So, I haven't written a FanFic since I was in High School. Lets see how this turns out! Do I still have to do the disclaimer stuff? Well I don't own anything. There, done. Review please. :) Tell me if I should keep going.
Reflection was never one of Marshall Lee's favorite past times. He had lived long enough to think himself halfway to lunacy and back. He used to worry and fret about people, their futures, his future. He used to hold on to loved ones, until death finally grasped them away. It was too much for a dude that was empathetic in nature. Even time could not dull out his personality. In the end he figured thoughts and feelings were just invisible torture, and they did not need to be recognized. This bland approach to life made his eternity bearable. It also made the time pass with ease. Sometimes, Marshall forgets that time is even passing. Hours and days he would spend floating aimlessly in his house, plucking strings just to hear them play. Sometimes, songs would form, but lyrics would never come. There would never be an explanation to his melodies. Bringing up that bunch of depressing hooey was just unnecessary.
Lost in his own world once again, Marshall had barely noticed the plucking of the raindrops that coincided with his guitar's hum. Storms were one of his favorite things, and he was missing it. In the midst of his daze, a soft knocking set him offbeat. Lazily, he set down his guitar and went to greet his visitor.
"Fionna!" He exclaimed. He never admitted he loved company, but he let the enthusiasm slip this once.
"Hey, Marsh! I was thinkin' this was a heck of a pooey night to do nothin. Want to rip off the heads of the lightning bugs stirring up this barfin' storm?"
He thought it over just for the effect, this was, after all, one of his favorite things to do.
"Heck yeah! Let's get to slayin' these mouth-breathers!"
He grabbed Fionna by the armpits and floated up with her into the sky, where the stinkfarts of lightning bugs lived. It's not everyday a human gets to fly into a storm.
"Wooooo! Algebraic!" She kicked and twisted in the gray skies, energized by the storms ferocity. "Let's kill those noisy butts!" She screamed and hollered at the excitement of flying in a storm. Marshall reveled in it as well, but kept his adrenaline hidden in suppressed excitement. Lightning flashed, and thunder cracked. Marshall could feel his lump of a heart leap into a murmur of thrill. BOOM, CRASH. All around them bolts of lightning threatened to fry them up like flying fishsticks. Up ahead, a culprit was spotted. A lightning bug was munching on the sliver lining of a cloud, pooping out lighting aimlessly as it grew into a grotesque caterpillar with rolls the size of a sumo wrestler.
"KILL IT!" Marshall screamed as he tossed her high into the air, where she whipped her sword out and ferociously swung for the head and she tumbled down into the storm clouds.
"RAH! DIE YOU PIECE OF BLIMP!" The bug squealed in terror and tried to wriggle away, but too late, its head came clean off. Sticky with goo guts, Fionna leaped from the cloud with a triumphant yodel and Marshall grabbed her and flew her to her next victim, where Marshall sucked the red out of the bug's eyes.
When the storm died down, they watched the gooey bugs hit the ground below, where they exploded into a sticky fire. They guffawed and bellowed in the victory of yet another bug busting night. With a yawn, Fionna announced that sleep was taking over the adrenaline. All grossed up and gooey, Marshall flew them back to his place, where he offered her a bubbling tub along with chocolate toasts and jammy bananas. Marshall played with the lake monster in his cave-lake to wash himself off, and wait for Fionna to bathe. Half an hour later, he returned home, to wait for her to stop making beards out of bubbles.
"HAHAA!" She exclaimed as she kicked the door aside, wrapped in layers of towels with steam eerily creeping out of the bathroom.
"Away you phantom!" Marshall cried in mock horror. He hissed and popped out his eyes to make her giggle. He pretended to stab her in the heart with a stake and chased her around. After a hearty laugh they sat down on the sofa where he gave her a cup of cocoa to warm up her little bones.
"That was mathematical! The sun will be so happy when he comes out to see we kicked the doodoo out of those numnuts!" She giggled through her hot cocoa.
"Haha, yeah. I still don't like that guy though." He said sarcastically. The sun was no friend of vampires. She smiled and huffed a satisfying 'ahhh' after her coca was consumed. Her eyes started to droop as sleep took over her mortal form.
"Hey, man, maybe you should head back to your tree house, isn't Cake worried?" Marshall asked, trying to not offend her for telling her to leave.
"No, dude, I'm a big girl, I can stay out if I like. Anyways she's probably with LoChro, I don't wanna ruin their date night." She said through a yawn. Fionna always seemed the same age to him, although he never recognized age in people anyways, after a while youth and age look all the same. After battling another yawn, she took to laying on the couch face down and snuggling into the pillow. In defeat he brought her the blanket from his room and bid her good morning. Its not like he would really be cold anyways.
That afternoon, when the sun began to set and the moon popped out of the trees, Marshall woke up to a strange feeling that he forgot something. Oh yeah, Fionna was here. He quietly snuck out of his room to see if she was still sleeping. She wasn't, instead she was eyeing the window, lost in though. He sighed, he knew what looks like that meant. She was thinking about things. Worrying about things. Thinking too much.
"What are you thinking of?" He asked kindly. Surprised, she turned to him and smiled a bit.
"Nothing really just things. Like where the nuts has PG been?" She sighed heavily and he knew she was worried. Oh those feelings of a worried crush. He remembered those feelings, although he didn't miss them.
"Ah, don't worry about him he gets all consumed in his experiments. Like I get all into guitars and crud. He will come around." He said hopefully, although he kind of doubted it.
"Sometimes, I don't really think he misses me." she said, way too honest for Marshall to handle.
"Ahh... you know... he's a guy made out of bubble gum, he doesn't really get what 'time' is. I don't think he misses anyone." Marshall said reassuringly. It was true, he has seen PG's entire existence. He knew him better than anyone. Fionna only looked at him with confusion.
"Time to him only happens when he gets more bubblegum stuck to his head. The more he has, the more he ages, and if he takes some off, he gets young again." He elaborated. This did not comfort her, she now looked crushed.
"Look," he began, she peeked at him expectantly. "I was human once too, I know how you feel. You're not weird, you're just human. Just let it go. This feeling will pass I promise you." A fire lit in her eyes, and her mouth hung agape.
"What the blob did you say?" She whispered. Uneasily he repeated himself.
"It will pass, I've had crushes too. That's why they're called crushes. They crush you." Ugh, he hated talking about feelings. There were so many feelings he didn't want to bring up.
"No!" She said in anger or happiness, he couldn't tell. "You were human once?" She exclaimed. Oh yeah, he thought, he never told her. Oh, glob, he remembered how depressed she got when she realized she was the only human left. Fritz, he didn't realize he opened a can of worms.
"Well, obviously I am not anymore." He said with mock laughter. Suddenly he realized that she was looking at him with the biggest blue eyes he had ever seen. Her face seemed alight with hope and happiness. He hoped he wouldn't have to crush it. Crumpets, this wasn't going to be fun. He considered knocking her out and carrying her home, where she would wake up and think it all a dream. He reconsidered. Instead, he went to the cabinet and pulled out the memory powder that his ex had concocted to trick him.
"Here, see for yourself." He handed her the powder and laid on the couch, giving his brain to her. He didn't feel like explaining it all, it was too much trouble for him. He had nothing to hide, he thought. Taking a good look at her he tried to confirm her age. 17? 18? He couldn't tell it was all the same to him. Either way, she had to know sometime. Everybody grows up. Confused she looked back at him with the bottle in hand.
"You can get in my head and see for yourself my entire life. I will only let you stay for a few hours at a time, though, you have to eat and sleep sometime. I don't care what you see, I have nothing to hide. Remember, though, you asked for this." He said in a serious tone. Marshall tried to flash his entire life before his eyes to try to see what she would see. But there was too much... stuff... for one flash of memory. For a second he doubted what he was about to do. But the excitement and hope in her face reassured him that he had to. When his worry would get to extremes he would remember that she would die one day and take his memories with her. There was nothing to worry about. This was right.
"Well?" He asked when she didn't move. Fionna cracked a smile and laid on the couch next to him. Without hesitation she sprinkled a good amount of memory dust on both of them. Then sleep. Marshall thought for a second that he could feel warmth in his chest. After all, he was going home. Oh, home. He forgot about home.
A/N: Next chapter is finished but I won't bother posting it until people ask me too. I mean, if its poop, its poop! No need to post more poop! :) R&R my friends 3