Okay! Hello I've decided to start a new FF! Adventure time-ness! This takes place at a boarding school, so… yeah. It might start off a little slow at the beginning because of the intros of my OC's (I can't have a story without OC's IDK why…) but the plot shall pick up soon I promise!

Marshall Lee's eyes snapped open immediately as his alarm clock began to blare. He groaned and flipped himself off of the top bunk, floating safely down to the ground. He resisted the urge to put his fist through the damn clock.

Marshall pushed the button to shut off the alarm and tried to get a grip on reality. His head felt clouded but he felt wide-awake at the same time. It was a very strange sensation. He was considering going back to sleep, but just then Fionna burst into the room, already dressed in her usual blue-and-white ensemble, her green backpack strapped on her back.

"Marshall! Do you now what time it is?" she exclaimed.

"Um… six-thirty a.m.? Time to go back to sleep?" Marshall answered sleepily.

"WRONG!" Fionna screamed so forcefully that Marshall jumped, "IT'S ADVENTURE TIME!"

Marshall rolled his dark eyes, "Since when is going to school an adventure?" He asked

"Marshall, Marshall, Marshall, when will you ever learn that with me, it's always adventure time?" Fionna's sleepy tone of voice made Marshall realize that she was half-asleep.

He smiled and rolled his eyed again at the blonde-haired girl. Then he patted her be-bunnied head and pushed her oh-so-politely out the door so the he could get changed.

Marshall immensely disliked being forced to go to school during the day when he should be sleeping. Being a creature of the Night O'Sphere, he tended to be more active during the night (hence the term NIGHT O'Sphere). Being a high school student (despite being about 1,000 years old already) he was not allowed to be active during the night, especially since he was a boarding student at Aaa Academy and often had a hell of a time sneaking out of the dorms after curfew. Seriously, with the amount of security they had on the dorms, you'd think they were containing prisoners, not students.

And then, of course, there was the six-thirty wake-up call, which was just the icing on the freaking cake. The only godsend for Marshall was the fact that he didn't have a roommate. He wasn't stuck rooming with Max or, glob forbid, Lumpy Space Prince (insert shudder here). He didn't think a roommate would rat him out for sneaking out, per say, he just didn't want one nosing into his business, et cetera.

Marshall pulled on a red plaid shirt, a pair of jeans and a pair of fingerless gloves so that most of his body was protected from the sun and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Good morning, Marshall!" Fionna greeted cheerily.

"Didn't you already give me a morning greeting?" Marshall inquired, raising one eyebrow.

"I was half-asleep!" she protested.

"Glad to know that instead of acting like a zombie when you're half-asleep, you act like a hyperactive squirrel." Marshall commented.

Fionna scowled at him, pouting, "You're mean, Marshall Lee!"

"I'm a vampire, it's an occupational hazard." But Marshall grinned at her to show that he was kidding.

"'Morning, Lee," Tris, Fionna's roommate yawned.

"Tris," Marshall nodded curtly in her direction.

"Wow, dude, is there, like, any setting on you other than 'cold and sarcastic'?"

"I'm a vampire, it 's a occupational hazard," Marshall repeated, sticking his ice-cold hands on the back of Tris's neck. She yelped and elbowed him off of her.

"I don't like you," Tris pouted. Tris was from the Fire Kingdom and had a deep tan and fiery red hair. She looked like she could be a human like Fionna, but she was actually the princess of the Fire Kingdom. This morning, she had her hair tamed into a sleek tumble of curls, her usual ribbon decorating the left side. She wore a paint-stained, long-sleeved, V-neck shirt, a short, pleated skirt, a pair of black leggings, and a pair of converse-boots. She was very artsy and spunky.

Right then, Max slid down the stair rail.

"Marshall, stop harassing the ladies," he smiled. Max had got on quickly with everyone in their small boarding house. He had an infectious sense of good cheer and humor. He was charismatic and quite good at adapting. He could fit in with the slackers, like Marshall, the artists, like Tris, or even the populars, like Lumpy Space Prince. No one was really sure what he was or where he came from (he changed the story every time), though it was obvious that he wasn't human due to his unnatural purple-ish skin tone. Today he was wearing his usual ensemble of a fancy red shirt with epaulettes and a top hat which made him look like the ring leader of a circus.

"Yeah Marshall, stop picking on them," came a mocking voice from directly behind Max.

Suzanne had appeared out of thin air right next to Max. Marshall could see Max's eyes widen. It was obvious that he was resisting the urge to jump and shout "Holy crap! Don't sneak up on me like that!" but he simply shuddered and turned, trying to look collected.

"J-jeez, Zanne. Will you stop doing that?" He lost his cool on the second sentence and it came out sounding rather snappish.

"Stop doing what, Maximus?"

"Okay, well first of all, stop calling me Maximus. Please, call me Max. And second of all, please stop moving silently when you are behind me. Thank you."

"I'll stop calling you Maximus when you stop calling me Zanne," Suzanne countered.

Max blinked, "Well, you could have told me you didn't like nicknames," he mumbled, "I'll keep that in mind next time."

"Thank you. I'll try to make some noise when I move." Suzanne grinned at him.

Suzanne was a dark angel from somewhere far beyond Lumpy Space. She was pretty with her short, curly hair, dark, crooked halo, and large ebony wings, but she was a bit scary and unnerving sometimes.

"So, is everybody ready?" Tris questioned.

"Where's LSP?" asked Marshall at the same moment something purple, lumpy and floating barreled into his stomach, "Oof!"

"Oh my glob, like, Marshall, why are you just, like, lying on the floor?" Lumpy Space Prince said in his sadly teenaged-girl-like voice.

"Because I like lying on the floor LSP." Marshall said dryly.

Even LSP could detect the sarcasm in his voice. He floated up and dusted himself off, "Jeez, Marshall, there's, like, no need to be rude!"

"Yeah, jeez Marshall." Tris mocked

"Now is everybody ready?" Max asked. Everybody nodded, "Okay, let's go, go, go!"

The six of them set off on their walk to school.

Fionna settled back into her hyperactive-ness, jumping and skipping around. Marshall floated nonchalantly beside her and Tris walked on her other side. Suzanne, Max, and LSP walked (well, LSP and Suzanne also floated) closely behind.

And then, Fionna started doing cartwheels.

"Fionna!" Tris and Marshall exclaimed at the same time

"What?" she asked while turning another cartwheel. Marshall grabbed her shoulder before she could do another.

"You're wearing a skirt!" He hissed, "We can all see your underwear when you go upside-down!"

Fionna looked embarrassed and quickly changed the subject, "Oh look, the sun's coming up!" and indeed it was, the clouds becoming tinged with pink as the sun peeked over the horizon.

Marshall hissed in surprise and quickly opened his umbrella, which cast him into deep shadow.

Tris grinned, "I love sunshine," She said.

"Yeah, well, you can go live on the surface of the sun for all I care! I haven't been able to enjoy sunlight in a thousand years." Marshall grumbled from his shelter under the umbrella.

Tris scowled at him, "I'd flick you, but I can't see your face."

"Ha, ha." Marshall teased

Fin! Nya-ha! Now do you think I'm going to let Marmar enjoy the solitude of being roommate-less? Of course not! Ha! Can you guess who his future roommate may be? Oh! And because I'm too lazy to go back and put this at the top I DO NOT OWN ADVENTURE TIME! Obviously my name is not Pendleton Ward or Natasha Allegri. So tune in next time and REVIEW PLEASE! :D