A/N: My POV change symbol doesn't quite show up anymore, trying something else now. Sorry for my extremely long absence, I was getting ready for school.

I needed to read 2 books within the span of 2-3 weeks. And it took me this long to even write this chapter. I need to start a new writing schedule for this so you people out there can read sooner and not every 2 or 3 weeks.

But, back to the story, this story has gone from no direction to "I have somewhat of a direction". I still don't know where it's fully headed but why don't we both find out? Without further ado, here is the new chapter of Hold Up!

Gumball's POV

Out in civilian clothes I wandered through my kingdom, unnoticed. Making a journey to the house of that idiotic vampire seemed rather simple, even without the help of Lord Monichromicorn.

The streetlights, filled with glow sticks as an offering from Party Pat, illuminated the streets. I walked through the patches of lights and I stepped out of the kingdom, unnoticed. I had told Peppermint Maid to tell everyone of importance that I was going away on a trip for the night, and sure enough she did.

I walked away from the kingdom, the kingdom with lights, to the blackness of Ooo. I tried to remember where Marshall lived, trying to make a path to follow. I didn't quite have a plan on how to get rid of Marshall but I'm sure it would come to me while I walked.

My feet started to feel as if they weren't there anymore, almost as walking had just become an action I was doing without thinking. It felt like hours had passed and I became tired.

I was thirsty, I was hungry, and I was wondering why in glob's name I left Monichromicorn back in the kingdom. He could have made this trip so much shorter, but it was too late to walk back. Wait, walking back. I groaned; I have to walk back too…

Not focusing on the pain coming from my feet anymore, I thought about Marshall.

At one point I thought we could become friends. But I then realized that he had feelings for Fionna as well, therefore we couldn't even be close acquaintances. A few hours ago, when he made her force me out, that was the final straw.

He doesn't deserve to live. But he doesn't deserve to die quickly either. Chuckling a bit, I must have looked like a psycho… but maybe I am one, I created a plan. He will suffer.

Marshall's POV

"I wonder what I did wrong; all I did was tell her that she was beautiful. Cake treats her like she's a cat, not a teenage girl with hormones and crap." I said, looking at Hat's microscopic face. He moved out of the closet, to talk to me,

"Maybe you gave her too much at once. Maybe knowing that there are humans and then hearing that she's beautiful and all that flirty junk is what kinda momentarily snapped her." He said. I stared back at him,

"Well, she forced Gumball out of her house saying that she donked up her life."

His silly tone came back, "I know, I heard, that was hilarious! Me and Beem-"I glared at him. Hat coughed, "Can I blame that random outburst on hat magic?" I continued glaring at him. "I guess not…Uh… You should try and apologize to Cake sometime soon." His idea was actually logical for once, I walked towards the phone. Hat bounced around excitedly, "And, maybe, if you guys make up then I'll be able to show Beemo my hat magic!"

Picking up the phone, I tried remembering the phone number. Do they even have a phone? Is there an area code for a tree house? My thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

Who the hell knocks on my door at almost midnight?! Maybe it's just Cake coming to scream at me.

I opened the door and a voice that made me cringe started talking,

"Hello, Marshy, how are you?" Gumball. Trying to hold back anger from him saying 'Marshy'.

"What do you want?" I grumbled. He barged in, not caring if he had permission to come in or not and responded,

"Is it a problem? It doesn't seem like you had anything important at hand so I thought I should stop by and say hello!" He said. Peering around outside, there was no sight of Lord Monichr-It's way too late to try to pronounce his name.

"How'd you get here, Gumball?" I asked. He was attempting to fix his messy hair.

"Oh, I walked!" He was smiling. Creepy. I blinked a few times, puzzled by that.

"You walked? You can actually walk yourself places without having your loyal maids follow you around to cater to your every need?" Gumball laughed at my remark,

"Yes, Marshall, I can do that. Should I leave?"

Hat whispered something in my ear, "Oh, glob, it's like his annoyingness is killing me from the inside out…" Gumball took the whispering and silence as a yes and he headed for the door,

"I'm glad that I had the opportunity to see you, Marshall."

He just took off without trying to debate something? The door shut. Hat looked at me,

"Did you just see what I thought I saw?"

I responded, "Uh…yeah, he just left." Hat was left dumbfounded.

"Maybe he left a bomb in the room!" Hat said, panicking.

"He didn't bring anything, dude." He opened his mouth to say something else, "And, no, he's not summoning a giant army of ninja zombies to attack us all." His mouth shut.

I walked back to the phone, ignoring what just happened. The phone's dial tone dragged on for ages while I thought of the number again. Just when I thought I was starting to remember it, something was glimmering in the corner of my eye.

I looked around for the source of the oddly bright light. It wasn't coming from the ceiling or the walls, so it was coming from the floor.

A key was shining in the light of the room. I picked it up, examining it to see if it was something of mine. No. It was Gumball's. It must have fallen out of pocket. Hat looked even more panicked,

"He planted that there! It's the key to something terrible! I know it!"

I responded sarcastically, "No, it's the key to his heart." My sarcastic tone went away, "We'll return it in the morning."

Morning came and I hazily got out of bed. Hat was already awake; he was still suspicious about Gumball.

"Don't worry about it, dude!" I said, putting him on my head. Shaking in fright, he decided to come along. I grabbed the key, examining it one more time. It didn't look like any other key Gumball had. It looked like a key to one of the smaller rooms. Maybe it's the key to his bedroom or something.

I opened the door and flew towards the colorful kingdom.

Hat kept me cool with his odd amount of shade as we began walking into the palace. I flew in through a window.

A banana guard stopped me and questioned me in rather funny voice, "What are you doing here, Marshall?"

I kept walking and just said, "Just keep looking for something of danger, I'll be talking to Gumball." The banana guard kept silent and continued looking out the window.

"Gumball, you here?" I asked, walking into Gumball's bedroom. His room was rather large. I grabbed the key out of my pocket and started talking to the empty room again, "I have a key of yours!" I shrugged. He's probably out of town or something. But, if he were out of town wouldn't that banana guard told me?

A sound was coming from somewhere in the palace, somewhere close. It sounded like a saw slicing through something mushy. Walking around the halls I tried to find the source of it, it sounded like something or someone was in danger. Then I realized the place it was loudest was in the bedroom.

I walked back in, panicking about how something was in grave danger. The closet seemed the loudest. The door was locked, it wouldn't budge. Whoever was in there didn't want to be disturbed. But that's not gonna stop me. Trying to force in wouldn't help, so I tried the only thing I could. I pulled out the key and tried it out. It slipped in perfectly. I twisted the doorknob and saw something terrifying. It was something too disturbing for words.

Gumball was standing there, his fancy pink shirt splattered with the oozy fluid that leaks from the jelly kinders. He was holding a saw, literally covered in the pink liquid. I looked to see kinders in tanks, being drowned to see how long they could last judging by the stopwatches. What he was doing when I walked in was sawing off the lower half of one to be sewn onto another kinder with its lower half cut off.

I looked away with disgust. He turned to me with a face of absolute horror.

Pushing me out of the room he screamed, "Get out!" The key stayed in the doorknob. I tried going back in but the door was locked again. He came out, this time with a clean shirt on. "Pardon what you saw in there, Marshall; I'm sure you'll understand. Scientists and our experiments and such."

How could he be so calm about this? He just finished murdering defenseless creatures!

"What's wrong with you?!" I said, resisting strangling him.

He laughed, "What are you gonna do? Bite me?" Rage was pulsing through me as my fist tightened,

"I'll tell the banana guards." He mocked me,

"Yeah, guess again. They work for me." One more outburst and I wouldn't be able to control myself. "Hey, Marshy-" I cut him off with a fist to the face. Pink oozy fluid flew from his mouth onto the floor.

Hat yelped out, "Whoa, dude, watch out, the guards are coming!" A banana guard heard the punch and rushed for the room. They grabbed my arms and began trying to carry me out.

I struggled, yelling at Gumball, "What are you doing to those poor things?!" The banana guards looked confused. Gumball wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve and looked at the guards,

"Don't worry, guys, he just got really jealous about Fionna again." The banana guards laughed a stupid laugh and threw me out of the Candy Kingdom. Hat was still shaken up about the whole thing.

"What was that about Fionna?" He asked.

Fionna... That's it! I'll tell Fionna about this! She'd do something about this; she's the most ferocious thing in the land of Ooo!

I ran to her house, thinking about how it would go down. Imagining her pulling out the same crystal sword she got from him and beating him with it, or her sneaking into his room and planting a bunch of cream cheese bombs on the toilet so when he goes to the bathroom he's covered in cream cheese and his room is just full of the stuff. It would be amazing no matter what she did.

I didn't even knock since I was so distracted by my own thoughts. Cake looked at me angrily,

"What are you doing here?" I didn't hear her and she continued trying to get my attention. I barged into Fionna's room; she was sitting in bed playing BMO.

I grabbed her hand and said "You need to come with me, it's about Gumball. " Fionna looked completely shocked,

"Wh-what is it?" I needed to be honest about what I saw,

"Gumball has been killing kinders." Hat crawled away, afraid of being swept up in the awkward moment. He crawled up next to Beemo and began babbling away. Fionna was still looking at me with fear. I dragged Hat back to my head and started running for the door, "Just don't ask questions and come with me before he can hide the evidence." I grabbed her and flew her to the kingdom.

We flew in through a window and I let go of Fionna. She fell at first but quickly got to her feet and pulled out a sword,

"Where are you, Gumball?!" She asked, holding the sword close to her in case of danger. Gumball came out and saw the sword, raising his hands above his head.

"Whoa, what did I do today?" He asked, playing innocent.

Fionna wasn't laughing, she held the sword to him and said, "Marshall told me everything."

Gumball responded with a smug smile, "You know he's a frequent liar.

I leaned over to her and whispered in her ear, "It was the closet right by the door that all of this happened." She stomped over to the closet, storming in. I was waiting for her face of shock. And I got it. But it was for a completely different reason. She turned back to me,

"You're a liar. I should have known better…" I looked in the closet, there was nothing there.

"Where is it, Gumball?!" He looked back with a clueless look,

"Where's what?" He asked.

I cornered him and said, "The kinders!" He pretended to have no idea,

"Marshall, please don't hit me again…"

Fionna backed away from me, "You hit him, Marshall?" Gumball showed his bruise, he bruises really easily to begin with. I turned to Fionna,

"Fionn-" I was cut off by someone who normally doesn't cut me off, her.

"Shut up." I was shocked; she looked at me with an expression of disappointment and uttered the words, "I thought you were better than this, Marshall. I thought you were cool. Just… leave. Now, before I do something I would regret."

I left, heading for her house. I said nothing for what seemed for ages. I picked up Hat and put him on my head. Cake was talking but I heard nothing at all. Hat was telling me his stories about BMO and Cake but I heard nothing. I was shutting everything off and just heading home. I got home and just threw myself on the floor.

I was sitting there looking at the ceiling doing nothing, absolutely nothing.

Nothing.

Fionna's POV

He had left in a hurry, not even responding to what I said. Why would he do so many bad things to so many people and, on top of all of that, lie to me over and over again? I don't even know who he is anymore. Gumball's soft hand touched my shoulder,

"Listen, Fionna, it'll be okay. He's an older person; he's slowly losing his mind." He said. I felt like crying when I heard that, no, I'm strong.

"He's not. He's just going through a rough patch." I responded. Gumball shrugged,

"If that's how you're going to cope with it. Listen, I got some meatloaf for you." I accepted. I inhaled the whole thing, not even stopping to chew. I felt fuller than ever.

"Whoaaaaa, that was pretty good. Compliments to the chef." I said. Gumball walked over to the kitchen and I overheard some stuff.

"Thanks, chef" He said. There was the sound of a bunch of silverware dropping and the chef saying,

"Yeah, yeah." Gumball came back, attempting to look formal again.

He coughed and said, "Is there anything else you need, Fionna?" I thought about it. There really wasn't much.

"Hey, uh, dude?" I said, thinking of Marshall. He looked back ready to do anything; he would die if I commanded him to,

"What do you need?" I thought about how I could phrase my question without sounding like a total weird-o,

"Do you think I was too harsh on Marshall?"

He immediately yelped out, "Nope!" I stood up and grabbed my things,

"I'm going to visit him anyway, even if he did lie about you hurting those awesome little bros."

Gumball was stuttering on a word and he spit out, "Uh, do you want a ride?! I'm offering!"

I looked back, "Sure, dude!"

Marshall's POV

Hat curled up next to me, he was always there for me these last few days, even if I was being a complete psycho or even if I was just a wreck. He was a good friend; I just never could admit that to him.

He said, "C'mon, it'll be okay. You wanna watch a movie?" I looked at the very small collection of VHS and DVD I had on a shelf, the DVD player was covered in dust; VHS it is.

There wasn't much. There were a few children's films and a few old foreign horror films. I looked at the horror film's cover. The thing that popped out on the dusty old design was a zombie with its eye hanging out of its socket. It's gross, but in a good way. I put the VHS in. Luckily enough, it was rewound. The title screen came on; it was too blurry to make out.

Hat looked over at me, "Oh, this movie? It's so scary!" I remembered when I tried watching this movie a few years ago, Hat ended up shivering in the closet for months. I thought the hat had a mouse in it or something, years later it turns out the hat was living. What a strange world.

I ended up changing the movie to A Little Mermaid, or was The Little Mermaid? I don't even care. I don't like this movie all that much anymore; it was the one movie that Julia and I never ended up liking. But guess who in the household did like it?

You guessed it. Hat. He could watch the movie for years upon years and never get sick of it. It was actually odd seeing a hat bounce around to a movie about a bunch of almost nude mermaids singing.

It started getting dark outside. Night already and the random knocks on the door still haven't co-Oh, there it is. I opened the door,

"Gumball, what the hel-Fionna?" My sentences sure were interrupted a lot in the last thirty seconds.

"Uh, yeah, it's me." She said, as I could see Lord Monichromicorn flying away from my house.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, glancing around the corner of the door to see if Gumball was waiting there to make me look like a psycho for something else again or something. She breathed hard and put on a serious face,

"Listen, I acted like a total doofus back there. I shouldn't have freaked out, it was perfectly okay! Your eyes probably saw something that wasn't there; I do that all the time! Like, last week, when Cake and I were out and there was this huuuuuuge monster there but it turns out it was an illusion and then this magici-" I shushed her.

"I get your point," I chucked, "You don't have to give me a biography on your life to prove your point." Fionna's eye caught something in the room and she wouldn't look away. He mouth opened wide and drool began dripping from her mouth, her eyes turned huge and wouldn't break eye contact from one certain thing. I traced her eyes to what she was looking at.

Guess who else became entranced by the mermaid movie?

The friendly neighborhood crime-fighter, Fionna! She ran over next to Hat and sat there dumbfounded by the animation and the music. I grabbed a big blanket and wrapped it around everyone, setting up pillows to watch the movie.

I didn't really enjoy the movie but I admit I did like being there with Fionna. Hat paused it at the end credits to rewind it back to the beginning again. Just as the opening credits started for the umteenth time that night, there was another knock at the door.

Okay, Hat and Fionna are here. Therefore it's either Gumball or Lumpy Space Prince coming here to try to gossip to me. More knocks of impatience.

I screamed out, "Coming!" I opened the door. Not surprisingly, Gumball was standing there.

"Oh! Hi, Marshall, is Fionna here?"

I glared at him with the power of a thousand glares, enough glary glare glariness to glare into his soul of black. Still puncturing his eyes with my glare I responded,

"Why, yes. You're here just in time for a movie. It's… uh… It's called The Miniscule Mermaid." He stepped inside to see what was so bad. He cringed,

"Do you have anything else?" I looked over at Hat and Fionna with their eyes glued to the scree.

"Do you think they want to watch something else?" I asked sarcastically. Gumball shook his head with discontent. I laid back down next to Fionna and Hat looking back at Gumball, "You sure you don't want to join us?" Gumball responded by shaking his head again, his flimsy crown looked like it would fall off when he did that. "Make yourself at home, dude." I said. What the hell did I just say?

The movie ended again and Fionna yawned and stretched. Her eyes were gradually becoming heavier and heavier as the night went on. Hat fell asleep, humming a song from the movie. Gumball had roamed around the house, maybe to the kitchen. But he also had left a while ago with Lord Monichromicorn. Fionna seemed too tired to walk back home and I was way too exhausted to carry her there so I offered her something,

"You wanna sleep here? I got a sleeping bag in the closet."I asked.

She said, "Dude, I could sleep anywhere right now. I could sleep on a rock monster for all I care." We walked clumsily down to the room and I realized there were drawings all over the wall. I figured it was time to show her.

"Fionna." I sighed, "I need to show you something." Fionna looked worried.

"What is it?" She asked. I pointed to the closet,

"It's in there." She slowly wandered towards the closet door. Curiously, she opened the door and peered inside. Her slight smile faded and morphed into a face of complete shock. Was she that shocked that I liked her? It can't be that bad. I looked at her, "What do you think?" She stuttered until the words came out.

"You're the one that's been torturing the kinders!" I started walking towards the closet,

"What are you talkin-oh, glob!"

There were kinders in tanks drowning slowly, gurgling out for help. Fionna tried saving them all, she yelled out at me,

"What's wrong with you?!" I was standing there, paralyzed by shock and complete fear. The pictures on the wall were nothing but scraps on the floor, pulverized beyond recognition. The tanks were slowly being emptied by Fionna; she was trying to work as fast as possible.

She tried to help them breathe. None of them responded. She looked back at me, tears in her eyes,

"How could you…?" She asked, horrified. I looked back at her, telling her the truth,

"I didn't do this. Someone must have put them here." I tried holding her, trying to comfort her.

"Let me go…" She said, squirming a bit. I kept holding on, I wasn't going to let her leave until she understood the truth. She started yelling, louder and louder, "Let me go! Let me go, Marshall!" She struggled away from me, sobbing.

"Fionna! Come back!" I shouted as she left. She ran out the door and out into the night. "Please, come back!" She was gone.

My lips uttered a few soft words.

"Goodnight, Fionna..."