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Here's the story before I start babbling again.
She is systematically pacing from one pink-violet wall to another, tapping rhythms on stick-thin thighs. Echo is waiting for what is to become of her, what will happen next. Her heart is beating loudly, too loudly for her to handle. It annoys her to no end how nervous she is. She stops in front of a candy-brick wall, sits with legs crossed, staring. Transfixed by the strange surface that she hadn't noticed before, she traces the edges of each brick tentatively.
She jumps, a knock at the door. Steadily standing, she asks quietly, "Who is it?". Her voice is shaky from lack of use, her throat scratchy and dry. The willowly girl walks to the doorframe, weakly opening it.
She sees the pink man, Beaureguard, she remembers. He smiles cheerily. "I hope you find your living conditions up to par." She nods. They have roomed her in a small turret overlooking the Candy Kingdom, with sparse but comfortable furnishings. She likes the homely little room, it's simplicity calmed her. "Great. I'd like you to meet another of your kind, the fair Fionna." He smiles at the young blonde girl standing behind him. She blushes, eyes shining with adoration for the prince. However, the stars in her eyes are not mirrored in the princes, all his contain is the kind of love one would have for a good friend. Did the Fionna girl not see that?
Echo smiles at the love-struck girl before her. Vaguely she remembers that she never got along well with females. They overdramatize things. "Greetings. I am Echo." Fionna tilts her head in the slightest at this old sense of speaking the older girl before her has, the accent that she can not place.
"Uh, yeah, totally. So where are you from?" she asks hopefully, features transforming into an easy smile. Echo looks out the window behind her and sees the sky, lighter than it had been yesterday. How could she not have noticed that before? She clips to the window, peering at the wide blue sky. She's never seen anything like this, and laughs at her own naivity. Surely she had not thought that it was dark all the time in this strange world?
"Tis a fine day!" She calls, ignoring the other girl's question. For she had nothing with which to answer. "A fine day indeed." She says to herself. "Does the sky do this every day?" Perhaps it is a special day of lightness, she thinks, for as she looks below far more citizens are crowding the streets. They are a curious folk, all resembling candies, she had to infer. She slightly recognises some of the creatures, although others she can only guess at what they are.
"Yeah, man. You didn't know that?"
"I am afraid I did not. So... how does this happen? Is there some sort of mechanism that controls the way that huge light works? I can not remember anything like this! And surely this is something I should remember..." the words come out in such a flurry, she can hardly tell whether she was the one who was saying them. She doesn't hold back on her curiosity, though.
"Er, no. It's just the way the world works I guess. Gumball?" Fionna turns towards the prince, asking a question with her eyes.
"A discussion for another time." he replies. Behind the two brightly-colored figures creeps the Tempest, and Echo surveys him confusedly. He sets a pale green finger to his mouth and stealthily floats behind the prince. Out his mouth erupts a monsterous noise that makes the dignified Beauregard scream with fright.
Echo jumps as well, but Fionna spins around and punches the vampire in the gut. "Ow! Sweetheart, that wasn't necessary. Just having fun." he backs up, "I'm here to check on the girl."
"How did thou get here? Are not thee 'nocturnal'?" Echo asks the floating man. Fionna giggles.
"He has this really girly umbrella that he holds over his head." She snikkers, and in return Marshall glowers.
"It's not girly..." he grumbles, but on his back, next to that axe-bass of his, lies a black parasol with lace trimmings. Echo smiles tightly, suppressing a laugh. Curious how the two tease each other, yet act like great friends, she thinks.
"Tis' a lovely umbrella?" Echo says, a questioning tone in her voice. She didn't know how to respond to this strange show of affection.
"Lovely." The slumping vampire king repeats dully, fake defeat in his eyes. He purposefully changes the subject, "Where's Cake?" he asks the blonde female.
"She's outside with Lord Monochromicorn." She answers, eyes still locked on the fancy parisol.
"Cake? Mono-chrome-i-corn?" Echo says slowly, tasting the words in her mouth. Cake, that rings in her mind. But the second word she could barely pronounce, let alone understand.
"Cake is my awesome cat sister/best friend. And Lord Monochromicorn is her boyfriend, and Gumball's right-hand-man/unicorn." Fionna explains to the confused girl. Echo has no idea what a 'cat' is, nor a 'sister, nor a 'unicorn'. She doesn't ask another question, this world is alien to the young human, so she might as well get used to it.
All of a sudden, another memory rushes into her head. She falls to her knees, cringing.
BUM BUM BUM! Sudden ending.
Sorry for taking so long, I do that.
Thanks for reading, for now.