If you are looking for the creator of Adventure Time, you have come to the wrong place.
Marceline waved from her front porch at the two departing adventurers with an anxious grin. Finn smiled back at her, a disbelieving gleam in his eye. Jake smiled back as well, but there was no real gleam in his eye, just the look of an obscured Oreo. He didn't really pay much attention to what was going on with Marceline lately, but she knew Finn had. And that's why she had to get there now more than ever. As the duo melted into the horizon, she lost all control of her composed veneer, and rushed back into her house, making a beeline for her living room. She drew a smiley face with circular glasses, but left out the five o'clock shadow and replaced it with long, flowing hair. A large oval opened up and she jumped swiftly in before the portal closed. A swirling onslaught of colors bombarded her on all sides and it took all her will power not to be thrown into her own Nightosphere.
You see, a couple weeks ago, while trying to visit her father, Marceline discovered a rift. The uncanny change in direction actually proved quite fruitful, as she met her version of herself in that dimension, Marshall Lee, the Vampire King. She wasn't really used to having anyone to talk to her about her life, and the same went for him, so the idea of having a twin brother rather than a male version enticed Marceline to the Land of Aaa every Thursday for her weekly visit. But, of course, she couldn't tell anyone in the Land of Ooo about the alternate universe, she had watched enough science fiction movies to realize that was a bad idea.
As the blues and yellows and reds gradually fade away, her feet are dropped onto firm ground and her eyes immediately scan the clearing for any sign of her twin brother. He's sitting by that apple tree they always lay under, thirteen roses in his hands, twelve white, one red.
"You saved that one for me?" Marceline smiled as Marshall Lee jumped, surprised at being suddenly ripped from his stupor of staring at the roses.
"Wha–? Oh. Sorry, Marceline. They're— they're not for you." He turned away to hid his blush.
"Glob, Marshall, that's a delicious color you got on your cheeks, there." She smiled, "Fionna, I presume?"
"You're evil." He shook his head and tried to ease his blush with a smile. "But yes."
"I still don't know why you even bother with her. She's obviously head-over-heals for Prince Blowpop."
"Gumball." He corrected, "And she'll come around. She's thirteen. She doesn't know she's aiming too high yet. I mean, yeah, she's more than worth royalty, but – you know, Princey might not exactly see it that way."
"Yeah. But this faze could carry on for years. You sure you want to wait that long?"
"I'd wait centuries." He brought the flowers closer to his chest, "I love her."
"Wow. That's a little feminine for my male version."
"Hey. I thought you promised we wouldn't use that word. And you don't understand. You probably haven't even fallen for Finn yet. Maybe there's a time difference between our two universes…how old are you, anyways?" She gave his shoulder a gentle slap,
"Don't you know it's rude to ask a lady her age?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever…But just watch out for Finn, okay? Odds are we have the same taste in…spouses."
"Dude. Don't ever say that word again. Ash said it a lot…" She averted her gaze to the edge of the sunset stretching out before them.
"Ash?" an evocative smile rose to his lips, "I have an ex named Ashlee. Always wanted me to make her dinner. Sold Hamba to a witch, that psycho. I spent a lot of my good years in that terrible relationship…"
"Lemme guess…Fionna brought you into her memories to see the memory she stole?"
"Yup. I guess your Finn isn't miles apart from my Fionna." He gave her a playful shove.
"Yeah, yeah, just because you're all hyped up on adventurers doesn't mean I am." She flew up to the tree and grabbed a red apple. With a smirk, she dug her fangs into the color and the crimson drained from its glossy skin. She tossed the pallid remains over her shoulder and drew back to where Marshall Lee sat.
"But if Blowpop—"
"Gumball…"
"Is really bothering you that much, it's easy just to sic Ice Queen on him."
"Yeah, tried that, didn't work. Fionna always comes to the rescue and they end up spending even more time together."
"You're right." Her eyes flitted to the side, "Finn spends half of his time saving Princess Bubblegum…"
"See, that's natural in your dimension. Damsel in distress isn't exactly something you want in a prince, but…Fionna just basically throws herself at him! Her blush is so obvious. The way she went to such lengths to get the perfect dress for their stupid ball tonight. How she goes out of her way to help Gumball with whatever he needs. And he NEVER notices! Ha," he facetiously laughs with a dark undercurrent, "wish I had that luxury. I notice everything, and it's all so painful for me to just sit back and watch her being disappointed time and time again. He will never appreciate her like I do! He just brushes her off as some subject, but she's far more than that and he's extremely lucky that she has her heart set on him. Luckier than I could ever be!" He grabbed the axe guitar in his hand and threw it at a branch, causing it to fall on the other side. The guitar came back to him just like a boomerang.
"Marshall!" she gasped, scooping up the roses in her hands to insure their safety. She put a hand on his shoulder. He turned around and looked at her. The same pair of lost, red eyes met each other. "Is she…really that important to you?" He nodded.
"And you would do anything for her?"
His eyes gleamed with an overwhelming answer.
"Then we need to find a way to get rid of Prince Gumball." She smiled sadistically, "And I have just the plan to do the trick."
AN:
YEAAAAAAAAAUH.
Anyways, I really like this story. I have this big overlay of how it's supposed to go and, let me tell you, it's going places. :DD But I have soooo many unfinished stories and I need to start prioritizing. Whichever has the most reviews/favorites of my incomplete stories gets the next update.