This Is What It Takes

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Warning: This is not the prequel to White Roses, but I included little bit and pieces of t in this story.

Self-harm.

Shy Marshall, Jerk(s): Gumball, Fionna, Flame Price, and Cake (Gonna flip the script)

It is actually more depressing than White Roses. (You may need tissues.)

All feels shall be gone.

Hope you enjoy.

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Ask anyone is Aah who they hated, they would automatically respond Marshall Lee. They were more scared of him than anything else. They believed the young vampire could kill them at any moment if he wanted to, but he never craved blood or really bothered them. That's why he could never understand why every time he tried to talk to someone they always ignored him, yelled or insulted him. One of his favorites was 'go stand in broad daylight.'

What they didn't know was that they were hurting the vampire and this caused him to do things, which in his opinion, made him feel better.

He cut himself.

Every day, deep and ugly welts scared his pale skin. No one ever knew because of the long sleeved shirts and impenetrable mask the vampire always wore. But, this wasn't the only secret he had.

He was also dating the prince of the Candy Kingdom, Prince Gumball.

Marshall found it unbelievable when the prince had come to his house and told him he had a crush on him. Truth was, he always had a fairly large crush on Gumball, but was always scared of rejection because of who he was. Needless to say he was happy when the prince did confess that day and they had been together since. The only people who knew this were Gumball's friends; Fionna, Cake, and the Flame Prince. They were well aware that the kingdom wasn't that fond of Marshall, so the citizens were unaware.

As time continued on, Marshall began to notice things. Like, whenever he tried to talk to him, the conversations were blunt and short. Whenever he would hug the prince, he was immediately pushed away. The one thing that hurt Marshall the most is when he kissed Gumball, after he pulled away Gumball almost looked disgusted.

Marshall had been brushing the behavior of his shoulder, thinking the prince was just too tired or busy. He kept continuing that nothing was wrong, at least until this happened.