Chapter 1
'Not Okay'

Narrator's POV

Moonlight streamed in from the open window, bathing a young girl in a dim light. She was wearing a red night gown, as her long blonde hair tumbled carelessly down her shoulders and back. She moaned pitifully, taking a sip of her hot cocoa. She took no notice to a shadowy figure slipping in through the window. She didn't need to. It was only her good friend Marshall. Besides, she was completely immersed in her game of Go-Fish.

"Hey Fi." Marshall Lee said. Fiona paid no attention, only bothering to pull a card from the deck. "Hey Fi", he started again, a questioning tone in his voice, "Are you okay?" Fiona actually talked this time. "Yeah dude, I'm fine." Marshall rolled his eyes. "No, I don't think you are." Now it was Fiona's turn to roll her eyes. "Why do you think I'm not okay?" She looked up from her deck for a minute, and pulled a card from the deck again. Marshall eyed her for a minute. "Fiona.", he stated, feeling a little worried, " you're playing go fish against…well, I don't even know! There's no one even there!" "So?" " You're losing!" Fiona pulled another card from the deck and mumbled something about a 'worthy opponent'.

The young vampire king sighed; she had been like this yesterday too, after the Gumball Biannual Ball. Sure, Marshall had noticed her torn dress, and the way she had run out of the castle with her face stained with tears. Sure, he had been curious, but he didn't ask. He didn't usually get into people's business; after all, he wasn't nosy. Pfft. Fine. That was a down right lie. He was extremely nosy, but no one knew it. That was because he was a vampire; he spied, and even eaves-dropped, but he never asked directly. I guess that's going to have to change tonight, he thought, Let's go pay Pinkie a little visit.

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Marshall quickly floated towards the candy kingdom, his mind racing with questions. What's wrong with Fiona? Did Gumball do something? What did Gumball do? I'm going to kill him if he did anything to her. Wait, how did I get here so fast?

Without knowing it, he had reached the doors of the castle. It was about midnight, Gumball would kill him for coming this late. Oh, well. Marshall Lee is immortal. Besides, Glob knows Gumball doesn't have the heart, or guts, to kill anyone. Marshall shook the thoughts from his head as he raised his fist to knock. Right before he could though, he got a better idea.
He flew up the side of the castle, stopping when he reached the window that led into Gumball's bedroom. He easily opened the window. Wow, he thought, he should at least lock the flipping windows! Marshall quietly slipped into the-almost completely-pink room. He floated over to the side of the bed. He lowered his mouth next to Prince Bubba Gumball's neck, baring his fangs. He softly scraped the side of Prince Gumball's neck before whispering a heart stopping "Boo."

The pink prince screeched at the top of his lungs, jumping a foot in the air. Meanwhile, Marshall was rolling around in the air, consumed by the laughter that he just couldn't hold back. Gumball sat on the edge of his bed, almost hyperventilating. "Marshall Lee! WHAT IN THE NAME OF GLOB WAS THAT FOR?" Prince Gumball shouted. Marshall, still recovering from his fit of laughing, replied with a teasing edge to his voice. "I just wanted to wake you up in high spirits!" He tried, in a failed attempt to sound innocent. Gumball was still panting slightly. He looked up, his face paler than usual. "Well, now I'm definitely not in high spirits!" He said, the aggravation clear in his voice. Marshall looked up, still trying to play the innocent card. "Who said I wanted you in good spirits? I was the one that was supposed to be in the good spirits! But you know what?" Marshall continued, his voice dripping with a teasing sound. "It worked!" Marshall began laughing again, Gumball looking on angrily. "Well, Marshall," Prince Gumball stated, "I at least hope that you're going to tell me why you woke me up at-" He paused to look at his little pink clock that rested, undisturbed, on his bed side table. "1:06! MARSHALL LEE! WHY WOULD YOU WAKE ME UP AT 1:00 IN THE MORNING?" Gumball's voice sounded furious. But Marshall Lee the Vampire King hadn't gotten to be just that, a king, without knowing how to press specific people's buttons. Oh no, he knew what would calm Gumball down real quick. "Sorry G-Ball." Gumball scowled at the new, yet already hated, nick-name. "It actually is important. It's about Fiona." Gumball's heart skipped a beat. She had been fine when he visited her earlier today…actually, she had been acting a little off. She said she was fine…but…was she lying? Probably. She had been playing Go-fish by herself. She was losing too. How do you lose when you're playing against yourself? Gumball was jerked back to reality as he realized Marshall was talking again. "…and she was losing a game of Go-fish. She was playing against herself, and still losing. Also, she wasn't her bouncy self. She was sad looking, and depressed. All she did was moan. I still can't get over the Go-fish thing? I mean, seriously? The only person she can't beat is me, but I've had thousands and thousands of years to practice. Look, I even mastered my poker face!" Marshall then showed Gumball his 'Poker Face' Marshall continued, seeing the look of boredom on Gumball's face. Or maybe it was just the fact he was tired. Whatever the case, Marshall had to ask Gumball this one thing…"So I want to know…What happened at the ball?"