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-Jes

Unwritten

Darkness seeps into the cave, yet the moon sparkles so brightly. It burns my heart, rips at my soul, and spits in my face. Silently I tear into all the light in the world. How dare it shine when inside I am so defeated? Fionna and Bubba? She is so in love with that fag. Why wouldn't she be? He is so gentle and kind. I bet he wouldn't have the gum balls to drop her ten something feet then catch her before she splatters all over the dirt.

Inside I groan. Why am I so insane? I saw this happening a mile away; I saw her pain when she thought his scrawny body had crumbled into ashes. I saw her delight when she had realized he was still alive. Oh how history cruelly repeats. That thought brings a smirk to my face. That's right history does repeat. To keep those dumb wonderers that stray off the path in place. Or that pain they felt before will return. Over and over and over again. That sickly sorrow a blade of a knife jammed down their throat. Bad, bad. Hope isn't meant for you. Not now, not ever.

I wonder how long I have been sitting in the damp cave, the dripping on running water slipping on the stalagmites the only music to be heard. I feel as if it has been ages, my legs are stiff and my neck is cramped up from stooping so low. I slowly stand and shake out all the joints, each crack of my bones echoing into the night. I have a few hours until sunlight, maybe I should spend that time erasing what is trying to be written.

The ball inside is magnificent with candle lighting and string instruments, Cake seems to be one of the performers. The melody gliding out of her odd little-I don't even know what I'm supposed to refer to that as, and into the crowd of open ears. I can see the masks on each face and sleek clothes on each body, fine jewelry and shining smiles. Yet all I see is Red. Until I see her. Her white dress smooth and fitted to her curves, I feel a blush come on as I take each bit of her in.

Her hair is piled on tip of her head in glossy blonde curls, a single one cascading down in front of her covered eyes. The mask is laced white with golden wings, her blue eyes electric by the black lining around the masks eye sockets. A gold locket clasped around her exposed throat, perfectly positioned on her chest. Her dress a corset top with a snow white finish and a thin layer of glittering gold, the bottom extends like a bell with a layer of gold fabric then a drop of white with gold glitter. She looks absolutely astounding.

Then I am hit with something, 'I am not dressed up. What am I supposed to do? I can't compare to a beauty like that wearing a plaid shirt and ripped black jeans. I can't go in there, I'll just have to jump one of the guests and take their clothes. Yes it's brilliant! Except for the fact that's a crime and Fionna fights that kind of thing. Idiot… But what am I going to-waaaaiiiit we're at I-Lost-My-Gumballs house aren't we? I'll just take a more stylish outfit from him. One that isn't pink or I-suck-on-gumballs looking.' I smile maniacally while I work on silencing my inner monologue.

Sneaking over to the open, unguarded staircase I slip to Gumballesses room to search his pink closet. Locking the door behind me I slink through the walk in what should be classified as a store and try to muffle my horrified laughter, "One man should not have all these clothes and clothes space. Is there a single section for shoes?" I turn the corner and-"Oh look there is!" I feel suffocation start to kick in and I start to heave out laughter. "Come on man! REALLY! HAHAHAHAHA-!"

"Hello?" I am cut off and dive into Bubbas endless stash of shoes. Swearing to god that I got jammed in the side with a high heal in that possible nest for vermin. "Is someone in here?" Catching sight of Bubba I feel the laughter trying to come on again as he inspects the clothes, as if listening to them. Hoping for them to tell him where the closet raider got to. But after a while he stops stroking the fabric and closes the door behind him with a thud, leaving me with a whole new thing to laugh about later.

Moving quickly I bolt to the back of I-have-tiny-Gumballs closet and find all the black and white suits there. Snagging a sleek broad shoulder jacket with a pair of black pants I throw off my ripped jeans and slide them on and let the jacket hang over my plaid shirt. I leave on my high tops and run for the mask section. Which was over crowded with all sorts of masks, making me wonder what he could possibly need all of them for… I choose a black one with dark string covering the face. I rip off the rose that was on it and slip it on. A perfect fit. I check myself out in the mirror, and grin. Course I look good. I can't look bad.

Down in the ball I make sure not to come face to face with Bubba, he might realize that the majority of my outfit is unfortunately his. Yet Fionna is no where to be seen, and since she's the bell of the Gumball Ball its kind of hard to miss her. Making my way through the crowd I meet up with Cake at the stage. Her fear toxic to the point I could see the smog radiating off her.

"W-what do you want?" Cake demands, her voice not being able to hold a strong tone.

"Well that's not much of a greeting is it?" I reply slightly amused. Though she is a very loyal companion she is not as fearless as Fionna it appears.

"What makes you think I want to greet you?"

"Nevermind that, where is Fionna?" I scan the crowd again, hearing a side comment about how I shouldn't even care. Yet I hear the last and final detail that drives me into a rage.

"She's-With-Gumball." And then I see her dress disappear out the door into the night and everything turns Red again.