"Yeah? We-well, fine, then! I don't want to see your stupid face ever again!"
"That's fine by me. You won't ever see it again," was the reply, in a low, smooth tone.
"Good, because I don't want to!"
"Good, you won't."
"Hurting Cake is the last straw. Your stupid pranks have gone too far, Marshall!"
"I understand. Bye, Fionna," Marshall floated away, heading for home, and Fionna stormed off for home as well.
"Ooh, girl, it wasn't that big a deal, now," Cake insisted. "I'm alright, look!" she stretched her arms out, waving them crazily. "You should go talk with that boy instead of ending your friendship forever. Forever's a long time!"
"Cake, look, Marshall's kind of dangerous. I like him and all, he's a really cool guy, but he puts you in a lot of danger. And I can't have him putting you in danger," Fionna insisted. "Alright? His funny pranks are going to get you hurt."
"Oooh…" Cake frowned, grumpily. "Well, you have to forgive him sometime."
"I will. Later. Promise. As soon as I'm not mad anymore," Fionna insisted.
Cake glanced up and saw something in a nearby tree. When she looked again, it was gone.
About a week later, Fionna was sitting on the couch playing with BMO, and Cake was reading a book.
"I'm kind of bored," Fionna frowned. "I wonder what Gumball or Marshall have going on."
"Marshall? You ready to forgive him now?" Cake questioned, excitedly.
"No! It's just… I haven't heard anything from him. I don't know if he's even okay," Fionna frowned. "Maybe I should go, check on him, and then leave."
"Yeah, that's a good idea! You should definitely go and do that," Cake nodded. "In the morning."
"But Cake, you know Marshall sleeps through most of the day. He could die in those next 15 hours," Fionna added.
"Girl, the sun went down, like, forever ago. Are you really going to run out there at this time of night?" Cake questioned.
Fionna thought a moment, her lips pursing in thought. "Hmmm... yeah. I want to. Let's do it," she got to her feet. "Come on, Cake."
"Oooh, alright girl. But you better put on your sweater, it's cold out there!" Cake said, pulling on her booties.
Fionna put her sweater on, grabbing her backpack. "come on!" they took off toward Marshall's, Fionna clung onto Cake's back the whole ride over. Fionna started walking once Cake shrunk down to size and she stopped at his door. She didn't hear anything from inside so she knocked.
She didn't hear anything. She listened closely, and there was no sound from inside, but there was a light on, inside. Fionna frowned. "What on earth is goin' on? Usually he's Jamming or something... That's it, Cake, I'm goin' in!"
Fionna took a step back before kicking the door down fiercely. "MARSHALL WHERE ARE- … oh."
Gumball was on his feet, smoothing out his shirt. His face was flushed crimson. "W-well, then! I- I suppose we can have no... we can come to no agreement here. I'm leaving, Marshall."
"Hey wait, what's going on?" Fionna was confused. "Gumball, you're never out this late... What are you doing?"
"I was... um," Gumball paused.
"Oh no, girl, we need to GO, like NOW," Cake tugged on her arm, awkwardly.
Marshall was sitting back on the couch, his clothes and hair all messed up. He picked up his guitar and started strumming it. "No worries, Fionna. Gumball and I were just holding a little friendly council... He wanted to see if we could work out our problems from the past..."
"I think that's great!" Fionna said, enthusiastically.
"O-oh, do you? That's good, I'm glad you think so. It doesn't... um," Gumball shifted on his feet. "It doesn't look like we could come to any agreements tonight so I'll just be going now,"
"Oh, aww, was it my fault? Was it because I came in? I'll leave if you need me to,"
"Yeah, Gumball... she'll leave if you want. I know how... uncomfortable you get. Handling delicate matters like these in front of a crowd..." Marshall grinned.
"Oh no thank you, if you'll excuse me," Gumball was out the door in a moment.
"Heh," Marshall grinned. "So what's up, Fionna? Weren't you totally mad just a few days ago?" He changed songs, strumming a bit more energetically. "You sure barged in in a hurry."
"Well, I hadn't heard anything from you or Gumball in awhile and I wanted to make sure you were okay!" Fionna nodded. "But it looks like you're alright."
"Yeah, I'm alright. Sorry about what I did to Cake though. Sorry, Cake," Marshall grinned at her. Cake looked horrified.
"Uh... don't worry about it. Fionna, we need to go. Let's let Marshall have some privacy now, girl," Cake tugged her arm. "We really need to work on your knocking skills. You didn't even TRY knocking before you busted the door down," Cake ushered her out the door and Marshall just grinned after them.
"Well, I was WORRIED," Fionna insisted, stubbornly. "Cake, why are you acting so weird?"
"Girl, do you even have any idea what was... no, never mind. You don't. You BETTER not have any idea," Cake puffed up. "I'll have to beat somebody DOWN."
"What are you TALKING about?" Fionna asked, frustrated.
"From now on, when you go to Marshall's... OR Gumball's, for that matter, you knock before you enter! I would have thought we would have learned that LAST time after you walked in on Gumball," Cake frowned, deeply.
"How was I supposed to know he was NAKED?" Fionna asked, frustrated. "Urgh why do people need all this privacy for?"
Cake made a face. "Girl, people need privacy. How would you feel if every time you changed your clothes, Marshall or Gumball burst in on you in the middle?"
"Change my clothes? What's that?" Fionna made a face.
Cake grew gigantic, flinging Fionna up on her back. "Girl, you did NOT just say that..." they headed for home.
"I'm bored," Fionna complained.
"Why don't you go out and talk with some of your other friends?" BMO asked.
"Well. Yeah, alright. I'm gonna go bother Gumball," Fionna got to her feet and she started walking over to the Candy Kingdom, keeping her eyes peeled for trouble.
She got to the Candy Kingdom and then to the castle. She walked towards Gumball's room, pausing at the door. I should knock. Cake said to. I don't wanna see him naked again. She knocked on the door. "GUMBALL IT'S ME," she yelled at it.
"Uh! One- one minute!" Gumball replied.
Fionna waited a few seconds, wondering what he was doing in there before she just barged in. "Hi, Gumball! I was bored at home so I was like, 'I think I'm gonna go bother Gumball,'" The room was neat and tidy and Gumball sat on his bed, his elbows on his knees, awkwardly. Why's he sitting like that? At least he's dressed though. Gumball is so weird.
"Oh. Really? Well, Fionna, you know, I'm actually kind of-"
"Hey, you know what?" Fionna went on.
"Wh-what?" Gumball asked, confused.
"You should give me something fun to do!" Fionna insisted. "Like, PSHHOOO!" she jumped up and swung her arm down, knocking something off a table. A lid rolled off and underneath a long table with a tablecloth reaching all the way to nearly the floor. "Send me on a mission! … Oh, whoops!" she picked up the jar. "I'll get it."
"Wait, Fionna, don-"
Fionna dove under the table, reaching for the lid. She bumped into something. She looked up to see Marshall not even an inch from her. Sensing the situation, Fionna whispered quietly, "Marshall? What are you doing under here?"
"Hi, Fionna," Marshall whispered, back, grinning at her. "I'm... uh," he brushed some hair out of his face. "I'm playing a prank on Gumball. I'm gonna sneak out later and scare him. Go on. Don't say anything to him."
Fionna nodded, grinning back at him. "Okay," she whispered. Marshall's shirt was buttoned wrong, and Fionna wondered about it but didn't say anything. She backed out, carrying the lid. "I got it!"
Gumball was crimson red, looking thoroughly ashamed of himself. "Uh- I- … I see. Th-thank you, Fionna... I... Di... uh..."
"Well, I changed my mind, I'm gonna go find something to do on my own! Cake's off on a date with Lord Monochromicorn, you're busy, so I'm just going to find something else to do," Fionna sighed. "Maybe I'll go see if Flame Prince is busy, I'm sure he'll wanna go do something, later, Gumball," Fionna left the room, shutting the door behind her.
