Chapter 6: Sharing is Caring
Fionna groggily swiped at her eyes and failed, missing her eyes and instead punching my arm. "Yeoww!" I screeched still thinking I was a cat. "Sworri sis," she muttered. "Fi, you don't look so hot. Are you sick?" I asked due to my overprotectiveness. Her nose was already red and a not so mathematical rash was developing on her arms, legs, and back. "Eh doo koo. Mibe it's a bieber," she suggested. "What? You doo dooded on your cool. Justin Bieber is somewhere here! Where?" Marshall asked in a mock fan girl voice.
Fionna, to sick to notice, dismissed Marshall's comment. "What Fionna meant is she does too have the sick. And she thinks she has a fever not Justin Bieber," I remarked quickly before he told me more of his strange comments. I was about to make a suggestion when the phone rang I dove for it as soon as I heard it was Lord Mochro. "Hello!?" I said as nonchalantly as I could muster. "Taqu uodgev fou uri wuenfk dkndhshhmk? Skbj jdknjd jdilwn djinn wkbdjjdj ejbh djyggsj ghdhfgg?" Mochro asked in German. "Yes!OMG! Yes!" I shouted loud enough for sick Fionna to raise her head. A beep was heard as Mochro hung up.
Fionna's POV
My stomach gurgled in protest because of my movement. Refusing to admit my weakness, I ignored my stomach and asked Cake what she was screaming about. "Lord Mochro asked me out?! Finally," Cake laughed. "Wait, I'm human right now. He'll freak out like I did and not like me. No, that won't do. I'll cancel and ask Gumball to change me back," Cake nervously picked at. I would have chuckled if my stomach didn't upset me so much. I thought of all the lectures Cake gave me before about the fact that a guy should like you for what you are. But then, Cake isn't normally a human. "I should go now!" exclaimed Cake suddenly. "Hey, what about me?" I managed to muster weakly. I was a nanosecond too late. She already jumped out the window when she could have used the door.
"Ehem, I could take you to Gumball for a check up," stated Marshall Lee. "Thanks," I replied and hopped into his arms. I cuddled closer as the wind whipped around my hair. I gripped his strawberry smelling shirt, hoping that this wouldn't end too soon. "Shorty, if you hold onto my shirt any tighter you'll probably rip it off," he teased. I balled his Abercrombie t- shirt further to piss him off. He frowned. Yes, that's what you get when you call me "Shorty."Marshall was taller than me by a foot since he was six foot five inches. When he floats, he is even taller; thus the
nickname. Not only because of our height has the nickname developed, but also because he knows I am self conscious of my height. Five foot two inches isn't the best height in the world ya know.
I peeked at the corner of my eye. I was right we WERE above the ocean. Seeing my face turn an ugly shade of light green, Marshall Lee dropped me. OVER THE OCEAN. I desperately tried to grab his leg with all my energy, which wasn't a lot since I was still sick. I squeezed my eyes shut and screamed. Right when I thought I would fall to death, Marshall laughed well actually giggled and picked me up. Only my nose touched the water. I rubbed absentmindedly at my nose to get rid of all this cursed water. "Not funny. Not funny," I repeated while hyperventilating. "Woah, Fi. I'm sorry. I didn't know you'd take it that badly. Stop that!" he apologized and snatched my hand from my nose to prevent it from reddening further.
I felt a sickening sensation as something traveled up my stomach and out of my throat. I gave in and barfed on Marshall. Serves him right. "Eww, Glob Fionna," he said as we finally landed on the ground of the Candy Kingdom. As soon as we passed the Banana Guards in the front gate, the Vampire King looked around. "Turn around and don't move," he commanded spinning me around to face the opposite direction. When I thought he was done with whatever he was doing, I turned back around. He wasn't. I stared at his nicely toned chest as he stared back at me. "What? Oh, are you enjoying the view? Why don't you get a closer look?" he asked as he pulled on my arm.
I blushed just as Prince Gumball came outside. "I see I was interrupting something. Sorry," he voiced with a bit of a sour overtone in his voice. "No, it's fine. There was nothing to interrupt," I mumbled weakly. I grasped Gumball's arm just as Marshall slipped his away and back to his side. I smiled at Gumball, and he smiled back. "Come in. Cake is off to see Ice Queen, because we had established that only Ice Queen could do this kind of magic. She must have made the magical cookies. Now what are your symptoms?" he asked gently while sticking the stick thing down my throat. "Fever, light head, rash, upset stomach, sore limbs," I listed. "Hmm this sounds familiar. It's on the tip of my tongue. What do you say Marshall? Marshall? He must have left," he said while flipped through a ginormy sky blue
book. "No, no that can't be right. No I'm right. For once, I wish I wasn't," he sighed. Now he was rapidly flipping through the pages with an urgent mood.
From bad habit, I started to bite the fingernail nearest to me nervously. Unfortunately, it wasn't mine; it was Cake's. I apologized to Cake as soon as Cake yelped. "You seem to have the Plague. It dates to the Mushroom War. There is no known cure to it. Even if there was, it should have been lost since it was extinguished along with the human kind. Strangely, you should be immune to it, but you are not. It must have genetically mutated, but how... What did you eat differently this week?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied thoughtfully, "Except... except. Whatever flew into my mouth during the fire! No wonder now that I think about it I have been feeling weird ever since. Woah." My head suddenly swooned, and I was forced to clutch the side of the lab table to prevent from toppling over. "Only two people could obtain and mutate samples: Ice Queen and Marshall Lee. I shook my head slightly. The thought of Marshall doing that was unbearable. I refused to believe it, yet a shred of my heart told me it was Marshall and caused my stomach to churn unnaturally. I left swiftly in search of the Ice Queen and Cake. Too early did I leave. I missed seeing Cinnamon Bunna eat my saliva sample. The next day everyone was just as sick as I was.
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This is an author's note. Sorry. As some of you know, I have changed the summary for the third time. Sorry if I have offended Doctor Who. Sorry for not updating. I accidentally deleted my document in Word and had to start over. I'm finally finished with dying my hair and most of my projects. Most. If you have just joined us, thank you for giving such a weird story a chance even I wouldn't. Remember, remember, remember. Poll, favorite, view, or , favorite,view, or review. Poll,favorite, view, or review. Poll, favorite, view, or review. Poll, favorite, view, or review. It will only take three minutes or less. I know it is not German. I was to lazy to type it up on Google Translate. I'm not trying to offend German people. I'm half German half Taiwanese. Who did you think messed with Fionna? Hopefully, chapter six is what you have been looking forward to. Thanks.