A/N: 'Kay so all these years later I am still a huge slut for Fionna and Cake and just love the idea of there being a baking comp in the Candy Kingdom and it all going to hell, so welcome to a fic that incorporates both these things!
As an avid baker myself and a lover of cooking shows, I'm really gonna pour my heart out into this and hope that it's everything you guys hoped for when you clicked on this fic! I also guess that in a way this is loosely based off The Great British Bake Off (check it out) with the whole star baker and set up of the comp, but it's not involved in the story enough for it to be a cross-over so take it that I've just been inspired by it!
Before I start, I do not own Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake (or The Great British Bake Off), all rights go to their respective owners and I am just a gal who really enjoys writing about a teen and her magical cat (cause let's be honest, we all want way more Fionna and Cake than what they're giving us!)
If I had to summarize this fic up in a short sentence, it would definitely be 'non-stop baking with a generous serving of sexual tension', so for that reason this fic is rated M for sexually suggestive themes (aka my dirty humor), language (I can't help it, but I promise I tried) and explicit use of baking puns for chapter titles (see below).
Will this have smut or lemons in it? Hard to say, but it is M rated so the answer is a strong maybe, so keep that in mind if that's not your thing!
If you enjoy this piece please read and review! My writing takes a long time and feedback (good or bad I love it all!) really encourages me so have at it!
Thank you so much for giving this one a chance and please enjoy!
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Chapter One: All or Muffin
"I can't believe it's finally here!" Cake gushed as she raced across a winding dirt path carved out of the green landscape. "Three weeks of marking off my calendar and today's finally arrived! I'm tellin' you now Fionna, the Candy Kingdom has no idea what's comin'!" She formed a fist from one fuzzy paw, hopping on three legs. "Watch out everybody cause Cake's a-comin'!"
Up on top of Cake's back, Fionna bounced around like a ragdoll, her vice like grip in her sister's fur the only thing stopping her from falling to the ground far below. "Yeah, sure." She mumbled as she peered into the distance, a hand pressed to her brow.
The Candy Kingdom didn't look too far off now, if she squinted she could just make out the slopping (and very pink) candy pillars that made up the top of the castle through the blinding glare of the morning sun.
The journey hadn't been too far, having a magical cat for a sister frequently came in handy and, with Cake stretched four times her size and rummaging through the land like a giant, they were already more than halfway to their destination.
Fi and Cake counted themselves lucky. Although by coincidence, it was handy that the treehouse wasn't too far away from the Candy Kingdom. Their proximity made it so it was always reachable in the event of an emergency. It also meant loads of visits from Prince Gumball with an array of tasty treats whenever he stopped by for tea.
And speaking of Gumball and the Candy Kingdom, that was actually what they were headed now.
Some three weeks ago, Cake had entered a baking competition that was to be thrown by Prince Gumball himself. Cake had spent the last few weeks beside herself, this easily was going to be one of the best days of her life, she loved to bake, but for Fionna it had been life as usual, baking wasn't really her thing, but she was supportive of her sister's goals.
Apparently tons of people had entered and Fionna had heard that some of the hopeful contestants had travelled days to reach the Candy Kingdom. Fi had only been on Cake for half an hour and she was already sick of waiting to arrive.
She thanked Glob she wasn't the other contestants.
She also just couldn't wrap her head around why Prince Gumball would want to have everyone turn up so early. It was just after 7, and as far as she knew, the Prince himself wasn't a morning person and regarded his beauty sleep with the utmost importance.
With a start, Fionna realized Cake was looking up at her, expecting some feedback on her never ending commentary.
"Huh?" Fionna mumbled, still half asleep. They'd been up well and truly before dawn.
The excitement drained from Cake's face and Fionna felt a pang of guilt ripple through her stomach.
She was so excited about this competition, Cake lived for this stuff and she rarely got to do these kinds of things amongst the chaos of their lives.
The least she could do was put in a little effort. "Um, I mean, you're gonna kick their ass, Cake!"
She fist pumped the air as she said it, her voice rising to a shout.
She grinned and glanced down at Cake from her perch on her back, but Cake did not look impressed.
"Sweetie," Cake began and Fionna suppressed a groan. She knew that tone anywhere, she was in for a scolding. "What have I told you about swearing?"
Potential future baking star of Aaa or not, Cake was still her big sister, and it seemed that big sisters had this uncanny ability to slide a lesson into any aspect of life.
Fi pressed an elbow between Cake's ears, resting a cheek against her hand. "That swearing is for chumps?" Sometimes it was easiest to just roll over before the battle had begun.
Cake nodded. "Ah huh, don't say I ain't teaching you a valuable lesson now." Cake's body swayed as she talked. Cake was about to say something she thought was clever, this Fionna knew. "Trust me, when you go looking for a boyfriend and want to chat up a pretty faced man, you're gonna wanna be doin' it with a clean mouth, little sis."
"Well maybe I don't care what boys like."
Fionna knew Cake didn't mean it in that way but something about it still irked her.
Sometimes it was like that speech after the whole Gumball-wants-to-date-me-oh-no-it-was-Ice-Queen-all-along fiasco had never happened. It had been a long time ago though.
She felt Cake nod beneath her, her eyes fixed to the road ahead. "Or girls," she said softly. "I don't mean to assume or anything."
Fionna blushed. She didn't like girls in that way but something about the way Cake made everything about romance made her uneasy.
It was like she was ready at any given moment to summon cupid.
"Or maybe I just don't wanna date right now?" Fi suggested.
The thing about Cake was that she loved to play match maker. To Cake, anyone that was single was crushingly lonely and desperately miserable and she had this strong urge to ensure that Fionna would one day experience the same joy her and her boyfriend, Lord Monochromicorn, shared.
While her intentions were good, Fionna had much bigger priorities. "Come on, Cake!" She hustled, playfully slapping her sister's neck. "Fighting zombies, taking down a dragon, delivering nachos to water nymphs, that's the life for me!"
Yeah, Fionna was up for anything, that's the way it had always been.
Anything but having a boyfriend, or talking about them.
Cake didn't seem to mind this, she encouraged Fionna's adventuring.
"Of course, sweetie." Her voice had taken on a gentler tone, a tone of understanding. In a way Cake was like her Mom and her older sister. "And you do you. But either way, as long as you're under my care I don't wanna be hearing you say ASS!"
Fionna jumped at the sudden change in Cake's voice.
Beneath her, Cake's fur had become bristly and seemed to be standing on end.
Cake hardly ever yelled (or at least hardly ever yelled at her) and it was still way too early for anyone to be causing a scene.
"Jeez, Cake! No more swearing, got it!"
But causing a scene or not, something was up.
And Fi never turned down the chance to smite some potential enemies silly.
She leapt down from Cake's back.
Whilst Cake had shrunk during her outburst, the fall had been a lot further than she'd expected, and she let out a soft 'oof!' as her feet hit the ground.
Rubbing the throbbing soles of her feet and her aching knees, Fionna reached for her sword, the one Prince Gumball and Marshall Lee had made for her together as a gift to thank her for her unfaltering and continuous service to the land of Aaa.
At dawn this morning, Cake had told her again and again that she didn't need to bring it, 'It's a baking competition, Fi! What could possibly go wrong?'
Well clearly this, whatever this was.
Fi was always prepared and it was unusual to catch her without a sword fixed to her back or hip ready for battle at a moment's notice.
She liked to change up the weapons she used. She'd been particularly fond of her flapjack sword and the magenta crystal sword that Gumball (or Ice Queen really) had given her long ago.
Today's sword was different though, special, and Fionna hadn't had the time to really use it yet between Lumpy Space Prince stealing it and in trying to find time in the constant disarray that was her life.
Maybe today was finally looking up.
To her right the bushes rustled.
Oh boy, someone was about to get their hiney kicked!
"Alright, butt face!" Yelled Fionna in her very well practiced and most intimidating adventurer voice. She bent her knees, taking a defensive stance, arms raised and at the ready. "Show us your mug!"
"It's cool!" Came a voice that Fionna knew anywhere followed by a pair of black clad arms held up in the air. "We're cool!"
A teenage boy floated into view from the side of the road, or at least he looked like a teenager, Fionna knew all too well that he was much older than he appeared.
He wore a ridiculously huge sunhat, a long sleeved black raglan and faded jeans that reached his ankles, his feet were donned in boots.
The short black hair that managed to peek out from under his hat was messy, as if he'd just been in a brawl, leaves and grass sticking out oddly everywhere.
Fionna wondered if he'd been hiding in the bushes when Cake had spotted him, and if so what had he been up to?
He looked up at Fionna standing over him, his dark eyes twinkling in the morning sunlight he so desperately tried to avoid. "Sup, Fi." He raised a hand in greeting.
Fi blinked, her arms falling to her sides but her hands still clutched tight around the handle of the sword.
More out of habit she guessed.
Marshall may be an immortal insanely powerful denizen of the Nightosphere, but the biggest kick he got out of her was through teasing her.
"Marshall?" He grinned at the sound of her voice, showing off a mouthful of sharp teeth and two identical fangs. She hoped he wasn't in a teasing kind of mood, he could be a handful at times, and that was putting it nicely. "What are you doing here?"
He clicked his forked snake-like tongue and leant to one side as if a wall or a bench had manifested next to him in the empty air.
Fionna sighed, he had that look on his face.
She was in for the long haul.
"Just got back from making out with a tree spirit," he purred and Fionna resisted the urge to shudder.
Marshall thought he was hot shit, Marshall was his own biggest fan.
He flicked the brim of his hat and his grin widened. "You know, the usual."
Fi rolled her eyes and apparently this was to his amusement cause he laughed that impish laugh that she had become so accustomed to.
The thing about Marshall, Fionna had come to learn, was that nine times out of ten, you couldn't tell if he was being serious or not.
Fionna wouldn't say Marshall was a good liar, (although he wasn't half bad at that too, stupid cream puffs) but rather had a knack for making up these wild bullshit stories just for the fun of it.
So whichever it was today, Fi didn't care. Marshall was an okay guy but he liked to make a game out of these things and she just wasn't up for it today.
Marshall Lee was many things, and a smart ass was definitely one of them.
And speaking of ass had Cake just called Marshall an ass just now?
Harsh, even by Cake's standards.
Fi started to look over at Cake and almost bumped noses with her in the process.
Cake was nearly on top of her, almost back to her usual size but her legs still stretched tall so she was the same height as Fionna.
Her eyes were fixed on Marshall and Marshall returned the glare lazily.
"You tellin' me you made out with a tree, boy?" Cake hissed.
Marshall and Cake had a bit of a history, it was long and complicated.
It was just easier to say that Fionna enjoyed Marshall's company far more than Cake did, even if he could be an ass sometimes, as Cake had put it.
Marshall drifted forward, rubbing his gloved hands together. "Tree spirit," he corrected. "Her name's Trixi, she's on the soccer team, rad babe," he came to a stop in front of Fionna, his gloved hand finding her shoulder and tapping it lightly. "But I think she likes girls," he said quietly with faux resignation. He lifted his chin, his eyes dancing with mischief. "You know, like Fionna."
All the heat raced to Fionna's cheeks and she knew she'd lost the game before it had even begun.
The way these things worked was that if you showed even the slightest hint that Marshall had got to you, it was already over.
"You heard that?" Fionna spluttered, her eyes darting all over his amused expression.
He hummed, ducking his head and almost hitting Fionna in the brow with his hat. "Hey, what can I say?" He gave a shrug. "Vampire hearing," he gave a thumbs up, clicking his tongue. "Legendary." He paused. "Sometimes too legendary. My Mom is a very lonely woman, can hear her from all the way down the hall."
"MARSHALL." Fionna and Cake yelled in unison. Cake looked about ready to tear Marshall a new one.
He burst into laughter, clutching his sides.
Fionna frowned, like she said, nine times out of ten you just didn't know.
"Wow, and you guys reckon I have a dirty mind! I mean she eats loads of ice cream when she remembers she's single." Marshall made out like he was eating ice cream. "It's like she's making out with the spoon," he made kissing noises, adding tongue when Cake shot him a disgusted look. "Seriously, it's a nightmare!"
Fionna shook her head, placing a hand on Cake's shoulder. "T.m.i, dude."
"Ha," Marshall scoffed playfully. "Like you don't hear Cake goin' at it with lord horse noodle whenever he comes around. Or Gumball when he's left alone with a whisk for two seconds." He added quickly when he saw Cake's deathly expression. He grasped an invisible whisk. 'Oh, Gertrude!" he cried out in a terribly high pitched, awful Prince Gumball imitation. He kissed the air nosily. "It's lonely at the top!'"
Fionna giggled, Cake shot her a horrified look. "He calls his whisk Gertrude?" She gave a chuckle and shrugged at Cake.
What did she want her to do?
He could be a riot at times.
Marshall drifted above the ground, his hands clasped behind his head. "I may have heard it through the grape vine."
He winked at Fionna quickly from under his hat, so quickly that if she had blinked she might have missed it.
Probably so Cake wouldn't see.
He yawned and let his arms fall to his side, rolling over in the air until he was floating on his stomach.
His eyes flickered between Cake and Fionna, then to the dirt path. "Seems we're all headin' in the same direction."
"The road only goes one way, genius." Cake spat.
He continued on as if he hadn't heard her. "You guys won't mind if I tag along with you, right?"
"Yes!" Cried Cake, nodding her head frantically.
No way zombie skin was interrupting their sister sesh.
"Nah, man." Said Fionna, waving a hand.
Marshall was alright, he made for good company.
Fionna and Cake whipped around to face each other, Fionna glimpsing Cake's venomous look and Cake catching Fionna's questioning expression.
They'd both answered at the same time.
Marshall seemed unaffected by this and assumed the answer that suited him better, which was of course Fionna's.
"Wicked," he made a rocker's sign with his fingers, gliding to Fionna's side. "And everything else aside, long time no see, Fi." He bumped a hip against her's softly, which she was grateful for because his vampire strength was insane.
Ignoring Cake's one last scoff as she quickened her pace and walked up ahead, Fionna returned the gesture. "If by that you mean a week then sure, long time no see, dude."
However Cake felt about Marshall he was her friend.
He really wasn't that bad a guy but like she'd said, a long and complicated history.
Marshall seemed to like this and closened the distance between them.
Marshall and Fionna had a unique relationship.
At one point it seemed pretty clear that Marshall had a crush on her and hoped she liked him too, now it was hard to tell exactly where they stood and who felt what.
But Marshall made for a good friend, Fionna liked him hanging around at the treehouse as much as Cake detested it.
She also didn't mind the occasional going around to the lake house that he'd made his home to hang or listen to a new song he'd wrote.
Marshall often flirted with her but he seemed to know where she drew the line. They never seemed to get beyond him teasing her or him occasionally touching her teasingly, he knew the boundaries.
And besides, Fionna didn't really mind, if occasion flirting came with the friendship she could deal with it, Marshall was one of the realest people she'd ever met, and Marshall had said the same about her, after she'd brutally clobbered him in the cheek of course.
"So," Came Marshall's voice, stirring Fionna from her thoughts. "Tell me what's been goin' on in the world of Fionna the Human."
Fionna gave a shrug. "Oh you know, clobbering baddies, saving some marshlands, kicking some ogres in the teeth, fighting evil by moonlight." She ran a finger across the handle of the wish star sword, still gripped tight in her hand and she heard Marshall chuckle behind her. "What's up in Marshall Lee the Vampire King's world?"
He poked Fionna in the ribs. "First of all, nice! I get that reference." She flinched at the ticklish sensation and tried to poke him back, one good poke deserved another. "And you didn't believe me about Trixie?" He asked, darting out of her reach. He'd learnt his lesson in the graveyard a while back.
Fionna could hit.
Hard.
She shook her head. "Not a chance." Like an illustrious tree spirit would swap spit with Marshall. Sure, he was handsome and had a rugged kind of charm about him, but she got the feeling that only a very certain type of person could date Marshall and not end up screaming at him five seconds into their first date.
He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "Keep lyin' to yourself, Fi." She rolled her eyes. "Also, just now, were you gonna split me in two with your sword?"
Fionna glanced over at Marshall, sure her eyes shimmering.
She loved talking about her various weapons but she especially loved giving speeches about her swords.
Marshall, of course, seemed to know this and reached over and tugged on one of her rabbit ears.
He turned onto his left side, pulling on Fi's hat until a crop of blonde hair spilt out of her hat's confines. "Where you totally gonna slay the terrible and tyrannical vampire king?" he teased.
Fionna untangled his fingers from her hat, stuffing her hair back inside it hastily. Even though it was short, her hair just got in the way. She liked it tucked away in the hat, thank you very much.
Her eyes found Marshall's entertained ones. "Well," she drawled in a slow and calculated voice. She brandished her sword. "If you really want me to that bad…"
Marshall laughed, a cold hand squeezing her shoulder. "Oooo, scary!" His other hand waved about in the air. "I'm shivering in my boots!" Now both his hands flew to his upper arms, rubbing the long sleeves of his shirt theatrically.
He froze, shot Fionna another smile and held out a hand. "Can I see it? I didn't get a good look at it between Cake calling me an ass and you trying to kill me."
She hesitated but offered up the sword, fully unsheathing it from the belt around her waist and handing it to Marshall's waiting hands. "Be my guest." She observed Marshall with watchful eyes. She'd be on him in two seconds if he dropped it. "And shouldn't a father be able to recognize his own child anywhere?"
Marshall blinked, confused, but it speedily melted away to pure excitement the moment he laid eyes on the sword in his hands.
He ran a hand down the length of the blade and Fionna almost leapt out of her skin.
The sword was a lot sharper than it looked.
"Sweet!" He shrilled and Fionna couldn't believe how excited he was. "You brought the one Bubba and I gave you!"
For a moment Fionna lost her words, mainly for two reasons.
One, she couldn't recall a time she'd even seen Marshall this estatic.
She'd handed him the sword and suddenly it was Christmas morning for him.
But she guessed he was just super thrilled that she liked something he'd helped make for her. Fi knew a lot of hard work had gone into making this gift.
And two, had Marshall just called Gumball 'Bubba'?
Usually it was 'Gum wad' or 'His Highness' or 'Your Majesty', always in a condescending way.
She'd never heard him call him by his first name.
She was tired, maybe she was reading into it too much.
Marshall's hand darted down the blade again, this time dangerously close to the razor sharp part and Fionna leapt to his side.
"Fingerprints!" She hissed, her hand flying to his and stopping it in it's tracks. Seriously, excited or not he was going to cut himself. "And why wouldn't I have brought it?" She drank in the sight of the sword with it's pink blade and twin ribbons. "It's sick!"
And she meant it.
This brought a smile to Marshall's face and Fionna couldn't help but smile back.
This sword had been made by her two best friends, she couldn't help but get excited whenever she talked about it and she talked about it often.
It was a truly epic sword, her favorite.
He wagged his fingers under Fionna's palm. "Goatskin gloves," he traced the top of Fionna's palm with his other hand, the leather harsh against her skin. "Completely impenetrable. But I'm glad you like it! I helped draw up the plans." His pale face light up. "Man, I bet you've been kicking some serious ass with this one!"
"Language, paste face!" Cake hissed from up ahead, right on cue.
She turned her head towards the boy she mistrusted so much, teeth bared.
Her eyes fell on Marshall and Fionna's joined hands, a dangerous spark in her eye and Fionna felt her stomach churn.
Fi's hand flew away from Marshall's the same time his did, her's because sometimes it was easier to not rock the boat and his so he could put all his effort into theatrically gasping.
He swooned. "Oh, shit, sorry! Did I swear just now?" He rose in the air, landing directly behind Fionna and pressed his hands to where her ears would be under her hat. "Don't listen, child!"
Cake stopped in her tracks and started to march towards Marshall, or rather Fionna.
Fi groaned, reaching behind her and grabbing Marshall's hat. "Come on, dude." She tried to reason but she really wasn't feeling it. There was no reasoning with Marshall or Cake, for that matter, once things got out of control. "Stop antagonizing Cake."
Cake nodded at her. "Thank you, sweetie." But Fi's (half-hearted) words did little to stop the situation from snowballing.
Cake burnt holes into Marshall's hands with her glare, still pressed tight against Fionna's ears. "And I said hands off, skinny!"
She watched as Cake's arms bulked with lean muscle, her claws shape shifting into long, silver needles.
Fi knew that to anyone else Cake would have been truly intimidating, but to Marshall she was just another challenge, another excuse to have some fun.
She felt his hands ghost all the way down to her shoulders, his fingers trailing down her neck.
She swatted at his touch but Marshall held his own.
Fi sighed an aggravated sigh.
'Please don't say something to make her mad.' She thought to herself desperately.
But this was Marshall Lee they were dealing with here.
He laughed and she groaned. "Come on, Cake! Fionna's a big girl, she's like," Marshall paused, his words dying on his lips. He removed his hands from the side of her face, peering down at her thoughtfully. "Actually, how old are you, Fi?"
"Too young for you!" Cake spat. Yet again, Fionna had no idea why Cake made everything about dating.
"I'm almost 17." Fi answered.
His eyes widened, he actually looked, surprised? "You're only 16?"
She frowned.
Well, how old did he think she was?
"My birthday's in two months!" For some reason everyone seemed to think she looked a lot younger than what she was.
Damn her baby cheeks!
Marshall's hands flew to his face and the sickening thing was that this time he wasn't acting.
He leant in close, his eyes lighting up. "You're only a baby?" He pinched one of her cheeks with one hand and messed up her fringe with the other. "Awwww, Fi! Sweet 16? What a cutie!"
Fionna shivered.
To put it frankly the way he had said 'cutie' had been absolutely disgusting.
She needed to put him in his place.
"You're not that much older than me!" She retorted.
He was seriously humiliating her.
Marshall lapsed into silence, processing her words and then pointed to himself, a look of disbelief etched across his grey face. "Um, hello?"
Fi shook her head. "I mean your physical age, vampire ages don't count!"
"Yeah, I guess you're only two years younger than me." He said, retaking his previous place at Fionna's side. But Fionna guessed this was still too close by Cake's standards as she watched her sister's fur start to prickle. "But she is old enough to wield a sword," He added, directing his gaze back to Cake. "I'm sure Fi's old enough to hear some dirty words every now and again."
Without taking his eyes off Cake, Marshall flicked Fionna on the forearm.
He needed to stop, or he'd end up even more undead before they reached the Kingdom.
"But yeah, while we're back on that subject it's a kick ass sword! I'm sure you've at least made a dragon shit his pants."
"How is that any better?" Cake growled, showing Marshall all her teeth.
He poked his tongue at her, his upper lip lifting to also reveal a mouthful of sharp teeth.
Cake hissed.
It wasn't cool that he was teasing Cake so much, but the idea of her taking down a full-grown dragon did seem pretty cool.
She couldn't help it, a small smile made it's way across her face, and Marshall shot Cake a knowing look.
Cake sighed a huge, prolonged sigh and turned on her heel. "I'm watching you, ghost boy." She warned icily, motioning to her narrow eyes with her fingers. "Give me a reason."
"Well, I've got a few." Marshall drawled.
Cake paused, and Fionna knew she was toying with the idea of seriously killing him then and there. Then she rolled her eyes and turned her eyes back to the road.
Cake always took the brunt of Marshall's antics.
He could just suck it up for once, Cake always did.
As soon as Cake had turned around, Fionna punched Marshall swiftly in the stomach.
His hands flew to his torso with a groan. "Ow!" he cried, rubbing the affected skin beneath his t-shirt with a hiss. "What the hell was that for?"
She quickened her pace, her nose in the air. "Be nice to my sister." She cast Marshall a sideways glance.
"Or what?" He moaned, slowly curling up into a fetal position.
She quickened her stride again, Marshall trying to tail her but too preoccupied with what would become a wicked bruise tomorrow blossoming on his skin.
"Fine!" His voice came from behind her. "I'll be nice to your cat!"
She slowed down, Marshall floating to her side. "My sister." She corrected.
He rolled his eyes, his hands still hovering above his belly. "Yeah, whatever."
Up ahead Cake made a noise of approval, her tail swishing side to side, but slower this time.
Marshall made a noise of disapproval but kept his mouth shut. Thankfully, he was also the type quick to move on. "For real though," He said between groans. "Has she served thee well?"
She pinched the nape of his neck as her way of an apology. "I took out a skeleton army about three days ago," this seemed to peak Marshall's attention and he drew back up to his usual height. "They were protesting outside the tree house. One of them, their leader I think, was talking about you like he was your buddy or something." Fionna pointed to a bush of wisterias on the side of the road. "Purple, I think he had a purple shirt."
"I was always more of a Camp Half Blood kind of guy."
"Huh?"
Marshall waved a hand. "Forget it. But yeah, that's definately George."
Well at least he seemed to know what she was on about. "What are they protesting exactly?"
After chasing them away, Fionna had initially wondered if they'd turned up to do Marshall's bidding, it was unusual to see skeleton armies so far out in the Aaa countryside.
But if Marshall hadn't sent them, then she supposed they'd just gotten very lost.
He shrugged. "Hard to know, the Nightosphere is just that, the Nightosphere. It's always chaos, it could be anything." He lapsed into silence and Fionna glimpsed his face out the corner of her eye. He seemed to be thinking. "Had some guys protesting me last week," He opened his mouth as if he was going to say something but paused, thought some more, and instead decided to strike a pose. "The excellent and very sexy Marshall Lee? Heir to the Nightosphere throne despite only being a half-blooded demon? Oh the humanity!"
Fi considered quizzing him some more but decided not to push it.
If Marshall didn't want to talk she wouldn't make him talk.
Besides, in Marshall's world what he deemed a problem could range from mass assassination of Nightosphere politicians to him waking up in his bath tub.
He claimed to be 'excellent' but he certainly wasn't excellent at keeping secrets.
Whatever was on his mind would come about soon enough.
Fi shook her head. "I wouldn't say 'excellent' but sure."
He eyed her, a sly smile stretching across his face. "But you do think I'm sexy, right?"
Cake grunted and Fionna knew it was time to steer this conversation to a different path.
Marshall had this uncanny ability to turn any response Fionna could possibly conjure up in her head sexual, now was the time to change subjects.
"Why would they care about that, you being half-demon half-vampire?" She questioned coolly.
And the truth was she was genuinely interested.
Why should the sum of Marshall's parts effect what has been rightfully his since birth?
He seemed to expect this response and ducked his head. "It's just that, you know I was human a long time ago." Fionna nodded hesitantly.
Marshall had touched upon his childhood before but she knew he was leaving out large chunks of it for her sake, or maybe even for his own.
Marshall struck Fionna as lonely, as he always did on the rare occasion he did bring the subject up.
He was a kid a long time ago, it had to be tough being stuck in a teenage body for eternity.
"They think a full-blooded demon would be better suited as King or a full-blooded vampire. Half-blood?" He waved a hand. "Not so much."
Fionna nodded but she knew she'd never really be able to understand.
Discrimination happened scarcely across the parts of Aaa that she knew, it was only really reserved for criminals and the deadly creatures that occupied areas like the Fire Kingdom and ghost towns.
The closest she could come to understanding his predicament was her being the only human left alive after the Mushroom War, as far as she knew Marshall was the only half-vampire half-demon in existence.
So really they weren't all that different.
"Is everyone in the Nightosphere that racist?" Fionna heard herself ask. "Um, species-ist?"
"Not everyone, a small few love to orchestrate some jerkery, they don't need much of a reason so they love to tear into me."
Fionna almost grimaced at that.
Marshall could be a jerk at times but it was probably only because everyone else was a jerk to him for something he couldn't even help.
He had to have a thicker skin, to survive.
Fionna brushed the thought from her mind.
"So how you gonna put a stop to it? To the jerkery?"
"Don't need to." He said in a low voice, picking up one of many stones that littered the path at his feet. "The Nightosphere doesn't work that way. It's not exactly a democracy." Fi wondered for a moment how the Nightosphere worked exactly, but then again maybe she didn't want to know. "Their opinions mean little, it's set in stone. One day I'll be king."
"Aren't you already a king?" She wondered out loud. "You know, Marshall Lee the Vampire King?"
"Details." He threw the stone. It sailed over Cake's head and disappeared into some bushes that crowded the path. "A provisionary title. They'll all be calling me that one day, might as well get used to it now."
"How is the Nightosphere? Fi asked.
"Bananas everywhere, all of downtown smells like fire wolf spew and Mom won't get off my case, same old same old." A sudden glint light up Marshall's eyes and he turned to Fionna. "You've never been to the Nightosphere, right?"
She shook her head, her eyes on Cake.
She didn't need to look at Cake's face to know a sour look would be on it right now, and she certainly didn't need to look at Marshall's face to know he was wholly invested in her response.
She thought about her answer and after a few moments settled on a basic, "Not yet."
She knew whatever her answer might've been, Cake wouldn't have been happy.
And she wasn't.
"Not ever!" Cake snarled, her voice like venom. "Watch me, dead boy! I'll plant my foot so far up your butt if you so much as put ideas in Fionna's head!"
"You mean you'll put your foot up my ass." He cooed but quickly shut up when Fi shot him a look. "But maybe someday, hey? The Nightosphere's evolved into Aaa's biggest cow heap but it still has some of my favorite chill out spots anywhere. Also if George shows his ugly face again cut sick." He ran a finger across his throat and made gurgling sounds. "Guy needs to give it a break."
"I'll sock him one right in his skeleton face!" Fionna cheered, punching the air.
Marshall winked and mussed what little hair poked out of her hat affectionately. "Atta girl!"
"Hey!" Fionna chortled, batting his hands away. "Also you didn't answer my question earlier!"
"Hmmn?" He hummed. "Oh!" He grinned. "You wanna know more about Trixie?"
Fionna rolled her eyes. "Before that, dingus! I mean what were you doing in the bushes before Cake and I showed up?"
He paused, as if he was thinking of some smart answer but decided to come clean. "I was tryna score some fairy truffles," He whistled. "Thought they might give me an upper hand in the competition." He reached inside his hat, pulling out what appeared to be a handful of tiny pink mushrooms. "Fairy truffles are, like, super rare and there's no rules against bringing ingredients from 'home' for your food so yeah that's what Marshall Lee was up to."
"You what?"
"Yeah, right, fairy truffles are like this mix between candy floss and mushrooms and are super good, you're not the first who hasn't heard of them, don't worry." He prattled, turning the glittery fungus over in his hand. "They taste like vanilla."
Fionna shook her head. "No, not that! I mean what competition?"
Marshall raised an eyebrow. "Uh, the one you and Cake were talking about before Cake screamed at me." He tucked the mushroom back in his pocket.
"Wait," Fionna grasped his arm. "You're entering too?" Her eyes drifted to Cake. Her body had stiffened.
She was not happy.
But surprisingly neither Cake or Marshall engaged with each other, Cake deciding it wasn't worth the effort and probably planning out a million ways to shatter Marshall and Marshall far too invested in his conversation with Fionna.
"Too?" Marshall echoed, his face a mask of surprise. "You're entering? I didn't know you could bake."
She released her grip on Marshall. "Not me." She pointed a finger towards her sister. "Cake. And I didn't know you could bake either."
"Oh. Yeah, cool." He didn't sound too impressed but he didn't further the issue. "And why wouldn't I be able to?" He almost sounded kind of offended.
A born and bred resident of the underworld sitting in front of an oven and licking the extra frosting from his beaters didn't really paint Marshall as the perfect candidate for the baking type in Fionna's mind.
Gumball, on the other hand, with his mild mannered, refined nature and soft voice was the poster child for such hobbies, as cliché as that sounded.
But all said and done, the guy was literally made of sugar.
Fionna turned back to Marshall. "It doesn't exactly seem up your alley." That was the nicest way she could put it.
Marshall's eyes flickered over her face. "I bake at the lake house and the Nightosphere all the time. I make a killer cheesecake."
Fi chuckled but he looked kind of serious. "You're kidding, right?" She studied his face. "I can't tell if you're kidding."
"Fionna, this is serious business. Gumball's offering up a mystery prize. The prince isn't exactly the giving type. It could be anything and whatever it is I want it." She couldn't help but think Marshall's eyes flickered over her new sword as he said it. "And besides I can't loose to a cat. No offense, Cake."
But full offense Cake had taken. "You better shut your cake hole, zombie!" She snarled.
Marshall whistled and made finger guns at her. "Nice one."
Cake crossed her arms. "No pun intended!"
"Mystery prize?" Fi intercepted. Now things were getting interesting! "Cake, did you know about this?"
Cake nodded. "Prince G's got something big in store, everyone wants it, whatever it is. This is the Candy Kingdom's first ever bake off, sweetie, he's gonna wanna go off with a bang."
"But what is it?" Fionna asked, her mind whirling at the possibilities.
As royalty, Gumball could get his hands on basically anything.
It sounded like an adventure!
And despite coming close to making Flame Prince a new Fire Kingdom in her kitchen the last time she'd tried to bake, the allure and excitement of a mystery prize beckoned to her and she knew she wanted to know what it was as much as Cake and Marshall.
For a moment Fionna almost considered entering.
Almost.
Whatever it was, if Cake or Marshall won it she was sure they'd share the secret with her.
But she doubted that Marshall could win a baking competition, as confident as he sounded. It was true she'd never seen him cook a thing in his life.
But still.
She turned back to Marshall who had fallen into silence as if he was plotting some ridiculous answer but coming up with nothing he resigned with a breathy sigh.
"That'd take the mystery out of the mystery, bunny brain." He gave a shrug. "But whatever, I'll tell you all about it when I win. Come on, you'll hear more about it in the welcoming speech."
With a start, Fionna realized they'd reached the Candy Kingdom and were just standing before the draw bridge left open to welcome hopefuls.
She looked over at Cake, her expression vibrant with child like excitement, seeming to forget all about the bad mood Marshall had put her in.
If anything, spending the next week in the Candy Kingdom was worth it to see Cake like this
Marshall's hand ghosted her shoulder as he set out onto the bridge. "Watch your step."
She knew he was referring to the scarlet red river that surrounded the kingdom, the candy juice that stemmed from Prince Gumball's sister Nellie when she sucked the vitamins from the great mother oak.
To the candy people, the juice was like water, it kept the whole kingdom running and without it the people's lives were severely hindered.
Fionna leapt across the bridge, crossing it in two jumps.
Life blood or not, it was mad sticky and Fionna knew she'd spend the next week covered in it if any of the stuff touched her, considering that all the Kingdom showers ran on it too.
She'd already made that mistake once and even as a huge candy lover, she shuddered at the memory.
Cake joined her, stretching across the moat, a wrinkled look of concern on her face.
Cake liked candy too, she just hated getting wet, it didn't matter what the perpetrator was, she avoided it at all costs.
Fionna smiled at her as she jogged to catch up with Marshall who was already approaching the main gates.
"Entry slips, guys." Marshall reminded, retrieving a slip of paper from his jeans pocket.
Cake pulled her's out from a pouch in her fur that she'd manifested this morning for that sole purpose.
Basically if you didn't bring your slip you couldn't enter, and Cake hadn't taken any chances.
As they approached the gates, a banana guard eyed Marshall with large eyes but he didn't seem to notice as he set himself down in front of her and waved the crumpled strip of paper.
"Yo, dude. Here's my permission slip." He placed it on the table the guard was sitting behind, littered with snack wrappers. "My Mom signed it and everything-"
"Marshall!" The banana guard yelled over him, leaping to her feet. "Oh, man, it's been ages!"
A candy citizen happy to see Marshall of the Nightosphere?
'It's been ages?'
Man, Marshall was full of surprises.
"Kade!" Marshall jeered, taking her hand. They yanked on each other's hands simultaneously, their heads colliding with a loud thunk!
Fionna's eyes widened.
Since when had Marshall been so buddy with banana guards?
'Kade' was grinning from ear to ear, and Fionna wondered if banana guards got bruises too.
She resisted the urge to rub her own forehead, that had hurt to watch, but looking at Kade she'd never felt better.
"Look at you!" She squeezed one of Marshall's shoulders in an iron tight grip that Fionna was sure would've burst a vessel on anybody else. "Back in the pink city! Surprised you're back so soon after the stunt you pulled last time! Just can't stay away, huh?"
Marshall smirked. "It seems so."
"Ha! Oh, you know Van's been meaning to talk to you, but you don't answer your phone!" She smacked him across the chest and Marshall ducked out the way laughing. "She'll wanna see ya, gimme a sec!"
Kade turned on her heel and Fionna took her chance. "What's she talking about?" She whispered hastily. She knew she shouldn't pry but her friend or not, this was Marshall Lee they were talking about.
"Reception in the Sphere is awful." Marshall said with a shrug. "Can't text for more than three seconds if anything."
"No, what happened last time?"
"Oh, yeah. Funny story actually-"
But whatever gripping account Marshall had been about to launch into was quickly cut off by Kade's screams. "HEY VAN!" She boomed, her voice ringing out across the kingdom's entrance and echoing into oblivion.
For about ten seconds silence, and then, "WHAT?" Came a voice, uncannily similar to Kade's.
Kade cupped her hands over her mouth. "GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE, WE HAVE COMPANY!"
More silence, this time Fionna counted.
One…two…three…
And then, "WHO?" Van's voice sounded scratchy, which Fionna was positive was from all the yelling.
"JUST GET OVER HERE!"
Now it was silence for real, but if Fionna strained her ears she could just make out the sound of feet running towards them in the distance.
Marshall took advantage of the silence and cocked his head towards Kade, who was now making her way back towards them. "Ask her yourself."
"What?" And then Fionna realized he meant ask her about 'last time', whatever the hell that was. "No!"
The same smirk Marshall had shown Kade returned to his face and he cleared his throat. "Kade!" He beckoned to her with a finger before Fionna could stop him. "Come over here a sec!"
Fionna grabbed his arm desperately.
Forget it!
Whatever had happened the 'last time' Marshall had decided to pay the Candy Kingdom a visit was definitely not worth knowing.
"Dude, no!" She hissed, but Marshall just snickered under his breath and untangled her fingers from his sleeve.
Fionna swatted at his fingers, her face burning.
Didn't Marshall know that she had a reputation to upkeep?
And besides, she'd only been in Kade's presence for two minutes, though not exactly the brightest citizens the Candy Kingdom had to offer, Fionna didn't want Kade thinking she was into sticking her nose where it didn't belong.
Kade had appeared in front of them. She leant on the desk lazily, a popsicle stick dangling from her mouth. "So, man, wassup?"
Marshall nudged Fionna and she stumbled forward. "Kade, this is Fionna, and Fionna this is Kade. Fi wants to know what happened last time."
Kade took one look at her and burst into laughter.
Fionna suddenly felt vulnerable.
Kade's surged forward, her arm circling around her, and she stiffened. "Of course I know who you are! You're Fionna the human! Great adventurer of Aaa! I read the comics they make about you in the newspaper every Sunday!"
"They make comics about me?"
Kade's laugh deepened and she wiped a tear from her eye. "Dude, yes! I can't believe I'm meeting you in person, wow! But seriously, you gotta tell me, what are you doin' hanging out with a jerk like Marshall?"
"He's my friend?" She hadn't meant to sound so unsure but it seemed that both Kade and Marshall found it hilarious as they started howling with laughter.
Between gasping for breath Kade wheezed, "Also weiß er, dass du jetzt eine Freundin hast?"At first, Fionna couldn't make sense of the words that had just left Kade's mouth, but then she realized that she didn't need to.
They weren't for her.
Marshall immediately stopped laughing and his eyes flickered to Fionna.
She shivered under his glare. His eyes looked intense.
"Ja?" Kade prompted, her eyes sly. Fionna was surprised, she hadn't taken Kade for the slippery type, but whatever she'd said to Marshall had clearly crossed a line.
He finally looked away and Fionna released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Nicht jetzt."
Fionna's eyes darted towards Kade and she knew she should've left it there, she didn't need to know what kind of exchange was going on. But still Kade pressed on. "You know Van's gonna ask you the same thing, right?"
For some reason this seemed to bring Marshall back to earth.
He squared his shoulders and grinned. "Strawberry shake says she won't!" It seemed no matter the situation, Marshall couldn't pass up a chance for a good bet.
Kade shook Marshall's hand. "You're on, bro!"
A few seconds later, 'Van' jogged towards the gates, slippin through a door to the right side of the keep labelled 'staff only.'
She doubled over and clutching her sides. "Dude!" She huffed between labored breaths. Her voice was raspy she bent at the middle, clutching her sides. Fionna wondered just exactly how far away she'd been. She beamed up at Marshall. "I's been ages!" Her eyes settled on Fionna and she gasped. "Oh, Deine Freundin ist so süß!"
Marshall groaned and brought a hand down on his knee hard. "Dammit, Van! Du hast mich nur aus einem Milchshake betrogen!"
Kade laughed, slapping Van hard across the back who groaned. "Erzählte dir!" She snapped her fingers and winked at Marshall, her voice taking on a silky, velveteen tone that Fi hadn't known she was capable of. "Und du hast es doch nicht bestritten."
Fi shoved herself between Marshall and Kade, a hand on each of their chests. "Okay! Enough with leaving Fionna out! Not all of us can speak Candynese!"
Van and Kade took one look at each other and burst into laughter, even Marshall seemed to find her outburst amusing and hid his face behind his arm. "Like Gumball would speak the sickest tongue in Aaa!" Kade squealed.
Wow.
Had Kade just openly dissed Gumball right here in the Candy Kingdom?
Surely not.
An hand found Fionna's arm and she gave a shake, thinking it might be Marshall or Kade again. But the grasp held firm, fingers pressing into her flesh.
"It's demon, sweetie." Came Cake's voice to her left and Fionna whipped around to face her.
Cake was unusually quiet, she'd almost forgotten she was here.
It seemed Kade hadn't noticed either because her eyes widened to the size of plates.
She practically wrestled Van to the ground in excitement. "Van!" She sounded so breathless Fionna wondered for a moment if she might actually pass out.
If Fionna had thought that Kade was going to conk it, Van's reaction to Cake after laying eyes on her was something else.
If she wasn't having an asthma attack, then Fionna didn't know what qualified as one.
Van flung herself at Cake's feet, Cake scrambling to get out the way before she got crushed by the banana.
"Watch it!" She hissed, eyes alert and narrowed to slits.
But Van persisted, grabbing Cake's legs. "Cake!" She gargled, sounding just about ready to hack her lungs up. "Wow, you're my hero, man! Can you sign my arm?" She thrust an arm in Cake's face, dripping with sweat. "Man, Mom's gonna be so proud!"
Off to the side away from the scene unfolding before her, Fionna was sure Kade was trying to use her best whispering voice, but she couldn't help overhear her as she said to Marshall with a twinge of hesitation, "She can't speak demon right?"
She heard Marshall's clothes rustle as he shook his head and Fionna hoped he hadn't almost taken out Kade with his monster hat like he'd almost done with her on the road.
"No way."
Kade breathed a sigh of relief. "Good."
Fionna didn't have time to think over what Marshall and Kade might've been discussing as Kade's fingers drummed on the side of her neck. "Gonna need that entry form, Adventuress. Prince G's orders, he won't let anyone enter without it."
"Oh, no!" Fi waved her hands. "I'm not entering!"
Kade groaned, to Van's delight apparently because she had started cheering.
"Dammit, Van! I owe, like, three of our cousins ten chocolate coins each!" The way she said 'Van', 'cousins' and 'each', it was like she was cursing.
But Van couldn't have been happier. "Ha!" She screamed, jumping up and down on the spot. "I knew it! Didn't I tell ya, man? I knew she was gonna handball!" She flashed Fionna a grin and a big thumbs up. "Good choice, dude! I'm gonna be thirty chocolate coins richer tonight, woo!"
Kade sighed, slipping Van a few glittery coins before heading about her work, taking Cake' slip from her outstretched hand and placing it on the desk beside Marshall's.
With a rubber stamp, Kade stamped them one by one, and handed them back to their respective owners.
Fionna peered over Marshall's shoulder, down at the stamp. It side profile of Gumball's face, his hair decorated with various sweets all in pink ink.
He wiggled his eyebrows at her and lowered his face down to the paper, drinking the shade from the ink in two short slurps. He pulled a face, as if his impromptu snack had tasted bad, poked out his tongue and made a hissing noise like a sad snake.
Fionna chuckled under her breath, drawing both Kade and Van's eyes who shot each other a look Fionna couldn't quite describe. It did make her turn away from Marshall though, feeling as if she was suddenly be watched, scrutinized.
"So I guess you're gonna be around his royal highness for the next week, huh?" Fionna looked up, it was Van that was talking.
"Yeah, like you guys are gonna be seeing each other everyday, right?" Kade threw in.
The question was innocent enough but in the short time Fionna had know Kade, she knew her words had a double meaning.
Her words seemed to have their desired effect, Marshall's eyes narrowed, clearly asking her to shut up.
"Yeah. So?" He asked in such a way that almost sounded like he was daring her to say something more.
Fi had no idea why he was so touchy about Gumall.
But this was a challenge Kade was more than happy to accept. "Geht nicht gut, hm?" She coughed and then she caught both Fionna and Cake's questioning looks and seemed to remember that Marshall wasn't alone. "I mean, Van's gotta frisk ya before you go through. Prince G's sure someone's tryna sabotage his bake off, but whatever." Kade nodded at Van. "Go ahead, sis."
Van nodded, opening up the desk draw and snapping on a pair of plastic gloves.
She started to approach Cake and Cake immediately readied herself to run.
The last thing Cake wanted was a crazed fan hands on her.
"Don't worry, Van's a professional." Kade said from behind the desk. "And hey, it's only as sexual as you make it."
A look of utter horror seized Cake's face. "Not funny!"
Van knelt in front of Cake and shot Cake her most reassuring look, which really wasn't that reassuring at all. "Don't worry, Cake! I've done this a thousand times before, the quicker we get this over and done with the quicker you can go. Arms up, please!"
Cake sighed in defeat, lifting her arms.
It seemed Van was right because in less than two minutes Cake was scrambling to Fionna's side, shuddering all over.
Van turned to Marshall, he lifted his arms up.
"Go ahead, Van." He cooed in what he considered his most sexual voice but just made Fionna cringe. "Feel me up."
Van set to work, her hands patting over Marshall's jeans. "Anything to declare, Mar?"
"Concealed weapon in the front." Marshall chuckled.
Van lifted his hat, revealing his messy hair (thank glob they were in the shade) and delivered a swift noogie to his scalp. "Not fallin' for that one again."
He put his hat back on, turning his back on Van and she slapped his butt, hard.
He took his place by Fionna and Cake, and even under the shadow of his hat, Fionna knew he was grinning from ear to ear.
Now Van turned her attention to Fionna, rubbing her hands together. "Your turn, Fifi!"
Fifi?
Fionna did not approve of this new nickname.
She approached Van cautiously, flinching when Van disappeared behind her. "Please don't slap me." She begged, hoping she didn't sound as desperate as she thought. Kade and Marshall laughed, even Cake seemed to be stifling a smile.
"Not unless you ask, bro." Van chided behind her. "Arms up!"
It was over in seconds and Fionna was glad. Van and Kade were cool enough but they ran with the likes of Marshall.
"And you guys are free to go!" Van announced cheerfully, the gloves leaving her hands with an ear splitting snap and falling to the ground. "Good luck in there today guys!"
Kade reached for a lever at the top of her desk, giving it a swift tug.
The gate behind her started to open, creaking as if it hadn't had a good oiling in a long time.
She fist bumped Marshall as he flew past. "Expect a visit from us sometime this week actually. We're doin' rounds around the kingdom, G's taking this security thing quite seriously. And nice to meet ya Fi," she fist bumped Fi as she walked past. "Cake." She gave her a nod.
"Make sure you get that phone fixed before the comp's up!" Van called from behind them. "Work's boring!"
"Andway ouyay illstay eednay otay illspay ethay eansbay aboutway Ubbabay!" Kade screamed.
"Okay!" Marshall joked but Fionna got the feeling he wasn't in the mood for kidding around. "Later!"
Fionna and Cake could just make out Kade and Van waggling their fingers in the distance.
The moment they'd disappeared from sight, Fionna jogged over to Marshall, panting as she tried to keep up.
For some reason or another, he was flying particularly fast.
"What was that about back there?"
She had to know.
Marshall sighed and shook his head. "Kade and Van are full of crap." But knowing this didn't answer Fionna's question he continued, "They know we have a history together."
"We?"
But it was like Marshall hadn't heard her. "In all the time we've known each other it's been complicated. Rocky."
Fionna shook her head. What she really wanted to know was what Kade had said as they left. "But why-?"
"Let's not talk about it." Marshall cut over her smoothly but she could hear something else in his voice, something she couldn't quite put her finger on. "It's gonna be hard enough with him just being there."
Upon hearing that, Fi lapsed into a stunned silence.
Marshall was acting odd, and not just now but since they'd found him in the bushes.
No matter how Fionna looked at it, it all seemed to come back to Gumball.
Which begged the question, why was Marshall even entering a competition knowing he'd be stuck coming face to face with Gumball over the next few days?
Something was definitely up but she decided not to push it any further, she didn't need to cross that line, Kade and Van had already done enough of that today plenty.
"Sweet, babies!" Cut Cake's voice through her thoughts, singing her words. Her voice barely able to contain her excitement.
Fionna looked up.
They reached the door to the keep in no time at all.
That seemed to be happening a lot today.
Marshall squeezed her shoulder, almost as if it was his way of making up for his strange behaviour. "Ready to go in?"
Fionna nodded rapidly, forgetting all about whatever had transpired at the gates. "Let's do it!"
And together, their hands planted on the door, they pushed it open.
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A/N: Demon/German translation (taken from Google Translate as is Fanfiction tradition):
"Also weiß er, dass du jetzt eine Freundin hast?" – So, does he know you have a girlfriend now?
"Nicht jetzt." – Not now.
"Oh, Deine Freundin ist so süß!" – Oh, your girlfriend is so sweet!
"Dammit, Van! Du hast mich nur aus einem Milchshake betrogen!" – Dammit, Van! You cheated me out of a milkshake!
"Erzählte dir! Und du hast es doch nicht bestritten." – Told you! Also you didn't deny it.
"Geht nicht gut, hm?" – Not going well, hey?
{As for the Pig Latin, you're on your own ;) }
The original chapter for this was huge (32 pages!) So I've decided to split it into two for you guys, consider this part one and the next chapter part two of setting the stage for this fic!
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Once again thank you so much if you read and I'll hopefully see you guys in the next edition of The Great Candy Bake Off! ~KennBoKenn.