Marshall Lee had been about to visit fionna in the tree house, but had heard the young adventurers giggles from a nearby castle. He had floated down to fionna and prince bubblegum with no bad intentions, but was stopped cold when the prince was pulled down into a hug by fionna. Before they parted, Marshall hadn't missed the small touch of lips that was exchanged in between the two. Before Marshall had even become aware of what he was doing, he began to float away, in plain sight. Once seen bubblegum threw him away from fionna and called out to Marshall. But Marshall was too shocked to hear the pleas and shouts. Fionna looked up at the intruder and gave a look that shook Marshall back into movement. Fionna had looked guilty. It wasn't her fault that she had fallen for the prince just like Marshall. And it wasn't her fault that she had been accepted by the prince. He then floated away to the grave yard, needing some time to sulk. Dawn had soon passed, and Marshall had fallen asleep behind a large tombstone, shading him from the sun, but holding no protection from the nightmares that danced inside his head all morning long. Gumball soon sauntered to the grave yard in defeat. He'd been searching for Marshall all night and had eventually begun to tire out. Thinking of all the times Marshall had hung around the grave yard, he'd came here as a last resort. He needed to explain to Marshall that everything was a mistake. He'd asked fionna to help him confess to Marshall, and she was helping him, saying that Marshall would never turn him down, but she ended up confessing to bubblegum herself. He'd turned her down, considering she already knew who he longed for. She'd asked for one last hug before she had to kiss her dreams goodbye. In the last moments of the hug, fionna had stolen a quick kiss and this prince was not ready for. But immediately after, Marshall had been sighted and the prince had panicked. Fionna had apologized to him for the unwanted action. Gumball had surprisingly found Marshall rolled into a small ball behind a large tombstone. Looking down at the pitiful vampire, gumball couldn't believe he'd actually chance being hit by sunlight; gumball quickly retrieved his pink umbrella to cover Marshall. Gumball couldn't wait to see his crush's face when he woke up, but as he neared the graveyard, he'd heard screams of pain. They sounded like marshals, and the boy ran as if his life was endangered to the graveyard. He found cake and Marshall, Cake had found Marshall and pushed the sleeping vampire into the sunlight out of pure hatred. Marshall had awoken to the pain of sunlight, which had made him forget about why there was an extra layer of pain coated on his heart. His skin was quickly dehydrating, and he passed out. Marshall was soon in relief of the sun, gumball had shooed cake away and placed Marshall back into the shadows, with the umbrella as an extra barrier. Gumball was SOO angry with cake. He didn't care if there was a dispute in between him and Fiona, he would make sure cake suffered just as Marshall had. He softly patted the young vampires head. How many lives had he had? He suddenly thought how many lovers had he had? Anger soon boiled within pg and he spun around, leaving the vampire alone.
In his dreams, Marshall was being haunted by fionna and cake, but to top it off, there was pg making fun of him. "You're gay? Figures! Your such a wimp anyways, who would want to be with a color sucker like you anyway? Puff, pathetic." Then as if he hadn't been hurt enough, an old woman with beautiful silver hair and wise wrinkles came into the dream. The ice queen had maybe turned into a perverted hag now, but Marshall knew that before that, she'd been a somewhat mother figure to him in place of his mom. The ice queen looked at him with shame and muttered disappointedly, "how did I screw up enough to raise you like a gay?" Marshall curled into himself as he dreamt. Slowly whimpers began to escape the unconsouse boy and tears slowly made a trail of invisible sorrow down his cheeks. Pg stopped his angry march out of the grave yard when he'd heard the second whimper, followed by the scent of sea salt. He quietly crept once more to Marshall and saw the state he was in. ashamed of himself for thinking how he did, he turned away and hung his head in shame. He sat down and gently grabbed Marshall's hand and slowly, the tears and whimpering stopped. Leaving behind good dreams, of hopeful future dates. Night had finally fallen, and pg knew that soon Marshall would wake. Not so sure that he actually wanted to be there for the waking of the boy, he suddenly fled, leaving behind his pink umbrella.