Marshall hummed happily to himself as he floated through the land of aaa to see his Prince Gumball. The vampire king felt a large grin spread across his face, revealing his fangs. Just the thought of his pink, always cheery, and wonderful boyfriend made him feel all warm and happy inside, a feeling the centuries old vampire wasn't used to.
Despite his cocky attitude, Marshall was quite insecure. After being told you're worthless for such a long time by so many, you start to believe it. He had spent decades tearing himself down, and purposely getting into fights just to make sure he could still feel pain, that he wasn't a monster.
But Gumball had made him feel important, safe and loved. He listened to him when he needed to vent, bandaged him up after he got into a senseless fight, and most importantly holding him when everything became too much and the King cried.
Breaking out of his thoughts, Marshall realized that he was already outside the gates to the Candy Kingdom. The guards simply nodded, used to seeing him around after the prince admitted to the Kingdom about his relationship.
Flying up to the Princes balcony, he noted that his boyfriend was already there waiting. The vampire heart plummeted as he saw the frown gumball wore.
"Hey Marshall . . ."the Princes voice sounded tired and sad. Again, Marshall felt fear rise, but quickly put his mask back up.
"Hey, bubba, why the frown?" he replied with a fake yet seemingly happy tone.
The candy prince seemed to brace himself for something, and as soon as he started to speak, Marshall felt all the confidence that had built up inside him shatter back into self-loathing.
"Marshall, I . . . I think that we should stop seeing each other. . . "
Marshall froze, though he was still floating in the air, and his blood ran cold, colder than it normally was. "What? Why? Did someone say something to you!"
"No, I just . . . just leave Marshall before I change my mind." The prince turned to enter his room, muttering "Just go."
"Bubba wait!" Marshall cried out, grabbing Gumballs arm. He felt tears spring into his eyes as the pink skinned boy turned around, and slapped him, hard.
"Don't touch me! I said leave Marshall, I don't ever want to see you again, and if I do I'll have you arrested!" The prince's voice sounded strained, sad, guilty, but Marshall paid no attention to that. His focus was on his crushed heart, which was currently screaming in agony that the one person he trusted would do this to him.
"But" The vampire king whimpered, not caring how pathetic, how broken he sounded, "I thought you loved me gum-gum!"
The prince didn't reply, just went inside, closing the door not only on Marshall, but on the last shred of Marshalls trust in anything.
After many minutes of staring at the door, praying for it to open, the King of Vampires let out a small sob and flew off.
Somehow he ended up at Fionna's, and as soon as she let him in, he broke down into loud sobs and wails. Though her and cake were shocked to their very core, they managed to get him to tell them what happened. He was hysterical but Fionna heard enough to figure out the rest herself.
Marshall was so upset that he didn't notice when the blond adventurer left, or when cake curled around the broken vampire, who quickly fell into a fitful sleep, filled with dreams of pink and tears.