Hope you guys enjoy the intro, I know it's rather dry for now, but I promise it's going to pick up quickly. Fyi, this story will more than likely become interactive.
Marceline looked up at the night sky, sighing. A small hiss escaped as she perched on a rock. There was only so much you could do in the Land of Ooo. Sure, she loved running around and sucking red from everything she could find… but lately it didn't seem to satisfy her craving for adventure. With her father being a power crazed psychopathic demon, and her mother being basically non-existent, she seemed to run out of ideas to keep herself entertained. You could only terrorize the Candy Kingdom while scaring Finn and Jake so many times.
A light twinkled in the distance, shining between the forest surrounding her cave. She squinted, assuming that it was some "top secret" project run by Bonnibel. She looked away, noticing out of her peripheral that the light was glowing increasingly brighter. "Ugh! What the math?!" she yelled. Her feet lifted from the ground as she quickly floated over, shading her eyes from the brightness. Suddenly it starting to dim, the light moving in a strobe-like pattern. She reached down, picking up a candy cane. Marceline grunted, breaking it in her hands. She stood, feeling her foot get caught in place.
Marceline looked down, seeing two ghost-like hands reach from the broken candy cane and slowly start to suck her in. She hissed, her tongue flicking out as she fought against it.
Stuart lay on his bed, scribbling some lyrics down on a semi-crumpled piece of paper. Lately the band had become dead to the world. Barely making their names known. Murdoc ran a radio station to broadcast all of their hits, while he pulled odd jobs. Most recently as a driving instructor. Russ was too big to function in the normal world, and Noods wasn't expected to do anything. He sighed, scribbling the sentence out. His hands desperately reached over, searching for the pills he regularly took.
The piece of paper made a swoosh noise as he tossed it into the rubbish bin, laying on his back. He stared up at the sloppy design drawn on his ceiling. He had gotten bored long into the night and rummaged through a pile of books, finding one of Murdoc's when it fell onto the floor. He had picked it up, seeing a page bookmarked. Apparently Murdoc had been looking into dimensional traveling. Probably back when Noodle had gone "missing" after the El Manana video. Stuart had decided to try it himself to see if anything could be sent through the opposite way. After a couple of hours though, he had decided to just give up on anything coming. He sighed, kicking the book off the edge of his bed and turning the lights off. Guess it was time to try to fall asleep again.. or not.
A yawn escaped his mouth, signaling some hope of drifting off. Stuart tugged the sheets over his shoulder, snuggling a bundle under his head. The large black orbs of eyes slowly shutting as he stared at the torn up door used to close his room to everybody else. Well that is, unless Muds would decide to try and break it down again. He couldn't even think of the amount of times he had to super glue it back together. Another yawn escaped and he scratched his head, closing his eyes. Why was making it to this point in the night so hard lately? Maybe it was the meds. He shook his head, yawning again. No, definitely not. He just needed to do something exciting with his life.
The light in his room flipped on, burning his eyes through the lids. Maybe it was just his hallucinations, but his lights seemed to grow in brightness times a million. But still, who would be flipping the switch on this late at night. For fuck's sake, it was at least 4 in the A.M. "What gives?!" he yelled, sitting up, then being knocked down abruptly. He let out a yelp, opening his eyes fiercely to black hair covering his face. A hiss rang through his ears, and he covered them. "What the bloody hell?!" he yelled. He felt arms desperately flailing around as whatever it was was struggling for a grip. Stuart pushed the hair off his face, staring down at a strange gray figure. It seemed frail and dangerous whatever it was. Suddenly it pulled itself up, hair flying backwards as it began to float off of the sheets.
Stuart quickly pushed himself as far back as he could, his bare back against the cold wall and he curled his legs to his head, his hands awkwardly positioned by his mouth. The figure crossed it's legs, pushing the long black hair out of it's face. "Great glob," it whispered, eying Stuart carefully," where am I at?" "L-London..." he whispered back. Stuart looked it up and down, quickly noticing the small bust under a grey tank top. He automatically rendered it a female. She looked at him through narrowed eyes, questioning his words. "W-... w-who are you?" he stuttered. "Marceline! Marceline the vampire queen," she said hurtfully in disbelief. How could he not know who she was? "H-hi Marceline," he said, uncurling himself," I'm Stuart... Stuart Tusspot."
Marceline examined him once more, before floating off the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "So... Stuart? How did this get here?" she pointed to the ceiling. He looked up. "Oh that, yeah. My mate is a Satanist... and kind of dabbles in everyfing not good. I'm not sure 'ow yew got here though. Yew seem loike yew're not from around here.. at all," he tried not to laugh to himself at how stupidly nervous he sounded. Probably because she gave off a very dominant and killer attitude. It was nice seeing people outside of London, but who was she and where did she come from?
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