(SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG SCHOOL IS SOMETHING IM NOT GOOD AT. In the summer i'll be able to update more frequently.)
"Hello to you too Flamey my man." Marsall chuckled.
"Sorry Marshall," he scratched his head awkwardly, "Cake told me something happened to Fionna but that i couldn't visit her or anything and i'm... really worried."
"Yeah, i don't really know the whole story so maybe Gumball can tell you..." Marshall wiped his eyes tiredly,still exhausted from last nights activities." Gumball!" he yelled up the stairs.
"Ok, ok i'm coming." Gumball yelled back down.
Prince Gumball had been upstairs trying to remember what happened last night. All he could remember was passing out and waking up in Marshall Lee's room. He heard Flame Prince's voice and cringed. He knew the boy had a fiery temper and this was going to be a conversation that he knew would ignite it. When Marshall called him he walked groggily down the stairs trying to smooth his bubblegum hair down.
"Greetings Flame Prince," he said trying to smile warmly.
"Uh..." Flame Prince looked him up and down," H-hey." he stammered his face turning a deeper shade of red, "W-was i interrupting something?" he said glancing at the floor and then Gumball, who was wearing only a pair of sea green boxers.
"What?' Prince Gumball said, his face darkened in realization, "NO! WE WEREN'T.. I WAS JUST..." he glanced wide eyes at Marshall to explain but he just smirked in amusement.
Flame Prince cleared his throat, "So can you tell me what happened to Fionna?" he asked eager to change the subject.
"Ah. Yes, come inside." Gumball moved aside to let him in. He stood awkwardly in the doorway looking pointedly at the wooden floors. "Ah." Prince Gumball slumped.
"Crap..." Marshall muttered
*10 minutes of tin foil later*
"Ok make yourself comfortable." Marshall said motioning to the couch. Flame prince sat and shuffled awkwardly on the foil.
"So i was sitting in my room reading a book..." Gumball told him the story watching his facial expressions change from surprise to worry to anger. When he was done Flame Prince sat staring darkly at his hands, his fire flickering and glowing dangerously bright. Gumballs eyes darted around the room and he glanced anxiously at Marshall but his eyes were drooping and he only smiled sleepily at him.
"I'm going to kill her." Flame Prince finally filled the silence with his dark declaration.
"No! She's much too powerful now... we have to strategize, find out more about the amulet." Gumball tried to comfort him, "I know you're mad... But Fionna wouldn't want you getting hurt too." He calmed down a bit and sighed,
"If you need any help you know where to find me." Gumball nodded and smiled weakly. "Bye." he said and left the house in an angry streak of fire, jolting Marshall awake.
"God what is wrong with that kid?" Marshall Lee growled as he rolled off the couch and started picking up the singed foil.
"He's worried about his girlfriend, you can't blame him." Gumball said and helped him clean up. Marshall balled up the foil in his hands and plopped back down on the couch with a sigh. "I'm just going to rest my eyes for a bit." he mumbled. Gumball rolled his eyes and continued cleaning. When he was done he threw the foil away and went to Marshall's room. He changed into a pair of gray sweatpants and a t-shirt that he thought looked presentable. He grabbed his reading glasses and books off the nightstand. When he got back downstairs Marshall seemed to be fast asleep. Gumball pushed his feet up and sat on the other side of the couch. Marshall grumbled and pushed his feet and Gumball and finally settled on resting them on his lap. Gumball sighed but couldn't help smiling a bit. Marshall breathed steadily, on arm under his head and the other on his stomach, his hair slightly disheveled. Gumball thought he looked very young, and very... human, even if the gray hue of his skin said otherwise. He opened a book entitled, "Ice Magik: curses, and hexes" and slipped his reading glasses on. "Showtime." he mumbled.
Marshall Lee woke up feeling extremely uncomfortable. His back ached from sleeping on the not so comfortable couch and his head felt cloudy. His feet felt unnaturally warm and he looked up to see Gumball on the end of the sofa engrossed in a book. A pile of books were sitting next to him.
"How long have i been out?" he asked stretching his arms,
"An hour or so." Gumball answered, not looking up from his book.
"You getting anything?" Marshall asked, hesitantly pulling his feet from his lap and scooting over to look at the book he was reading.
"A bit. I learned that objects containing the power of ice are very rare. They vary in power and ability, such as paralysis..."
"Like the Ice Queens tiara and amulet.." Marshall Lee thought out loud,
"Indeed." Gumball said, turning the page.
"So is it dark magic?" Marshall asked,
"Well we can assume so because of the Ice Queen developing her benevolent behavior after acquiring both the amulet and the tiara." Marshall Lee sat thinking for a bit.
"Maybe we should ask my mom. She knows a lot about dark magic." he finally said.
"You mean... The queen of the Nightosphere?" Gumball asked skeptically.,
"Yep, the very same one." Marshall said, grabbing a marker and drawing a happy face on the wall. "Bug milk?" Marshall motioned as he closed his eyes remembering the spell. Gumball sighed, they could be more productive reading the books he thought. He brought the bug milk and Marshall threw it on the face and chanted, "Maloso Vobiscum et cum Spiritum." 2 candles formed on the wall and a crack went through the face. "Let's do this thing." he grinned and stepped through the portal.
They were surrounded by fire and explosions. The sounds of screams and howls split through Prince Gumball's ears. Strange demons the size of ants to the size of skyscrapers roamed the Nightosphere. Gumball instinctively walked close the the indifferent Marshall.
"I'm somewhat nervous Marshall," he whispered and glanced around fearfully.
"Aww, you need someone to hold your hand?" Marshall laughed as he led him to the castle. Gumball glared at the back of his head and willed himself to forget his fears for the moment. In minutes they arrived at the castle. Queen Abadeer was currently engaged in some sort of counsel. A line of demons faced her and she was in the process of turning one blind. It's eyes were slowly turning red.
"Hey ma!" Marshall called out crudely.
"Yes Marshall? the looming demon asked.
"Do you know anything about an ice amulet?" he asked, seemingly unfazed by his mothers gruesome work.
"No." she answered curtly as she shot the next three people in line with her blood mist cloud.
"You weren't even listening mom." Marshall said, growing annoyed. Gumball stood slightly behind him, watching the Queen's work warily.
"I was listening Marshall." she said absently,
"This is serious mom, can't you just-"
"Marshall." she sighed, turning to him, "I'm busy right now." Marshall's eyes narrowed and his face twisted into a childlike pout.
"Whatever," he scowled, "let's go Gumball." he grabbed his arm and pulled him to the blue swirling portal in the corner of the room.
They walked in silence for a bit. Marshall was walking so fast that Gumball had to jog to keep up.
"She never takes me seriously," Marshall broke the silence angrily, "If something isn't benefiting her then she doesn't care." Gumball stared at the swirling blue light of the portal walls awkwardly. "Well... she did look busy." he offered hesitantly.
"I'm her own goddamn son," he snapped, "I should have known not to go to her." Gumball's eye twitched in annoyance.
"Then why did you insist on-" Gumball was interrupted by Marshall's hand clamping over his mouth. They stood in front of the crack in the wall that indicated Marshall Lee's house. Marshall's facial expression was hard as rock. Gumball glanced into the house, his eyes widening. Marshall's living room was covered with a layer of white frost. The frost seemed to crawl searchingly over the room, spreading in tendrils. They watched in stunned silence.
They frost vanished as soon as it came. Marshall took his hand off Gumball's mouth and he let out his held breath. They walked into the house cautiously. Marshall closed the portal and flipped up the light switch. Nothing happened.
"Aw, what?!" he exclaimed as he flipped it back and forth angrily. Gumball sighed and gazed out the open window at the quickly setting sun.
"So what do we do now?" Gumball asked as he stumbled over something on the floor. Marshall walked into the kitchen and rummaged through the cupboards for a flashlight. When he found one he handed it to Gumball. As soon as he mumbled, "thank you." his stomach let out a loud grumble. Gumball's face heated and he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything in a day.
"Do you, by any chance, have food?"
Marshall stared into his empty cabinets. God what was Gumball thinking coming to him? He opened the fridge and a pathetic looking apple sat in the middle. Marshall walked back to the living room where Gumball still was looking around with his flashlight on the couch. Marshall sat next to him.
"Do you mind if i...?" he motioned to the apple, his vampire eyes seeing Gumball perfectly in the dark.
"Um, sure." Gumball said, squinting in his direction. Marshall sank his fangs into the apple and sucked all the slightly browning red out of it, leaving it gray like a storm cloud. Gumball could slightly make out his hand as he handed the apple to him. Gumball shined his flashlight on the apple. There were two small bite marks on it and juice ran off the apple. He looked up at Marshall and he could see his fangs as he grinned. Gumball's face burned and he shut the flashlight off, even though he knew Marshall could probably still see him. There was a thin stream of light from the moon through the window but other than that the room was almost pitch black. Gumball watched the spot Marshall was and wondered if he was looking at him or out the window or something. Gumball kept his eyes trained on where he thought Marshall was as he ran his tongue over the bite marks and bit into the apple. He didn't know why but it surprised him how normal it tasted.
"Why are you staring at me?" Marshall asked in a low voice.
"I can't even see you! Gumball retorted even though he had kind of been staring at where he thought he was.
"Oh yeah, Marshall chuckled, "I almost forgot you can't see in the dark." They sat for a bit listening to the sounds of the animals in the forest. Luckily it was warm outside, summer was quickly turning to fall.
"So.." Gumball broke the silence after finishing the apple, "what happened after the party?"
Marshall sighed. "Oh. Well you drank some Nightmare so i took you home and you passed out." Gumball squinted, he was starting to remember. "I had to go into your nightmare you know?" Marshall said, scratching the back of his head awkwardly, "And to wake you up i had to... kiss you."
They sat in an awkward silence, moments seemed to pass like hours, finally Gumball screeched,
"YOU WHAT?" he scrambled to his feet and stared in shock at the shadow of Marshall Lee.
"Well I'm sorry man..." Marshall said standing up to face him. " You were freaking out what was i supposed to do?" Images ran through Prince Gumballs head of them... kissing.
"I DON'T KNOW, SLAP ME OR SOMETHING?" Marshall stood awkwardly watching Gumball anxiously whisper, "mein gott... Scheiße"
"Why are you freaking out?" Marshall asked, growing annoyed at Gumballs tantrum.
"It's not like it was bad or anything." Gumball sighed and calmed down a bit.
"It's just that... I like..." he trailed off and sat back down on the couch.
"Girls? Fiona?" Marshall asked slightly bitterly.
"N-NO! Fiona is my friend!" Marshall scoffed and rolled his eyes, "I mean... I'm 18 and... She has a boyfriend it wouldn't be right" Marshall could see Gumball looking at his hands in the dark, trying to figure out his own feelings.
"Well you sure do cling to her." Marshall grinned, leaning back into the couch.
"Well.. Well you act like you like her too!" Gumball yelled back angrily.
"What?" Marshall's eyes opened and he looked at Gumball quizzically.
"You always flirt with her and stuff..." Gumball muttered, "Doesn't that mean you-"
"Aw no man, that's just what we do, you know?" Marshall sighed with how awkward the situation was getting. "Hey how about we play a game?" Marshall asked, trying to get Gumball to talk again.
"What game?" he asked curiously.
"I just made it up, it's called Truth Be Told." Marshall saw Gumball reach for the flashlight and stopped him. "No. We don't need a light." He said at a frowning Gumball. "We ask questions ans we both have to answer. Truthfully." Gumball squinted at the floor.
"Ok." he said smiling slightly.
"So what is the scariest thing that ever happened to you?" Marshall asked. Gumball closed his eyes and thought.
"I... Think I remember..." he said, his eyes still closed, "It was when i was younger. The Candy Kingdom was just being developed and so were other kingdoms... People were always trying to take over the candy kingdom. There was a particularly strong foe called Dark Fang. He tried to assassinate me and... yeah i suppose that was my scariest experience." Marshall nodded solemnly. "So what was the scariest thing that ever happened to you?" Gumball asked.
"It was when i was a kid. Me and Simone went our separate ways. The tiara was making her go crazy and she didn't want to hurt me..." Marshall said coolly, "I was on my own for a while and everything was going fine... But these... mutants or something attacked me and i didn't know what to do.. I was so helpless..." Gumball could see him looking at the ceiling. "Then i felt this pain in my bones.. I transformed into a monster. Luckily they ran away from the sight of me, i freaked out." Gumball nodded. He wondered what it felt like to have been in his situation, turning into a monster, all alone in a big empty world.. They sat in silence thinking until Gumball realized he had to ask a question.
"Oh! Um.. My turn." He stammered.
"Yep." Marshall turned to him. Gumball sat thinking for a moment, then he thought of one.
"When was your first kiss?" he asked slightly embarrassed. Marshall laughed lightly.
"Seriously?" he asked, "Ok ok fine.." he said, noticing that Gumball was annoyed at his amusement. "Um.." he tried to remember, "Glob... I don't really..." He slumped back into the couch and carded his hand through his hair, "I don't remember sorry." he smiled apologetically.
"Are you serious?!" Gumball exclaimed, "You're supposed to remember something like that!" Marshall scoffed.
"Dude, do you know how old i am?" Gumball shrunk, that did make sense.
"How about you?" Marshall asked.
"Huh?" Gumball was starting to see Marshall less clearly, only his red eyes were barely visible on the other end of the couch.
"When was yours?" He repeated.
"Well.. Mine was Georgina at that party..." Gumball whispered bashfully.
"Holy crap." Marshall said after a stunned silence, "Are you serious?" Suddenly Gumball was overtaken by anger,
"W-Whatever!" he exclaimed and turned away from him.
"Dude you didn't even LIKE her!" Marshall said awestruck, "You're a prince... You deserve to at least-"
"I said Whatever!" Gumball said, now angry that Marshall was actually right.
"Don't get mad at me..." Marshall said, his tone growing softer, "I have an idea." Gumball turned around and glared at his red eyes. "How about right now..." Marshall scooted closer to Gumball, "we redo it." Gumball stared at him for a second processing,
"What?" he asked quietly.
"Yesterday never happened." Gumball leaned back against the arm of the chair to listen. "Right now i can be whoever you want me to be. Fiona, a... beautiful princess. You have the chance to have your first kiss with whoever you want." Gumball's heart pounded in his chest. Marshall seemed to get closer every second. Moonlight was slipping through the window, like silver streaks of rain. Gumball relaxed into the couch and closed his eyes. Tonight felt like magic. Images flew through his head of Fiona, movie stars, a mysterious princess with a beautiful smile and-
Marshall's lips were pressed to his. His hands hesitantly running through his bubblegum hair. He tilted his head slightly and opened and closed his mouth against his. He could feel the brush of his fangs.
Think of a princess... A princess!
Marshall's tongue brushed his lips and when he gasped he leaned into him and slipped it into his mouth. Gumball's hand reached around and gripped the back of Marshall's shirt. Marshall shivered and slowly explored his mouth. Gumball moaned lightly, his face burning like fire. He thought Marshall smelled like the forest at night, and if they had it scent, the color red. Marshall pulled away slowly, regretfully, and kissed him twice softly before untangling his hand from his hair and pulling away. Gumball opened his eyes slowly, forgetting that they were in the darkness. His heart still beat like a drum, he could still taste Marshall. It took him a second to realize Marshall was saying something.
"So who were you thinking of to make those noises eh?" He asked, he was breathing slightly heavily.
"Um..." Gumball tried to remember but all he could think of was the feeling of Marshall on top of him, how his mouth burned whenever his fangs brushed him. How his tongue felt running over the roof of his mouth.
"Um.. A princess... A hot one!" he saw Marshall grin in the dark and chuckle,
"Nice."
The lights flickered on and Gumball squinted and blinked.
"Bombastic!" He exclaimed and grinned. Marshall grinned back and ruffled his hair, standing up and stretching. Gumball watched him walk up the stairs and wondered if he had a crush.