The Soul Of The Second Deminsion . . . The Night-O-Sphere
The Night-O-Sphere. The deadliest land in all of Oooo know to many vampires, and the kings and queens of horror amungst horror. Prisioners inslaved in the hellish world for years and centuries to the point they're dead skin rotted inside they're body. All they had to eat was a pile of live rats, and not a single spec of blood, in which they loved . . . They weren't just vampires. Vampires and creatures, mostly good, but some bad enough to throw in.
Some with dashingly good hair and muscles, but those good things turned into they're worst fear. They're hair would turn into green and tangerine snakes, they're muscles would turn into fat, in which they dispised.
They're worst fears accoured to them except for one young vampire named Marshall, Marshall Lee in fact.
He was the deadliest of the deadliest out of all the prisioners stuck in the blood sucking Night. Turned into a vampire at birth, Marshall was tested on, for he could grow, unlike any other vampire. He was exactly 1,000,000 years old, and not a second younger. But that was the thing . . . Marshall was expireminted on by the king of the Night-O-Sphere, which was soon turned into his dad. The mutant formula placed inside of the boy's vains caused him to get younge . . . And soon, he would turn into dust and he would turn back into a young infant indeed.
He might just turn back into a human while he's at it.
Marshall hated his father for tested on him like some lab rat. It gained him the best muscles a vampire could have, the ability to change pale or just the regular skin color, just to hide his features from gorgeous human girls, blond with blue eyes, and soon he found out the perfect ability. He could control the minds or every living thing known to mand, but his father's.
Day after Day Marshall tried and tried to trick his father into letting the boy go! He snuck out night after night, but always got caught in the morning by the flame prince. Then there was Fionna. He thought of her as the traditional pritty. But he didn't care about the looks in this one. She loved fighting, hated scientists, and most importantly, cared for her dear friend Marshall. His heart ached day after day, causing him to get younger and younger even faster!
The young Fionna snuck in looking as if she were an escaped prisioner. She would get throw into the same cell with Marshal, and therefore they would talk as if there was no tomorrow.
Fionna secretly knew her young childish friend had a small crush on her, so she charmed him intill he got the 'clues' that she was quite in love with him as well. Sadly, she wasn't. So poor Marshall leaned in without knowing, trying to kiss his love, when one day his selfish father caught them, grabbed her, and 'drunk her blood'. Marshall blew out in rage, chasing his father out of the cell, and down to the real world, intill he ran into the fire kingdom. So Marshall followed, found his father and nearly killed the poor bastard.
The father wasn't dead though. He grew into the largest of the bats, grabbed Marshall nearly squeazed him to death, and threw him into a large dungeon in the bottom of the sea. One crack in the wall was there though . . . And when that dungeon filled up with water, Marshall would to be free from that richid dungeon, and live to roam were ever he wanted . . . atleast he thought . . .