This is my first Adventure Time fanfiction that I think is good enough to post. Previously, I'd always tried to write from Finn's POV, which just didn't work for me. I couldn't connect with Finn. So here's my take on Marceline, albeit she's younger than we see her in the show! She's mentally a sixteen-year-old here, and so is PB. This is before Finn and Jake exist, so Marceline is probably about 950 years old. Don't worry, Finn and Jake will appear later in the story, although as more minor characters since I cannot write Finn or Jake's thoughts and emotions. What's an AT fanfiction without some good juicy bromance? ENJOY! (Or, if you don't, at least review.)
Sorry, that was the longest author's note I'll ever write.
Marceline had been younger then. She hadn't ditched wearing bright colors yet, and she'd occasionally suck pink or orange instead of red. Her hair was already waist-length, though she'd kept it braided or tied back. Instead of the leather boots that were now her signature, she wore sneakers or slippers, or on occasion even ballet flats.
She'd dipped and floated over the green crests of hills and once, just for the fun of it, she'd stuck her head through a fluffy-looking cloud. She smelled of marshmallows for days afterwards. She'd tease the Fluffy People and laugh at their squeaky voices, or she'd go to the Slime Disco and dance with the slime-jects. She had not a care in the world, and there were plenty of red colors, and they always tasted like strawberries, cinnamon and sunlight.
She'd sing with a voice as bright and light as a cooing dove's.
And then one day, in her wanderings, she came across the Candy Kingdom.
What first attracted her to the Candy Kingdom was its cacophony of colors. Pink dripped into green, which melted into puddles of turquoise on a ground of purple dotted with red. Every color was bright, soft, eye-catching in its unreal-ness. Houses were roofed with striped red and white, walled with blue and green. The people laughed and chattered happily in garments of bright yellows and purples that stood out against their candy skin. The tiny buttons glistened with a sugary pinkness.
Even then, Marceline had been attracted to this vibrant soup of pastels and mellow brightnesses. She hovered over it, and even alighted on one peppermint roof and sucked the scarlet from one of its stripes. It had a clean, sharp, sweet flavor, and she laughed and floated on.
Then the Candy Castle caught her eye. It was pink, with dabs of green and yellow and blue that glistened and twinkled in the light. Candy trees surrounded it, and the clouds above it looked as if they were cotton candy of the highest quality. A candy rainbow floated in the lemon-blue sky, supported by two fluffy clouds.
She floated toward the spectacle, mouth open. The walls turned out to be hard, sticky pink candy. The windows, though clear, were not glass, though they were brittle. Tentatively, Marceline floated higher until she was about halfway up one of the towers. She poked the sticky pink wall again.
"Who knows, might be good," she said to herself, before sinking her sharp teeth into the wall.
It was good. The sweetness flooded her mouth, pinks and greys and candies and colors. She sucked, sucked, until a patch of the bubblegum wall was the color of her own skin. Then her sharp ears were pierced by an alarming sound.
"Citizens of the Candy Kingdom!" a shrill, bright voice yelled. "There is an attacker on the north parapet of the Candy Castle! Gather, and let us show it how terrifying the Candy People can be!"
Marceline watched in horror as if her spirit were detached from her body, her teeth still embedded in the bubblegum wall. She pulled them out, and the hard candy made a squeaking sound. She tried to float higher, higher, out of the Candy People's sight, but her heart hammered and seemed to become heavier and heavier, weighing her down until she seemed to be stuck in a dream where she found herself running through strands of gum, trying to break through each, until the gum thickened and liquefied and became a bright pastel soup. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a rainbow flash out of one of the tower's windows.
She shook her head. "Stop!" she cried in a voice that seemed shaky even to her. "I haven't done anything!"
She continued to float upwards, though she was slowing. The babble of voices slowly died to a murmur, then a whisper. She began to have hope.
Then a multicolored net descended upon her. Looking up through terrified eyes, Marceline saw a young pink girl astride a rainicorn, from whose horn the rainbow net was entangling her in its meshes. The sun was bright, too bright. In Marceline's vision, the world melted, all the colors blended and brightened, intensified, until each seemed clearer and duller, all merged together in one pastel soup.
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