A New Life

by ShiroAki109

Human AU. Marceline is on the run from her father with Simon. Bonnie is constantly moving houses, and yet her father is rarely home. Is there a reason for these children to live such peculiar lives? This is my first work so give it a chance? Rating is subject to change. And constructive criticism is encouraged.

2. Chapter 2

First off, I'd like to thank Feeby for encouraging me to continue. As this is my first story to ever be shown to anyone other than myself, I was only slightly freaking out (read: was so nervous I was snapping at everyone until I got home to check how the story was and if people thought it was okay). So thank you :D

Disclaimer: I don't own the characters being used in this chapter. The only thing that's mine is the plot. (Ugh, these things are so tedious)

Chapter 2 – Adjusting To A New Home

"WENK!" "Gunther! You need to stop doing that! If I lose my hearing, it's going to be your fault." scolded the old man. "SIMOONNNNN!" Marceline yelled out once again, despite the fact that the old man was right behind her. "WENNNKKKK!" As the old man and his beloved pet argued, Marcy got more and more impatient. When she had enough, she impatiently pulled on Simon's sleeve. "Simon! It's a thingy!Lookit!" The young girl pointed towards a battle axe hanging on the wall. "Simon, can I have that?" The old man looked at the young girl like she was crazy. "MARCELINE. THAT IS A BATTLE AXE!" Marceline's eyes widened even further. "Well, what's a battle axe?" Simon looked flabbergasted."Ermmm…." He wasn't entirely sure how to answer that question. "A battle axe is… an axe that is used in battle…?" Marceline's face lit up. "OH MY GLOB THAT IS SO COOL CAN I PLEASE HAVE THAT SIMON PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?" Simon gave her a bewildered look. "Uhh… Sure thing, Marcy. But only when you're older, kay?" Marceline beamed at him with a smile so bright, it rivaled the sun. "This girl is gonna be the end of me" thought Simon with a sigh and an amused shake of his head.

"RISE AND SHINE PRINCESS!" called Peppermint Butler from the kitchen. Up in her room, Bonnie was already awake and being the fashion conscious 6 year old that she was, she was looking into her closet with a blank face. There was pink everywhere. Pink as far as she could see. She pulled out a pink shirt at random and put on some pink shorts and headed downstairs for breakfast.

"Bonnie!" called her dad from the table. Bonnie ran up to him and jumped onto his lap. "Daddy? Why are you in your funny suit?" she asked curiously. "Haha, I need to go somewhere today and I cant come home until late." he looked at her and smiled. "But that's okay, because Uncle Peppermint is here to look after you again!" Bonnie smile at her dad, even though she felt herself go numb a bit. She was far too used to her Daddy leaving for a long time randomly for her to get hurt anymore. She was six! She's a big girl now! "Sure thing Daddy!" she grinned even bigger. "Maybe Uncle Peppermint will let me paint his face!" Her father laughed "You do that honey. I'm going to go upstairs to finish packing." "HOLD IT" cried Peppermint's voice from the kitchen. "Who said you could paint my beautiful face?" he asked, walking in with his own mighty breakfast of toast, bacon and eggs. Bonnie giggled at the face her uncle was pulling. "Daddy said I could!" Peppermint sighed. "Last time you painted my face, it took me THREE WEEKS to wash it off!" he tried. Peppermint knew that if he didn't protest now, the young girl would have painted his face red and white the instant her father stepped out of the house.

"I don't want to go to school tomorrow!" Marceline cried, while working into Simon's room with purpose. Simon nearly fell out of his chair and knocked his model castle off the table. "Wait, wait." he said while holding his hands up as to stop the girl from going into a spiel about not wanting an education. "Now tell me why you don't want to go to school tomorrow." Marcy was shocked. She thought Simon was going to absolutely chew her out for not wanting to go to the first day of school. "Uhmmm… Well… You see..." the little grey-toned girl wasn't sure exactly where to start. Simon smiled down at her kindly, urging her quietly to continue. "I don't wanna go to school tomorrow because..." she took a deep breath. "EveryonesaysIlookwierdandthenIgetsadandIdon'twanttobesad" she said in one breath. Simon looked at her, trying to figure out exactly what she said. 'Everyone says something weird and something something something be sa- Oh.' He realized exactly why she was so reluctant to go to school the next day. "You're scared that people are going to make fun of you because of your skin tone aren't you?" he asked as gently as he could. To her credit, little Marcy didn't burst into tears or hit him. Instead, she turned away in shame and whispered a sad little "Maybe."

Bonnie couldn't sleep. Her daddy had left a few hours ago and she just couldn't sleep. She was scared. This was a new house, and a new room. Her old room smelled like candy, but this room smelled like a storage room. She kept rolling around the bed trying to get comfortable and failing. She decided to go downstairs to get a cup of juice. Creak went the floor. The small rosy girl froze. Timidly, she took another step. Creak~ went the floor again. Sighing deeply, the small girl stopped moving and scanned the area in front of her bedroom as best she could in the dark. 'Huh' she thought to herself. 'So the floor squeak. And I don't want to wake up Peppermint….' Bonnie continued looking around, trying to find an angle for her to get downstairs and drink some water. She took another step, but this time closer to the wall. No creak was heard. 'Oh!' Bonnie thought in excitement. 'The floor near the wall doesn't creak!' Keeping this new revelation in mind, Bonnie began making her way downstairs for a drink of water.

Inside a dark room, a man is seen casually going through a list of names. Occasionally, he would cross out a name here and there. As he reached the end of the list, he looked over the entire list. 'Huh, the names are slowly disappearing.' He thought in surprise. 'Seems like people are learning how to read the fine print.' he thought with frown. Then his eyes came to a name. He began to grin, his face contorting in such a way that his smile resembled that of a shark's catching sight of its prey. 'Oh, now THIS should be fun' he thought with a slightly maniacal laugh.

A/N: So yea, that's the next chapter. Ominous isn't it? Who's the creepy guy with the list of names? Why is Little MarMar and Little Peebles so cute? How exactly am I supposed to do a line break on this website? I honestly have no idea what the answers are to any of these questions :D Or that's what I'm telling y'all. Thanks again for reading this story, and stay tuned so things will get clearer. Reviews and criticism are always welcome as long as the criticism isn't something juvenile like "tHiS SuX".