THIS IS THE FIRST ALTERNATE ENDING OF WHATEVER THE HELL I CALLED THIS STORY! I KIND OF FORGOT BECAUSE IN MY FILES I JUST PUT IT AS FIOLEE2. DON'T ASK ME WHERE THE "2" CAME FROM. ANYWAY, ALL I REMEMBER IT HAVING IN THE TITLE IS "MY" AND "DECISIONS" IN IT. IS IT "MY POOR DECISIONS"? I DON'T KNOW. SO ANYWAY ENOUGH OF MY RAMBLING, HERE'S FIRST ALTERNATE ENDING! WARNING: CHARACTER DEATHS.
Marshall P.O.V.
"We couldn't save them," the doctor states, the clip board clutched in his hands, a distant look in his eyes.
I let out a breath that I didn't notice I was holding, and I let the tears flow. Gumball holds his head in his hands, his body shaking from silent tears. She's gone forever now. Wait, did the doctor say "them"?
"Excuse me, doctor," I say to Dr. Ice Cream. He looks up from the clip board he was staring intensely at.
"Yes?" he responds, his eyes full of sorrow.
"What did you mean by "them"?" I ask, and Gumball raises his head out of his hands, now realizing that Dr. Ice Cream had said that.
"Fionna was six weeks pregnant. Do you know anyone who could be the father of the child?"
Gumball looks at me, and I swallow a lump in my throat. "Ye-yes. I think I might be, or it might be… Flame Prince."
Gumball glares at me and shouts, "YOU?! You had sex with Fionna? How could you? She was just an innocent young lady!"
"She wasn't as innocent as people believed she was," I whisper to myself, and Gumwad seems to have heard me. Dr. Ice Cream leaves, knowing the situation would get awkward fast.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He looks concerned about what I had just said.
I sigh and say, "I shouldn't tell anyone. Not even you, Bubba, even though you were a close friend of hers."
"Just tell me! Please, I won't tell anyone. Not even Cake or Lord Mono! I won't even tell my journal!" he shouts at me, grabbing a hold of my sweatshirt.
"Fine, and if you do tell someone, I will tell EVERYONE that you watch porn."
He puffs out his cheeks and says, "I don't watch that though."
I give a "mhm" and say, "Do you want to know or not?"
"I do want to know. I agree with your proposal."
"Well, the first thing she told me was that she had been drinking for the past four years. This would have made her 12 when she started." I see him open his mouth to interject, but I hold up my hand and he closes it. "No, Bubba, I don't mean soda or girly drinks. I'm talking hardcore stuff, like vodka."
"Are you sure? When did she tell you this, and WHY would she tell you this?" asks Gumbutt, trying to make sense of what he heard.
"She told me this when I first met her, and she told me because I made fun of her for blushing. I'm pretty damn sure because she drank half a thing of vodka in a minute, and that thing was pretty big!"
Gumball's jaw drops at this information. He never thought little, sweet Fionna would be a drinker.
"Wh-what else did she tell you?" he stutters out, wanting to know what other things his friend kept secret.
Before I could continue Cake burst in through the door, with her kittens and Lord Mono.
"Where is she?! Where's Fionn?! Is she alright?" she screams at me, and I give her a sad look.
"I-I'm sorry. We didn't get her here in time," I manage to get out, fresh tears falling from my eyes.
"N-no. That can't be. She can't be dead! No, not my baby sister!" she shouts, and starts balling in to Mono's chest, hugging her babies close to her.
"There's another thing," Gumball continues, putting a hand on Cake's back. She looks at him, begging for him to continue. "She was pregnant."
"What?" That really got to Cake. You could tell she broke, right then and there. Her eyes grew dull, and gray, instead of their normal brown. "That-that-that BASTARD! How DARE he! I can't believe we didn't get to her in time. This is my entire fault! I should have known something was wrong! This is all my fault!"
"Cake, it's not your fault. If I knew Fionna like I know I did, she wouldn't want you to blame ANYTHING on yourself. She wouldn't want any of us to blame it on ourselves," I say soothingly to Cake, getting on her level, so I can see in to her eyes.
"Marshall Lee? The test is ready for you to take," says a candy nurse, motioning for me to come in to the doctor's room with her and a waiting Dr. Ice Cream.
"Test? Why do you have to take a test?" asks Cake, curiosity in her, once again, brown eyes.
"I… might be the father of Fionna's baby," I say then rush in to the room the nurse and doctor were waiting for me so Cake wouldn't kill me. As I close the door, I saw Lord Mono holding her back. She bursts out crying again.
/0/0
"We have the results from your test, Marshall, and you were the father of the baby," Dr. Ice Cream informs me. I exhale loudly, and start to cry all over again. Fionna and I were going to be a family. If that BASTARD didn't ruin our happy relationship, that is. "We also have somethings to tell you."
"Wh-what is it?" I ask the doctor, expecting to talk about plans for the funeral or something.
"She had multiple scars and lacerations all over her body. Her arms, thighs, stomach, and hips were covered in them. The oldest scars were on her thighs and we guess they were a couple of years old. Do you understand what we are saying?"
"She-she cut herself?" The news was too much. I should have known something was wrong with those bandages she had on her, the long pants, sweatshirts, and shirts. I feel so stupid now. I knew about the bandages, but she made what she said sound truthful. That they were only from adventuring. I should have seen through the lies. I feel awful now.
"Yes, she did. We also have belief that she did not nourish herself properly. It looked like she had not eaten anything for the past couple of months, or she did eat and she threw it up afterward to get rid of the contents in her stomach. We call the disease "anorexia nervosa". We have belief that she was trying to lose weight the "easy" way. It took a toll on her esophagus, and the baby she was carrying. The baby did not receive the nutrients it needed. The baby would have been miscarried, or it would have taken what little nutrients Fionna had left and would have killed her. Her heart was weak also from not eating properly, so Fionna might have had a cardiac arrest or heart attack," Dr. Ice Cream informed me.
"Why-why would she do something like that? Either way, something I love would have died because of this "disease" Fionna had?" I inquire.
"Yes. That is correct. This disease is more commonly found in women than in men. The woman or man could have been bullied in to doing it because they called her or him "fat". Another reason is that the woman or man is very self-conscience about his or her appearance, or wants to impress someone they like, and they say to themselves that they do not have the figure they, or the person they like, desires. So they decide to go into action and lose weight fast and easy. By either not eating or eating and throwing up. Is any of this making sense?"
"Y-yeah. I see what's going on." I hold my head in my hands, absorbing the information. I start crying again. Something in me breaks. My eyes widen, and my head thrusts up and I release a howl. I start hitting my head over and over again with my fists. I keep shouting, "Stupid!" over and over. The doctor calls someone over the phone in his hands, but I didn't hear who he was talking to. I claw at my skin, trying to find relief for the itching sensation. Suddenly the door bursts open, but I can't see who it is. All of a sudden I feel a pinch on my arm and I yelp in pain. I start to feel sleepy and dizzy, and the last thing I see is brown shoes and pink pants.
"Gumwad," I mumble out, and then everything was dark.
/0/0
Gumball's P.O.V.
I hate seeing Marshall in this broken state. He rocks himself back and forth in the padded room he has now been in for the past year. He has a straight-jacket on, preventing him from harming himself or others.
I still don't know what made him snap. The doctors won't tell me, in fear that I might break down as well. They needed their King.
Yes, I have finally been crowned king on my 21st birthday. I have not taken a queen, for I have not felt anything to any other person like I did when I saw Fionna. Oh, how I miss her.
Fionna wouldn't like it if I was sad though, so I kept up a good attitude. I visited Cake, Lord Mono, and the kittens, or should I say cats since Rainacorn baby's age fast. They were about twenty by now. Cake tried to keep an upbeat attitude for Fionna's sake, but you could see in her eyes that she just wasn't all there. Cake's kids don't remember their aunt at all, so we kept it that way. We decided for their next birthday that we would tell them about their aunt.
I sigh and look away from the glass window that looked down upon Marshall's fragile state. I hoped that one day he would get better, but I know that my prayers wouldn't be answered, and that all the science in the world couldn't fix Marshall.
I walk away from the window and to my awaiting carriage. I promised myself, for Fionna's sake, that I would visit Marshall at least once a week. I know she would want me to do that for her.
I sigh again as I remember the happier times when Fionna came and rescued me from Ice Queen. When we had tea parties and balls. Man, did she look beautiful in her dresses she used to wear. I start thinking about the couple of weeks that lead up to the awful incident involving Flame Prince. She changed a lot before then. She started wearing longer sleeves and she also started wearing pants. I wonder why that was. It wasn't because of Marshall because she met him the week after that. Did she…? No that's not possible. I shake my head to get rid of the thought, but it stuck in my head. I have to go see the doctor.
"William! I am changing the plans. We are going to the Candy Castle, got it?" I ask him, and he nods.
/0/0
I rush in to the hospital wing, noticing I was getting stares. My people have never really seen me with such determination before. I don't really care right now. I have to find out if my suspicions are right or not.
"Dr. Ice Cream!" I shout at the doctor, scaring him a little. He turns around and smiles to me, but it turns in to a frown once he sees my serious face.
"Yes? Is there anything you need, my majesty?" asks Dr. Ice Cream, bowing slightly.
"Yes, there is something urgent I have to ask you. Can we talk in your office?"
He nods his head and we both head toward the office.
/0/0
When I step in after Dr. Ice Cream I shut the door quickly. He sits down behind his desk, and looks at me.
"What is this urgent question you have?" he inquires of me, folding his hands together and puts them on his desk.
"Did Fionna cut herself?" I pound out, looking him directly in the eyes.
He seems caught off guard by the question, but answers, "King Gumball, you know I can't release that kind of information to anyone besides her family. Even if it is you."
"I just need a simple yes or no. That's all, and I will go." I sit in front of him in one of his chairs he kept inside his small office.
"I can't even say that. Now if Cake wants you to know, then that is a different story. I have to go and treat the patients. Now, if you'll excuse me, King Gumball."
He gets up and leaves the room. I notice a folder on his desk with the word "CLASSIFIED" written in big letters and in red. I look at the name on the tab and see it says, "Fionna the Human". I look around and pick up the folder. I flip it open and see Fionna's dead face looking at me with closed eyes. She had a profile on the page also. It says things like her height, weight, eye color, cause of death, etc.
I look at the next page, and it was a picture of one of her thighs. It was very scared and filled with cuts. I gasp when I realize what they were from. I flip to the next page and it was the same thing: a scar and cut filled thigh. The next was of her shin, scared deeply. The one after that was the same as the one before. After that was a picture of her right arm, also full of scars and cuts. The same with her left arm, but it was a bit worse than the right arm. Next was her hips, and after that her stomach. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it sooner. My best friend and love was in so much pain, that she would go to great lengths to get her mind off of the thoughts that surround her mind.
The last page was filled with notes of the doctor's finds.
"In my time with the body, I have found that the scars on her thighs were deepest and oldest than the others on her body. Some of the scars seem to be years old.
"She seemed to be angry with herself or mad at someone or something so she would take it out on herself. It could have also been that she was trying to escape something, so she would lacerate herself.
"She might have had low self-esteem about her body weight because she is underweight and malnourished. This was brought on by herself, I believe. I looked inside her throat and it seemed that some of the tissue is missing in some places and it looks very red. I believe this girl made herself throw up to lose weight fast."
I closed the folder and slammed it on the desk. I couldn't read any more of what the doctor had to say. I couldn't believe I didn't notice it sooner, the pain that she had been keeping inside. Why couldn't I have noticed it sooner? I'm so stupid!
Now I know why Marshall went crazy. He realized that he didn't see what went through his love's head, or what she did to herself until it was too late. He broke because he knew he could have saved her.
I must not break though. Marshall and my kingdom need me. If something really bad happened to either one, I would blame myself and end up crashing. Fionna wouldn't like that, and I would hate to disappoint her. I know I need to protect them, for my sake and Fionna's.
I will prevail.
/0/0
SO HOW DID YOU ALL LIKE THE FIRST ALTERNATE ENDING! I PROMISE I WILL WORK ON THE SECOND ONE AS SOON AS I CAN! IT TOOK ME ALL DAY TO COME UP WITH THIS! I WAS AT A BIRTHDAY PARTY FOR MOST OF THE EVENING, AND I HAD CHURCH IN THE MORNING SO I DIDN'T GET HOME UNTIL 11:10, AND THEN I HAD TO PACK AND I DIDN'T GET IN THE CAR UNTIL NOON. THEN I STARTEDWRITING FOR THREE HOURS ON MY OTHER STORY I AM WRITING AND THIS STORY. NOW I AM GOING TO STOP TALKING ABOUT MY LIFE AND JUST START WRITING THE OTHER ONE. RIGHT. BYE FOR NOW! I KNOW I AM AN EVIL PERSON. DON'T SHOOT ME. I DON'T OWN "AT" JUST THIS STORIES PLOT!
~MnMsRoK
