ML x PG-1

(Rated MA for tent later in the fanfiction. :33)
(Fanfiction based off of This Is How I Disappear by My Chemical Romance.)
(PG)
It was too late by the time I had realized that my burning hate for the Vampire King had a hidden meaning to it. I loved him undeniably, just how I had hated him without a flicker of thought crossing my mind, asking me why I felt these things for the putridly obnoxious king.
But on one snowy morning in the Candy Kingdom, less than 24 hours after I'd found out my feelings for Marshall Lee, Fionna and Cake show up at the castle, out of breath and extremely upset.
Me, not knowing the problem, offered a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows and peppermint, only to be promptly slapped across the face by Fionna. I recoiled, while Fionna starts to blurt so much glib globbing gibberish that I have to listen intently to hear her correctly.
"OmyglobMarshallLeehaswentbac ktotheNighthospheretoruleins teadofhisweirdmomandheisneve rcomingback!"
"Calm down, sugar pie. We'll find Marshall Lee. I know that vampire can be a pain in my fur buns, but he'd never willingly rule the Nighthosphere." Cake tried to reassure her sister, but it was no use. The blond adventurer was way past upset about Marshall Lee's absence. And I...I was heartbroken. I'd just realized that I loved the vampire, for glob's sake! I felt too much anger and hurt, enough to drive me to do something crazy, something a prince made of bubblegum should never do.
"I'm going with you to rescue him." I said with finality. I needed to do this, I needed to know if Marshall felt the same way that I did. I just...needed Marshall Lee in my world again, aggravating me, teasing me. Life would surely be droll without him.
"But, PG, this is the Nighthosphere that we're talking about. You know, evil things and junk! And you're...just a bubblegum Prince of a Candy Kingdom." Fionna said, looking slightly embarrassed.
I blinked in astonishment. I was perfectly capable of handling myself. I mean, yea, Fionna has rescued me one or two times from the Ice Queen, but that was when I'd been kidnapped blindly and imprisoned in ice. Now that I know my priorities, I would be more than able to aid in rescuing Marshall Lee.
"I'm going, Fionna." I repeated again, looking around the court hall for the case with the secret passage to my study. I'll stragize a plan. "I can do this, really."
"GUMMYBUTT, I FORBID YOU TO DO ANYTHING STUPID!" Fionna and Cake roared in a strange unison, but I payed no mind to them whatsoever. I was a bit down, however, because of their lack of support.
"You can get fire protection armor from your boyfriend, right?" I asked Fionna shamelessly as they followed me to the case and up to my study.
Fionna blinked, as if in a daze. "Fire...Prince? Well, of course he'd give me some..."
"Oh, babies, my tail is frizzing up! Something funky is happenin-GUMBALL, ARE YOU THAT STUPID? THIS IS THE GLOBBING NIGHTHOSPHERE. YOU WILL DIE." Cake roared again.
Once again, I'd dismissed it as her lack of belief in me. "I'm sure I've got enough swords down in my armory. And not just candy swords, either. These were presents."
"GUMBALL, MARSHALL LEE DOES NOT WANT YOU TO MURDER YOURSELF." Fionna screamed right in my ear. I rolled my eyes as we came out in my pink clad study. I immediately grabbed a pencil shaped like a licorice whip, only to find it grayed out from its original red shade. Marshall Lee was the only one who could have possibly done this.
"I'm coming for you, okay? I don't care how much it hurts." I mutter to myself, eyes dark and full of determination.
At this moment, a strange fuzzy feeling brushed my cheek, motivating me to start writing my plan.
I wasn't going to always be the Prince who needed to be rescued.