A Dark Angel
Chapter 1: Dismissing Her Childhood
"No, no, no. That simply will not do. I said I needed an emerald color, this isn't even close to green." Bonnibel stated with a slight snort to her tone.
"S-sorry!I'll order it again and get it right!" The scrawny man replied, with a slight stutter to his raw voice. He quickly snatched away the candy samples and scurried off back into the factory to put in a new order. Bonnibel Bubblegum just stood tall and glared at the man as he weakly ran off, rethinking her judgment...
"Ms. Bonnibel, you have a phone call." Her assistant stated with not much emotion. The young lady that was holding the work phone simply handed her it and stood by her side properly.
The blonde headed girl took the phone without hesitation, placing it against her ear. "Hello? Bubblegum of Candy Incorporated at your service, how may I help you?" On the other end was just pure silence. Ms. Bonnibel restated her phrase, but only light breathing could be heard on the other line. The girl next to her cocked her head in confusion at her. Bonnie handed it to her assistant, simply walking away in a rush; rather annoyed.
The assistant stood there with her mouth slightly open, not knowing what her orders were to do. She continued to stand there, awaiting her leader to turn her head around for a line of command, but she kept walking. Her being started to disappear in the distance. She couldn't hear a dial tone, so now a little angry; she took the phone and started to yell at the person on the other end.
"What is wrong with you? You made this young lady walk off so unladylike and with such exasperation, what do you have to say for yourself?"
It was again more silence.
Out of nowhere a faint voice was mustered on the other end, "Sorry…" Then the person hung up quickly after. She was shocked, but didn't think much of it. Though prank calls weren't as common as one might think, they were still apparent. Especially after Bonnibel's tragedy: her parents died at random.
She was only 13 when they passed on, while she was half way through of learning the process of the Candy business. When they died, so did her spirit and emotions. No one ever saw her cry since that day; no one saw any emotion expect her very serious side. And that was her bitter attitude with her dad's temper. No one ever saw the mom side of her, not since she left.
That's when she got her assistant, Kitty Gummybear, daughter of all Gummy factories. She was a little younger than Bonnibel, but both of their parents were great friends, but Kitty's parents were only a portion of Bubblegum's Inc. Only a small spec on their whole industry; Kitty never really cared about that though, her duty was to try and help Bubblegum get through this, even if her leader didn't want her help.
'It was my orders that really keep me here—sometimes it's a pain in the neck to be here for her. She obviously doesn't care much for my presence; I missed that Bonnibel that she used to be...' She thought with a frown forming on her tan face.
Kitty was sixteen and shorter than her leader, Bonnibel. Her crazy curly hair was always up in a messy bun with a few strains falling effortlessly in her complexion. Her eyes were dark chocolate brown and there was a gap in her front teeth, but it didn't matter; she didn't smile much to begin with. Over her nose and onto her cheeks were freckles; her face otherwise, was clear with a nice tan skin tone.
She never really took time to look her best, though sometimes she tried, but it always went wrong. Even her parents wanted her to be perfect. Her parents didn't like how tan she was, or how awkward she grew up to look like. That's one of the very minor reasons why Kitty was there, to maybe have Bonnibel's beauty rub off on her. But she had given up that dream a long time ago; no one could look as great as Bonnie. Kitty's parents were off their nut for thinking that was even possible; you're born the way you are and you can't simply become something you weren't born to be or do. So now she is here as her assistant for anything and everything.
Gummybear fixed her glasses; they were starting to slip off her bridge. She snapped back into reality, clenching the phone tightly in her hand. During that period of time, she had been zoning out to the dial tone; her arm quickly dropped to her side as she walked back into her office to hang up the phone.
Meanwhile, Ms. Bonnibel was in her office, yelling at yet again another worker for not doing as they were told. "What do you mean you can't get the pink ones in until next Saturday? I thought you could get them in by tomorrow!" She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to hold back the upcoming headache.
"Y-yes Ms. Bonnibel, I know what I said, but there was a mix up with the purples and the pinks. On the bright side, the purple ones will be in tomorrow in place of the pinks—so it tha—" The worker was cut off by a loud and irritated grunt.
"I don't care about the purple ones right now; I promised my clients pink lollipops with special sugar coatings, not this! Now I'm going to have to call them up and explain this whole mess to them..." She cupped her face into her hands while growling with even more anger than before.
"I'm s-so so-orry M-ms—" She cut him off again. "Don't, just stop. You're dismissed from my office, goodnight." She took in a deep breath and lying back in her chair, watching the man bow and then exit.
Bonnibel never imagined the stress of this job. She never had time for anything, not even to have a few minutes to herself. It was always problem after problem, mistake after mistake. The only great thing that ever resulted from this whole mess, were the happy clients; and that doesn't always happen. A good example would be now; when she has to call them up saying their request will be delayed until next week.
Just as she was about to weakly pick up the phone, there was a knock at her door. She sighed deeply before retracting her hand from the telephone. "You may enter." She swiftly sat up straight with her hands folded neatly on her desk. The person turned the knob and gently pushed the door open. Kitty slowly stepped through the doorway closing the wooden door behind her. In her hands were documents that Bonnibel thought were regarding a collection of upcoming activities and requests for candy related items.
"Here Ms. Bonnibel, these are regarding a special event in about six months." She bowed and stepped back from her desk.
She opened up the folder and gasped a little at the contents of the documents. She shot up and slammed the papers on her desk, feeling rather irritated and worried all in one shot. She ran her hand through her hair, not caring how it might make her appear. "If the day wasn't already stressful enough…" She paused for a moment, "I need to rest, goodnight Kitty."
It was one of the first times in a long time that Bonnibel hadn't called her 'Ms. Gummybear.' She smiled saying goodnight as well before leaving her leader in her thoughts. Kitty knew that the news would bring her boss dear frustration and depression; if those emotions weren't as present as before, they would be more existent now.
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The ceiling seemed too odd to be white; they had to be something a little more vibrant. But there was never time to do anything like that anymore. The walls were light pink, but they seemed more faded than anything. The hard wood flooring seemed to be the only updated part of the room, and that was because the old flooring had broken through to the next floor. That was an interesting day.
Her room seemed so outdated, so not her. She was never cut out to be a ruler of a company, and she had planned to tell her parents someday, but it was a little late...five years too late. Bonnibel tried to be the daughter her Mother and Father deserved, but she just wanted to roam free and create a new world, but she was always put in her place ever since she turned ten. There wasn't a party, cake, candles, or even a 'happy birthday,' just a wakeup call to her new life.
Sometimes she missed her childhood, like how she was allowed to play outside and have fun. Only fun she has now is talking to snobby customers, and that isn't at all entertaining. Bonnibel might be eighteen now, but a little part of her was still that adventurous ball of joy, but she had it tucked away. That was her mom's side, the part she never expressed. Her mom was always the fun one, even after she turned ten; her mother treated her no differently when it was just the two of them. Bonnibel did however, understand why her father was so hard on his own daughter; he just wanted her to be strong just like the women he married.
Everything changed when they died.
After all that, everything great and wonderful now had to be dismissed; clouded away from her memory with pounds of work. All of this did keep her mind off into numbness, until she was in her bed, staring up at ceiling she wished was yellow.
'I can't sleep...too much on my mind..' One thing that never left her mind was one special person, 'How long has it been again? Since I last saw Marceline? I haven't seen you in about 8 years…huh. How pitiful. I'm so pitiful. It's sad to think that Sometimes I'd have dreams of having adventures with you, with us flying in the air. It's also so disheartening to only wish for you to come be my friend, because it's hard to call somebody your friend when you haven't seen them in such a long time. But you are my friend, my special friend. You were the only one person in this whole world who ever knew the real me. Even after all this time, I still remember your face, and those tears that made me jump the gate...' She thought while she turned onto her side. She gazed at her window, complementing whether or not to get up and get some fresh air.
Bonnibel was hesitant to roll out of bed. But somehow her body thought before her brain could make up its mind. She shuffled her feet toward the white curtains. She had on a long pink nightgown with bunny slippers; she then gradually unlatched it and to only open the large windows. It revealed the stunning balcony; it had plants all around it, making it feel magical.
Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to jump off the balcony and watch her fate with her eyes shut. She sighed, knowing there's too much at stake for that to happen; it would all lean on Kitty, and that just couldn't happen. She cared way too much for her to put any weight on her shoulders, such as running an entire industry.
The eighteen year old climbed on the railing of it and sat there all balanced, staring up at the starry night; smiling. She always thought the night was so beautiful. The moon always laid there in a dark blue—almost black sky with bright white lights glistening in the background. Suddenly she spotted a shooting star and she quickly closed her eyes; as cliché as it was, she crossed her fingers and made a wish. When she opened them, she cocked her head down.
That was a huge mistake.
Her head instantly became light-headed from the thought of heights; without a second thought her balance was thrown off and she started to fall. She started to scream while flailing her arms like a bird, hoping she could fly. 'Is this my fate now..?' She thought with tears streaming down her face while approaching the ground with each second.
Suddenly, she stopped falling; someone was holding her. Bonnibel was too afraid to open them, too frightened to witness what was grasping her. "Ms. Bonnibel Bubblegum, you shouldn't be falling off balconies, it's not ladylike." The voice was familiar, but it was not possible.
She opened them slowly. The eighteen year old had her mouth gaped open, in complete shock.
Her smile was glimmering and her features were flawless. Her deep red eyes glistened as she grinned, and her hair was the same color that she remembered. Her friend had returned. "Marcy! You're back! After 8 long years!" Bonnibel wrapped her arms around her hero. Any anger she felt towards her was discarded...for now at least.
Marceline frowned, knowing that now showing herself in plain sight won't end happily ever after, but she had to keep the façade on a little longer.
"What took you so long? It's been 8 long years…" She asked, still holding onto her friend.
It fell silent for 5 long minutes until Bonnibel repeated her question. "Um...I've been busy. But it's now that's important, right?" She was right; the past did not matter, all that really mattered is now and the future.
"I suppose so..." She trailed off.
Marceline flew back up to her friend's balcony; she sat her down and continued to flap her wings. She didn't want to step foot into the stone, she told herself that she shouldn't. But one look at the eighteen year old told her otherwise; she looked sad at the thought of her leaving now, and so sudden.
"Where do you think you're going?" She posed her question with her arms crossed.
"I must go now, sorry Bonnie."
"You can't leave me now, I've missed you…I've missed having fun. I haven't had fun since I turned 10," Bonnie quickly jumped onto the railing and pushed against her friends for support. She stood here trying to balance herself, while her friend chuckled to herself.
"You shouldn't do that y'know, you could fall."
The blonde haired girl glanced up Marceline with a soft smile, "Not with you here, I have someone to lean on."
The winged girl blushed at her words and didn't know what to say. But she shook the pink off her face when she placed her hands on Bonnie's shoulders while saying something she would learn to regret.
"You can't lean on me or anyone got that princess?" Her attitude was harsh and her tone of voice was very bitter. It caught Bonnibel off guard.
"What?" That's all she could luster.
"You heard me."
The eighteen year old didn't think, she just took the hands off of her shoulders and stared intensely at her. Her mind had been drawn to a blank. She gazed intently into Marcy's eyes, looking at her own reflection. What was staring back at her was pity. She placed her hand onto Marcy's face. What after seemed like hours, she averted her eyes away from Marceline and jumped off the railing and back onto the stone ground. She stumbled to the window. Bonnie placed her shaking hand on the door handle.
"Goodnight Marcy, we'll meet again someday..." She seemed to have tears forming in her eyes, and a crack in her voice, but kept a brave front with a smile creased across her complexion. Marcy, who was still fluttering her wings, gently traced over her cheek where she was grazed her hand. She watched as Bonnie stepped into her quarters, not ever looking back again. 'What is going on—what just happened?' Marceline was confused.
She thought about rushing into see if she was okay, but something in her told her not to. She sighed, knowing she would have to return soon…
Behind the glass, was an eighteen year old silently sobbing; after so many years of holding it in. It wasn't only about Marceline she was crying over, but also over everything she had gone through thus far.
A/N's:
What is Marcy hiding behind that mask of fake composure? Does it tie in with Bonnie's past? Or does it tie in with the future, not the past? What is the contents of Bonnibel's docs? Why was her reaction so dramatic? How did her parents die?
Wanna know? Keep reading and you'll figure it out ;D
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