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A/N: I've been working on this for a long time so I'd have a bunch of chapters to upload. I hope you all enjoy it and leave reviews. Here's a list of things you need to know:

•New Ooo City is basically New York City. This will take place mostly in the Manhattan borough of New Ooo City (which, again, is pretty much just New York City).

• Nighlanta is just Atlanta, Georgia. It's like the the words 'Nightosphere'' and 'Atlanta' combined, but, in context, is regular Atlanta.

• Yes, this is Bubbline, sugarless gum, Marcibel, etc.

•Lots of "coarse" language

•I'm making this up as I go along. I expect that it'll last many, MANY chapters. Or whatever it is that you wonderful readers want.

•Guys, you'll have to excuse any spelling or grammatical errors. I don't have access to a computer, so I'll be typing most of this up on my iPhone. I'll try my hardest to keep it free of awful spelling. BUT BEWARE: I abuse the comma. There will likely be many splices, so just let me know where they are and I'll fix them.

• Don't know too much about New York architectural-wise, but please bear with me.

• Copious amounts of drug references

• More fluffy fluff than you can handle, in later chapters. Maybe some smut too

• Characters from Ooo and Aaa

• Plot is subject to change

Enjoy.

Chapter 1: Arrival

It was nothing like what the twins had expected. Not only did the city exceed their expectations, but it laughed at them, stomped them into the ground, and promptly picked up the expectations and swallowed them whole.

"This is just... fucktastic," Marshall Lee breathed.

"Mother of Glob," Marceline whispered. The twins, inside of their pristine 2012 Camero, had driven under a bridge to see the nighttime skyline of the outrageously beautiful New Ooo City unfold on the other side.

"I expected a bunch of huge buildings and graffiti and shit. Like, BIG, not beautiful," Marceline said.

"Heh, this is HELLA different from when we were last here," Marshall reminisced. The last time the twins had been in the specific area was a few hundred years before. It had been a small, growing town and the most advanced piece of technology was the wheel.

"It's kinda sad, you know. The way that innocence just up and left the world in a matter of only a couple hundred years. Remember how terrified people used to be?" Marceline asked. She turned down the stereo, which was blaring 'The Higler' by Veil of Maya, and a period of silence ensued.

"Yeah, I guess it is pretty sad," Marshall finally broke as they stopped at a red light. He dropped his hands from the wheel and half-heartedly patted out a rhythm on his thighs. "To see the world scared of myths and legends and magic, only to have most of the magic fade from existence."

Marceline chuckled.

"We used to be the terrors of the night. People would even hang garlic on their doors and keep wooden stakes ready, remember that? Now, we're just myths and the subjects of shitty books. It's a lumping shame, man."

"Tragic... But that's the past! Let's just live for right now."

"Yeah. Clubbing, parties, and more kush than we can handle!"

"That's it," Marshall grinned at his twin and grabbed hold of the wheel as the light flashed green. After a couple rights and a left, they arrived at an old, tall brick building. It was about twenty stories tall with a fire escape snaking up and down the sides.

"Are you sure this is it?" Marceline asked, grabbing one their cats, Hambo, from the back seat.

"Yep. Overlook Apartments," Marshall answered, grabbing their other cat, Diego. The twins, cradling their beloved kittens, headed to the rotating doors.

"Uh, yes ma'am, we're the Abadeer kids. We reserved room 15-C," Marceline said.

"Ahhh, lemme see here...," the pudgy woman behind the front desk, Isis, from her name tag, vacantly answered as she scrolled down her computer screen. "Yeah, I see it. You guys can go right on up. Fifteenth floor, second door on the right."

She gave them a friendly smile and handed them each a key. Marceline placed Hambo on her shoulder and attached the apartment key to her key ring, which accompanied her copy of the Camero's key. Marshall did the same. They began walking back towards their car to grab their belongings.

"Thank you, ma'am," Marceline called over her shoulder.

"No problem, dear. Just remember; your first month's rent is due in four weeks, on the thirty-first!" Isis called back.

Three trips and two hours later, the twins had unpacked and settled in. It was a cozy little apartment; the carpet, which filled every room except the tiled kitchen and bathroom, was clean but clearly worn, yet comfortably so. It had two equally sized bedrooms, a little bathroom, a large (in contrast to the admittedly small bedrooms) living room, a little kitchen, and a balcony with a drop-dead gorgeous view of the city.

For a large extra sum of cash, the twins had gotten the apartment furnished prior to their arrival. There was a bed, a wardrobe with a mirror, a cat bed, and a bedside table in both bedrooms, which filled both sleeping quarters perfectly. In the living room was a couch against one wall, with a recliner on to it's left and a love seat to its right. A coffee table sat in front of the couch. Hanging on the opposite wall was a flat screen TV, already hooked up to the Abadeer's Xbox and DVD/VHS player. In one corner of the living room, on the same side of the wall as the door to the balcony, was a huge stereo. In the opposite corner was a laptop resting on a computer desk with a 'rolley chair,' as Marshall called it, in front of the desk. The balcony had two plastic chairs and an ashtray. The kitchen, of course, was complete with the obvious necessities. The cats' litter box sat in an empty corner in the kitchen.

"Comfy," Marceline said as she plopped down in the recliner, grinning.

"Yeah. We just need to stock the fridge and we're done," Marshall replied, giving her the exact same grin as he lied down on the love seat. After a few quiet moments, Marcy yawned.

"What time is it?" she asked as she rose from the seat and stretched.

"A little past midnight," Marshall answered, glancing at his phone's lock screen. Marceline checked her phone to be sure.

"Wow. And we still have to register for school tomorrow. Let's just go to sleep."

Marshall Lee nodded in agreement and they headed to their own bedrooms. Marceline changed into a pair of red sleep pants and a black shirt. She threw herself onto the bed, sighing with content as her face hit the pillow. It was her first time in a bed in about a week, as the two had slept in their car on ride up the the big apple. The vampire flipped onto her back and folded her arms behind her head. As she gazed at the ceiling, she whispered to herself, "It's going to be different here. No more Dad stealing my fries or pressing me to become ruler of the Night-o-Sphere." She glanced over to where her prized ax bass leaned on a stand.

"Marshall and I can finally work on music, maybe send some demos to a few record companies...," she trailed off. Marcy fell asleep smiling at the thought of the new opportunities set before her.

BEEEEP BEEEEP BEEEEP

"Oh my glob," Marceline groaned as she turned on her side. She picked up her phone and shut the alarm off. With another, more purposefully dramatic groan, Marceline climbed out of bed, springs creaking as she did so, and stretched. She gave a monstrous yawn and went to Marshall Lee's door. She knocked a couple times, receiving a moan from her brother.

"Marsh, get your lazy ass out of bed," she called, rolling her eyes.

The vampires quickly showered and got ready. The school day started at 7:20 and it was 7:00 by the time they were ready to leave. They gave their cats Hambo and Diego food and water and bid them goodbye. Marshall locked the door and the two headed down to the lobby. Isis was behind the counter, filing her nails.

"Morning, kids," she shouted after the twins, who, not wanting to be late on their first day, were hurrying out of the building.

"Morning," they called back in unison. In the parking lot, Marceline threw her backpack into the back seat of their car and slung herself into the driver's seat. She turned the keys in ignition and began backing out as soon as Marshall was in. Marceline fired up the navigation system on her phone and quickly made the first turn. She pushed a CD into the player; "The Discovery," an album by Born of Osiris. Marshall pulled out a little tin box from the glove compartment and gave Marcy a mischievous look.

"Hell yeah, wake and bake, bro," Marceline grinned. Marshall opened the tiny box and an all-too-familiar, pleasing smell filled the car. He rolled a perfect joint, lit the end, and took a hit. He blew the smoke out from a corner of his mouth and passed it to Marceline, who repeated the process. They rolled the back windows down to allow the smoke to escape. After about five hits, both were smiling stupidly and had red-rimmed eyes.

"This is gonna be a great first day," Marshall said, sliding into his seat. Marcy nodded. The school began to come into view.

"Glob, that's huge!" Marceline shook her head in disbelief. The school had three floors above ground, easy. Seeing as it was on a hill, it definitely had a basement as well. Four floors.

The student parking lot had hundreds of cars and finding a spot proved a worthy challenge. It was 7:40 by the time Marceline was able to park the car. The two slinked up the stairs to the main doors, putting in eye drops as they walked, and pulled open the double doors. After a few moments they found the front office, registered as juniors, and headed their separate ways. It was the first day of the school year and still first period, so a couple of late kids would be nothing new.

Marceline glanced down at her schedule.

"Ok, physics with... Mr. Simon Petrikov, Room 1.260."

Marceline, after being directed by a teacher leaving the restrooms, soon found herself standing in front of the door to the classroom.

"Alright," she told herself, shaking her head of fuzziness and trying to ignore the fact that the world was swaying slightly due to the weed. "Alright, you're a vampire. No fear, no nervousness. You got this."

She shook herself off, turned the doorknob, and cautiously walked into the room. The obvious happened; the whole class fell silent and the teacher, Mr. Petrikov, stopped talking. Marceline felt about twenty pairs of prickling, prying eyes rest on her and her hair stood on end in annoyance.

Mr. Petrikov looked at her, his expression making it clear that he wanted an explanation. He looked friendly enough— the man appeared to be middle-aged, with wily brown hair and round-rimmed glasses. He was dressed like a college professor.

"Uh... I'm Marceline Abadeer. I'm new here, I just moved from Georgia and registered this morning. Principal Trunks said she'd email you about it," Marceline explained. Mr. Petrikov gave her a kind smile.

"Of course! I'm sure the rest of the class joins me in welcoming you to New Ooo City High School," he greeted as he extended a hand. Marceline shook it, shocked by how incredibly cold it was.

"Thanks, sir. Did I miss anything?"

"Not really. I merely explained procedures and rules and was just describing some of the many experiments we will be performing in this class. Nothing particularly important, but would you like me to repeat anything?"

"No, but thank you, sir," Marceline replied with a slight shake of the head.

"Alright then. Would you please take the seat next to Ms. Bonnibel?" he pointed to an empty seat on the far side of the room, to the left of a girl whose hair was dyed bright pink. Marceline nodded and made her way over to the desk and Mr. Petrikov continued speaking to the class.

Whoa... she's way too pretty, Marceline thought as she dropped her backpack to the floor and slid into the chair.

She glanced at the girl, 'Ms. Bonnibel,' out of the corner of her eye. Her pink hair was parted on the right and had a few layers to it. It stopped a little less than halfway down her back. Her features were sharp; bright blue eyes, flawless white, slightly pinkish skin, a small, pointed nose and a pair of thin lips. Her face was slim and came to a slightly rounded point at the chin. She was wearing a striped pink long sleeved shirt and white shorts that stopped about mid-thigh.

Marceline felt her mouth drop just a bit.

She is too hot, she smiled at the thought but quickly shook it from her head. Right. Look at yourself.

She pictured herself, mentally— a red, plaid button up shirt rolled up to the elbows, tattered and torn black skinny jeans and a pair of million year old black-and-white Converse. Her hair stopped a couple inches above her waist and was layered and jagged.

"Oh Glob, I probably look like trailer trash to her," Marcy murmured to herself, earning quizzical glances from her surrounding classmates.

She shook off the looks, yawned and crossed her arms over her chest. She glanced at the clock; 8:10. The vampire started to close her eyes when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Hey, new chick!" she heard someone whisper. She tuned in the direction of the voice to see a guy with white hair looking back at her. He was wearing a sleeveless leather jacket and a pair of the tightest skinny jeans Marcy had ever seen.

"Hey, I'm Ash. I think you and I could get along pretty nice," he said, giving a cocky grin.

Marceline took a liking to his attitude.

"I think so too. Call me Marcy," she whispered back, reaching out to fist bump her new acquaintance. She turned to face the front of the classroom. Not even two second later, she felt another tap, this time on her right shoulder. She turned to face the pink haired girl.

"May I see your schedule?" she asked.

"Uh, sure," Marcy replied. She fished the piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it to the girl.

As she was skimming over it, the pink haired girl whispered, "Forgive me, I forgot to introduce myself. My name's Bonnibel Bublegum (A/N: Bublegum= Bue-Blay-Gum). I'm a member of the student council and one of our jobs is to help out new students. You have language arts next. Do you know where that is?"

"No clue."

"I can show you the way there. Or, if you'd prefer, I could just give you verbal directions."

"I'm no good with instruction," Marceline replied as she rubbed the back of her neck. "It would be great if you could show me. I mean, unless that'd make you tardy, in which case I totally understand if–" Marcy stopped short as Bonnibel gave a small giggle. Holy fuck, she was cute.

"No, it's alright. I have English next too, just in a different classroom," she explained. The bell began ringing. Bonnibel packed her things, Marcy picked up her backpack, and the two headed out the door. They walked towards the language arts pod, Bonnibel describing some of the clubs the school had. As the pink-haired girl spoke, Marceline rummaged through her backpack, looking for gum. She pulled out a pack of spearmint, shoved a piece in her mouth, and offered another to Bonnibel, who shyly accepted.

"So, you're from Georgia?" the pink haired girl asked.

"Yeah. Born and raised in Nighlanta."

"What's it like?"

"Definitely more trees. The buildings are typically shorter and more spaced out, but it's still a beautiful city. You just have to really know the city before you're able to realize it. We used to spend most of our free time at the Atlantic Station, which is basically a downscaled New Ooo."

"How do like New Ooo?"

"Oh Glob, it's amazing. It's everything Marshall and I dreamt it would be."

"Marshall?"

"Marshall Lee. My twin brother," Marceline answered.

"Oh. I apologize if I'm asking too many questions. We just don't often get people from as far as Georgia."

Marceline chuckled.

"Nah, it's alright."

They walked in silence for a moment.

"Well, this is your classroom," the pink girl waved goodbye and headed to her own classroom. The vampire was grinning from ear to ear as she walked into the language arts room. She shook hands with the teacher, Mrs. Trutle, and took a seat in the back of the room. She was so caught up in her thoughts of Bonnibel that didn't even notice her brother walk in the room and take a desk next to her.

"Marcy, you've got that look," Marshall Lee smirked, waving his hand in front of her face. "Youuuuu like someone!"

"I do not," she snapped, shoving his hand out of her face. He laughed.

"You totally do! Oh my glob, that was fast! You gotta tell me who it is."

"Shut up, dickface," Marceline grinned at Marshall.

"You definitely don't know her, anyways."

"So? Just describe her so I can steal her from you," Marshall retaliated.

"Marsh, you have a preference for men. I'm not even worried. She'd be too girly for you."

Marshall Lee frowned.

"You're gay," he said.

"Pride, Marshy." Marceline grinned and thumped her fist against her chest.

Most of the rest of the day flew by uneventfully. The most happened during lunch, which was Marceline's sixth period.

The vampire grabbed a tray and loaded it with a wide array of crimson foods; a slice of watermelon, an apple, some cranberry juice, a couple strawberries...

Then came the decision every new student fears making— which table to sit at. As Marceline was awkwardly heading towards an empty table, she heard a voice call out her name. She turned to see Marshall sitting next to the kid from her first period, Ash, with a couple other unfamiliar faces around them. Thankful for her luck, she dodged around tables to reach them.

"Yo, it's you! What's up?" Ash greeted, grabbing a strawberry from her tray.

"Hey, man," she replied. "Nothing much. It's rad that you two made friends."

"Dude, Marcy, Ash plays keyboard and guitar! And he does some DJ work. We should add him to the band," Marshall suggested.

"Aw, finally! It's just been a drum-and-bass sorta thing for a long time. You in, Ash?"

"Fuck yes! We can even enter a talent show at some point. Show these chumps some real music," he answered with a grin.

"Oh glob, I forgot. Sis, this is Finn and Jake. They're pretty cool," Marshall introduced, motioning to a skinny pale boy with striking blonde hair, and a older, thicker guy with slightly duller hair.

"Hey, welcome to the school!" the skinnier boy greeted enthusiastically, giving a huge smile. "I'm Finn Mertens."

"I'm Jake," the thicker one replied with a friendly grin.

"Awesome to meet you guys," Marcy replied, high-fiving the two. "So, what, are you two brothers? You look a bit alike."

"Well, yes and no. Finny here was adopted. We're totally entirely bro-close, though," Jake responded, giving Finn a rough noogie.

"Hey! Kindle's gonna be here soon, don't do that!" Finn grumbled as he hurried to make his hair presentable. Marceline glanced questioningly at Jake.

"His girlfriend. She, Peebles, Lumpy, and our sister Fionna are student council members and they have a meeting about the dress code or some lame junk right now. Should be over soon, so you'll get to meet them."

"I'm hoping Peebles is a nickname," Marshall Lee smirked.

"Oh, it is. It's short for PRINCESS Bubblegum," Ash grumbled, frowning.

"Aw, still sore with rejection?" Jake teased.

"Can it, Jake!"

"Why in the hell would you call someone Princess Bubblegum?" Marceline inquired, her mouth full of strawberries.

"You clearly haven't met her yet," Ash murmured as he pushed his tray away.

"I kinda have to agree. She has a sort of royal air to her. Not to imply that she has a pole up her ass or anything; she's actually really sweet," Jake answered between bites of his sandwich.

"But why Bubblegum?" Marshall asked.

"She kinda reminds you of a stick of bubble gum— y'know, the pink kind. And it's almost exactly like her real last name, Bublegum," Finn replied.

Marshall broke into a fit of laughter and Marcy spit her food out. She wiped her face with a napkin and turned to an amused Jake.

"Is her first name— oh what was it? Barbie? Barney? Bubble? I know it was something weird, like Bonnie... Bonnibel! Is her name Bonnibel?"

Jake was quiet.

"Holy hell, she must really think you're ok. She never tells someone she's just met her first name," Finn said.

Marshall gave Marceline a sidelong glance, then broke into a grin when realization hit him.

"You–" he was cut short as Marceline clamped her hand over his mouth.

"I swear to Glob, Marshall," she hissed in his ear. He was still laughing.

"Alright, alright! Mercy!"

"Oh, here they come!" Finn remarked as he waved his hand to catch their attention.

The table glanced over to see Bonnibel walking in between an oddly shaped girl dressed in purple, a redhead, and a pretty blonde girl. As the drew closer, Marceline got a good look at them.

The red-haired girl was... hot. Her hair was somehow naturally a fiery red color. Her skin was slightly tanned to a sort of golden color. Her eyes were a piercing green and her face had a small spray of freckles. She had a small, pointed nose and a thin but shapely figure.

The girl dressed in purple had dyed her hair a light shade of purple. She was incredibly lumpy in shape— her tight clothes made the lumps even more discernible. She was talking to Bonnibel as they approached, speaking with the absolute strangest voice Marceline had ever heard.

Comversing with the red-headed girl was a blonde girl who was literally Finn with long hair and girlier features.

After looking over the three new faces, the vampire turned her attention to the breathtakingly beautiful girl in the center, Bonnibel. She was so unlike what Marceline was normally attracted to, but in all the right ways. The three went to grab food, talking amongst themselves. When Marceline was finally able to tear her eyes away from Bonnibel, she looked over at a grinning Marshall.

"This is too good. This is too fucking good."

"Wait till we get home, I'm gonna sock the shit out of you."

"Twin smack down! That, I'd fucking love to see," Ash laughed.

"Dude, seriously though, you should come over. We could get started on coordination," Marshall suggested enthusiastically.

"That's a rad idea. We live at the Overlook Apartments building, room 15-C," Marceline added after ravaging an apple.

"Sick, I'll be there around five," Ash said with a grin.

Bonnibel, Lumpy, and Kindle arrived at the table, Lumpy sitting next to Bonnibel, who sat in front of Jake, diagonally from Marceline. Kindle sat next to Finn and the two began talking immediately.

"Oh, it's you!" Bonnibel exclaimed, turning her attention to Marceline, who played it cool.

"What's up?" she replied, prickling as Marshall gave her a cheeky grin.

"Not much. I see you've met Finn and Jake. How do you fare?"

"Oh, uh, they're pretty rad so far," Marceline grinned, fist bumping Jake.

"And the school? Anything you like or dislike? The student council is always open to ideas."

"It's all good. And remember my twin I was telling you about? Meet Marshall Lee, the asshole king," Marceline said, motioning towards her brother. Bonnibel giggled.

"Hello, Marshall. Most people call me Bubblegum. How do you like the school?"

Marceline was a bit stunned— Jake seemed to be right about Bonnibel not normally sharing her first name with a new face.

"See, I told you," Jake whispered in Marceline's ear.

"It's cool, I like it. But," Marshall glanced slyly at his sister, "Marcy seemed to like it much more than I do. Especially the people. More specifically—"

"Ash! More specifically Ash. He's really cool," Marceline interrupted. Ash cockily pushed his hair back.

"I am pretty great, aren't I?" he said with a toothy grin.

Bonnibel's face fell with distaste.

"Yes, I suppose Ash is... cool. That aside, I hope you two enjoy the school. I look forward to befriending both of you," Bonnibel said, her eyes on Marceline.

Same here, Bonnibel, Marceline thought as she popped a few cherries in her mouth.

She and Marshall exchanged a glance. One look said it all; the Abadeer twins weren't moving anytime soon.