Disclaimer: I do not own hiatus— err, Young Justice, um, wait, Kingdom Hearts…? The World Ends With You? Final Fantasy XIII? No, uhh, Meet the Robinsons? Treasure Planet? Ben 10? The Door Within? Heroes? Dang it, I need to stop writing stories I can't finish…

First of all, I don't check my FF account very often, it's normally my Deviant and Tumblr that I check, but this was my reaction to my legacy story stats.

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My mind exploded. I was expecting to see one, maybe two reviews for my first chapter, but FOURTEEN! I AM the happiest thing in the UNIVERSE. And I love how you guys saw where I was going with this. This thing is going places. PLACES!

So after my mind regenerated from that explosion, I was like I. Have. To. Write. For. These. Majestic. People. And I kind of stole a little tid-bit of this from someone with a DA account, and if I remembered their name I would credit them here. I'll have to see about it tomorrow.

It's 10:49 PM where I am now. Let's see what time it is when I finish. And I apologize if any of this is spazzy. I just wanted to get this written for you guys right away.

Prince Gumball smiled politely at the visiting royalty, and asked to be excused for a moment. He spotted Fionna in the crowd of people, and when their eyes met, she immediately looked away. He brushed off the jester, and continued to the stair case, where he proceeded to make it to his quarters. He really just needed a break for a second, and his quarters was private and secure, so no questions would be asked why he was missing from the ball he was supposed to be hosting. He flicked the switch to the room on, but the lights did not ignite, and the room stayed dark.

"Hmm…" he finagled it a couple more times, then a couple more just for the fun of it, before deciding maybe a break wasn't such a good idea. As he turned to go, a tuff of air pressed against the back of his neck, a deep, but still very feminine voice whispered into his ear.

"Hey, Princey. I've been expecting you…"


Marshall Lee knocked on the ornately grand door of the Candy Kingdom Castle, with a welling sense of growing strength. He wasn't wearing anything special, just his gray jeans with a black and red plaid shirt, but he hoped it was enough. Ages went by as he tapped his foot, waiting for the door to open. He passed the time by kicking at the ground and rehearsing what he would say when he found Fionna.

"Marshall! Marshall!" a voice called from the darkened horizon.

"Fionna?" There was the sound of pounding shoes on concrete, the familiar panting of an exhausted adventuress, and the usual smile of a job well done. The only thing not generic about the only human was her torn dress and the odd bundled object in her hands. As she got closer, he could make out exactly what he was carrying.

"Marshall! I…I…I found…Hamba!" she drank in deep breaths in between words.

"What?"

"I was about to go talk to Prince Gumball about…" she blushed violently, "…things…but I saw the witch outside. I recognized her," she lifted up Hamba in recognition with a sad smile, "from your memories, and since the witch had her, I just assumed—"

"You left the ball with Gumball for me?"

"Oh. Yeah, I guess I did." For a split second, he swore he could see a vibrant smile beaming on her face, "But, this is the real Hamba, right?"

"Y-yeah." Marshall Lee picked the stuffed animal from her hands and held it close. A tear made its way down his face, "This is Hamba."


"Wh-why are you doing this?" the prince asked Marceline as she finished tying the rope around him and the chair, "And where am I…?"

"My house, my dimension, my rules. Got it?"

"But who are you?"

"Marceline, the Vampire Queen." She claimed coolly, nonchalantly tuning her axe guitar.

"Are you…Marshall Lee's sister or something?"

"Or something." She laughed, hitting an A chord.

"But, what do you want with me?"

The Vampire Queen remained silent.

"Well, whatever dastardly plans you have in store, uh, just know that Fionna will notice I'm gone any second now and come! And uh…" his voice trailed off.

"Fionna…?" she questioned rhetorically, an omniscient ring to her voice as she set the axe guitar by her side, "Oh, I doubt that. Besides, aren't you a little tired of always having to be saved by her? I mean, glob, couldn't you just save yourself for once?"

He struggled against his strains vehemently to no avail. Marceline smirked knowingly as she saw how her taunts were affecting him.

"Sorry, my bad, didn't mean to excite you there. And I surely didn't mean to encourage any escape. It is, after all, futile. I was just pitching a question. A rhetorical question. You and I both know the answer. Now, the real question we should be asking is when your knight's going to show up, Princey." She cocked her head slightly, "If she does at all."

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly what I said. Now my turn to ask a question. What do you think of Fionna?"

"Well, she's very nice. Adventurous, I guess, is one of the main ways to describe her. Why?"

"Man, he was right. You are oblivious!"

"To what?"

"You know what? I shouldn't even tell you. It'll just make disposing of you all the more heartbreaking."

"You…you want to dispose of me?"

"That's the big idea, genius."

"Why?"
"For Fionna's own good."

"What does that even MEAN?"

"Glob. This is just ridiculous." She shook her head. "Read my lips. Fionna. Is. Desperately. In. Love. With. You."

"What? No. Fionna's a friend. A very good friend, but still a friend."

"So you don't think of her as anything more than that?"

"No, not particularly."

"Then maybe this won't be heartbreaking. Maybe…it'll be fun."

AN:
Short chapter again. It's 11:58 right now and I have to go to bed. Got a pep rally in the morning. Yipee. I'm sorry for the crappy quality on this one. The next will be MUCH better…that is
if you review. It all depends on you.