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Before she knew it, she was settled down onto a bed. An ice compress was applied to her head and she was given a glass of cool water to accompany her. As she lay there, a million thoughts raced inside her head. How could she have gotten herself into this situation? Who was this person? Why did she trust her so much? And yet, as these questions filled her up inside, she was unable to answer a single one.
Her bubblegum textured hair flew around her in a tidy mess, and her green eyes stared around at the room before her. It was like living in a strange setback time, with a guitar and old time recorder to her right. There was a red couch and tv straight ahead, with the head of an insect framed onto the wall above the couch. Finally, to the left and right were two doors, one, she assumed, to be the closet.
At last, she caught a glimpse fully of the woman who had taken to care for her. Before, she was only able to get a small look, but now, she understood who she was. She had a sickly pale grey skin color, and long raven black hair. Light blue eyes stared at her, and she strutted a simple gray tank top and blue sweatpants. However, there was something... odd about her. Directly, obviously, odd. She floated instead of walking, and she sported a pointy bite mark on her neck, along with sharp looking fangs protruding from her mouth. Yes, she assumed, she was a vampire.
Marceline sat on the edge of the bed, careful not to sit on Bubblegum's feet. "Hey, so are you feeling any better?" She asked slightly harried. Bubblegum nodded and gave a small smile. "I can't thank you enough for that. Most people might have just said sorry and left."
Yet, most people, if knocked down by a mere person, would be recovered in seconds. Bubblegum, however, had not done much physical activity, and had no endurance or physical brace at all. She did not handle pain well, and could not stand witness to any of it.
Marceline floated to her guitar and struck a few notes on it. "Such a pretty girl, but you have a strange name. I don't think Bubblegum is your real name.." She smirked knowingly, plucking a rhythm out onto the bass.
Bubblegum both sighed and blushed, sighed at the fact that she knew about the name, and blushed at the pretty girl comment. \
"In fact, I think I've heard that name before. Hmm..." Bubblegum actually hadn't wished for her to know where she was coming from. She wanted to be known as an average person, not as a princess that everyone should look up to. She hated the thought of royalty, and lusted for the person who would treat her as a normal person with normal feelings and normal life.
When it took Marceline minutes to try to understand where she was coming from, Bubblegum let out a long sigh, and softly spoke with a shaky voice, "Uhm, maybe, uhm, because I'm princess of the candy kingdom?"
She expected a negative or authority response from the girl, but instead she jumped up. "Dude, that is rad! Being a princess and all."
She shook her head. "I hate being known as just a princess. I have to be the ruler of everything, I have to care for all of the Candy Kingdom, and I'm just a teenager but I'm given adult responsibilities. Nobody ever has called me Bonnibel ever since, it's just been Bubblegum." She sighed, her real name slipping out in the sentence.
Marceline sat next to her, not saying a word for a few minutes. After a while, she opened her mouth to speak. "I know how you feel. I'm a vampire queen, my dad rules the Night-o-sphere. And I mean, I just want to live a normal life like I was supposed to live, but my dad always wants me to take his place in ruling the Night-o-sphere. I don't want that life, I just like to be with all these cool people here like you."
There was silence for a few moments, before she spoke again. "You know what? I'll treat you like a real person. From now on, I will call you either Bon-bon or Bonnibel. No ifs or buts, Bon-bon." She smirked, and gave a warm smile.
Bubblegum giggled slightly. "Fine, but I'm calling you Marcy, Marcy!" Marceline laughed and suspended into the air. She knew this would become a great experience and friendship that she hadn't felt before in a long time.