(A/N) Ughh… 0.e Okay, this is like… a drabble/fluff/maybelemon/maybedevelopaploteventuallyi fitisliked kind of thing. Got that? Good. Before I start, you should know that I have been reading WAY too much yaoi, and haven't written a fanfic in about two years. Also, I am still deciding if I should make it FionnaxMarshall, or MarshallxGumball. 0.e And I don't know if I should add any OCs. So, reviews would be veerrrrrryyyyy helpful, if not to tell me that you liked it/thought it sucked major ass, then just so I can actually MAKE IT. Because, as of today, I am very indecisive and flighty. Too much Monster, I suppose. And now, after that excruciatingly dull Author's Note, Without further ado, other than this, and also this, and this as well, I give you : "Fear of the Dark." (A/N)
Fionna's POV
"Are you ready, sugar?" I heard Cake call to me from downstairs. I rolled over in my sleeping bag, and groaned. Why couldn't she just let me sleep for once?
"Ready for what?" I yelled hoarsely back at her, my voice cracking from lack of sleep, I suppose.
Cake stretched up to our shared room and stuck her head in the door. "I have had to wake you up three times already, baby. This is not like you," She frowned. "We have to go to the Candy Kingdom, remember? Prince Gumball wanted to thank you for saving him from the Ice Queen again. He's throwing another ball!" Cake sighed when she said 'another.' Gumball was infamous for his elaborate balls. I snickered at the thought.
"Oh, the Prince and his balls," I said, cracking up. This remark earned me a light smack on the back of my head from Cake's overly long and extremely stretched out paw. I grinned. Ever since I had turned 14, a lot about me had changed. I wore different clothes, and Cake's maternal dream of making me "ladylike," was shot to hell. I had even tried to dye my hair. I had settled on a chocolate brown, and Marshall was showing me how to mix and mash different plants together to get the right color dye, but Cake had not exactly… approved. So, my hair was still the same golden-yellow, and my eyes were still the same weird blue. I still wore the bunny hat, but my general outfit was slightly different. Instead of skirt, I wore long skinny jeans. My usual blue shirt had been replaced with a black one. I still used the same backpack, but it had stitches all over it, and multiple band patches, not to mention the graffiti Marshall and Prince Gumball had left on it on multiple occasions.
"That is not funny, sugar," Cake sighed. "Please just get dressed." And she slowly left. I got up and pulled on my general attire. No need to dress up- I went to Gumball's parties all the time. And I never wore a dress, or anything like that. It took me a total of 15 minutes to stuff myself into the jeans, and shove my hair into my hat. That wasn't fast enough for Cake.
"Wegottagowegottagowegottagoo ooo!" Cake was screaming wildly, running around downstairs. I laughed and put on a bit of eyeliner. I decided to wait a couple of minutes, just to freak her out more, but she didn't give me that chance. I had just set my eyeliner pencil on counter in the bathroom, and I felt myself being pulled. I looked down and smiled- Cake was too impatient. She had pretty much wrapped me up in her giant paw, and we were going out the door, no matter what I did.
(A/N) Ohmyglob. That was a lot shorter than I had planned. 0.e Sorry! I just didn't want to do the other POVs until I knew for sure what this 'fic would ship! XD So, yeah. I don't see why I called it fluff, but it is most DEFINITELY drabble right now. SOOOOOOO, PLEASE REVIIIEEEWWW. It keeps my soul from ripping my body apart, and I don't want that! Forreal! If you help me, and tell me what your opinion is on the whole love interest/OC-or-not-to-OC bit, I swear to glob I will give you a giant-ass cookie. With little bacon bits cooked in. How's that sound? Good? Good. Review my sexies!