Marceline's POV
Sleeping... roll over, quiet snore, roll over, quiet snore...
Crash. Marceline woke up, startled by the noise. Suddenly, she heard a familiar voice.
"Gunther, I told you to stop smashing bottles! Who knows what that red stuff was!?"
Ice King. What's he doing here at 3 in the morning?
With Gunther, who just smashed a bottle of my precious tomato juice.
"What's going on..?" Marceline groaned.
"Gunther! I think you woke her up!" Marceline was sure all of Ooo could hear the Ice King, he was so loud, even when he tried to whisper. She wanted to go and hide. She was sure the Ice King was up to something bad, she wanted to hide, but her body was still in sleep mode while her mind was awake and alert.
"Quiet now, Gunther, we're approaching the room." Marceline heard him again, this time only louder.
The door creaked open, the lights snapped on. Marceline instantly shut her eyes and pretended to be asleep. She heard a rustling of cloth, Gunther made his weird penguin sounds. She opened her eyes again, just in time to see the bag slipping over her head, and to feel the sharp blow to her temple.
Finn's POV
"Hey Jake, Marceline's supposed to be here by now, it's 3 pm and she promised to come help me with something for FP!" He said.
"Calm down bro, I'm sure something's come up and she's busy, too busy to even tell us. Let me help you." Jake said, finishing off his lunch.
Finn was already putting his socks on. "No way! I'm going to go over and see her, check if she's okay. Wanna come with?"
"Nah, I have to go see Lady by now, I'll meet you later. Come find me if there's any trouble." Jake was still eating.
Opening the door, Finn said bye to Jake and set off running to Marceline's cave.
Marceline's POV
So. Cold.
Marceline woke up, her head aching. The first thing she thought was "It's so cold." She's never felt cold before. As a vampire, she was cold-blooded, which was why she never felt extreme temperatures the way non-vampires do. So she assumed this was some sort of magic that only Ice King could do.
"You've been asleep for two days." It was an unfamiliar voice. It was a voice of a boy, he sounded like he was eighteen or something, like what she sounded like if she wasn't a thousand years old.
She sat up, and turned her head to look at the stranger. "Who the heck are you?" She was right, he looked eighteen-ish, with pale skin and jet black hair that fell over his eyes, and he was wearing a random rock T-shirt and a pair of red shorts.
"My name's Marshall. I've been here for a week already, almost dying of boredom in this cold cell." he said. "What's your name?"
"I'm Marceline." She looked around at the room. It was square shaped, with a window and bright sunlight shone in, reflecting off the room's walls and floor, with only two small dark shaded spots. One was where she was sitting, on one side of the room, and the other spot was where Marshall sat, on the other side, across from her. There wasn't a door, but she noticed that Marshall had some sort of red thing strapped to his back, and Marceline was sitting beside her axe bass.
"How'd you get here?" She asked. Marshall was staring out the window, then turned to look at her. "It's a long story."
"Tell me anyway."
"Okay, then." He took a deep breath, and started to speak.