Gumball awoke first the next morning, determination in his eyes. He glanced at Marshall who was still snoozing, then gasped and just about fell off of the bed. Bubba couldn't believe his eyes when he discovered that Marshall was flesh colored, and that his veins were showing and his heart was beating regularly like every other human. All that was left of the vampire was his two tiny puncture scars on his neck, and his fangs. Gumball cautiously lifted an eyelid to discover that Marshall's eyes were a natural and beautiful shade of amber. He turned the light on, noticing that his hair was no longer black. It was natural dark brown. Gumball rushed to the mirror and looked to himself.

The next hour or so was quiet and calm. Marshall sat up slowly and yawned, stretching up to the sky. He rubbed his eyes sleepily then gazed around the room, looking for Bubba. That was when he noticed a boy on the floor. A boy with light skin and hair so blonde it was almost white. He gasped and walked over cautiously, and scooped him up, unsure of who he was. He ran his fingers over the boy's pink lips, and patted his cheek in an attempt to wake him. Marshall smiled and squeezed his hand when he stirred, coming to life.

"Hello! You're okay! Let me call for my friend Gumball. He'll know how to help you." The young boy opened his eyes and took in the scene for a moment. He squinted a bit and Marshall began to call, "Gumball! The boy woke up! He looks about as old as you!"

"Marshall Lee, you're alright..." The boy sighed in relief, sitting up slowly, holding his head. "Oh my glob..."

"Wait..." Marshall's eyes shot open in shock and fear. He scrambled to his feet then clung to the side of the dresser. He couldn't believe his ears or eyes, and was in shock. "Bubba?"

"The magic is completely gone Marshall... We've taken our complete human form... Before the magic affected us years ago..." He whispered, standing slowly. "I'm sorry I couldn't handle myself any better. I saw you, then I saw me, and I just blacked out." He observed his pale hands, no longer pink. The vibrant turquoise jewels on his necklace and crown were now sapphires. He took off his crown and looked at it quietly. "All the magic is gone." He rested the crown on his head then hugged Marshall, who was stiff with fear. His skin was a horrible flesh tone, in his mind equating to vulnerability and weakness. Bubba guided him to the mirror and he just stared, bewildered with shock.

He himself appeared to be a 21 year old man, hair dark brown and eyes strikingly amber colored. Marshall shuddered, overcome with chills, a human reaction to a human emotion. He rubbed his neck, and touched his teeth, which wouldn't be there for long. He touched his cheeks with the slightly pale tint, then lifted his shirt and observed his torso. He was a human man. He took a moment to pull out the waistband of his boxers, checking on his length. All intact, just... pinkish skin tone. Soft. Living.

Bubba was now blonde, eighteen years old and a pale as a porcelain doll. He had countless freckles on his face and body. His lips were soft baby pink and his irises pastel blue. He was no longer made of any artificial material, and knew he was no longer immortal. He couldn't add some bubblegum to his body anymore in the situation of an accident. He hung his head, thinking very hard. He was still very smart, and still very wise, but this was an unexpected variable. He hadn't expected the magic to run out so fast. The radiation was destroying Aaa, the source. He knew if they got out and away from the poison, they'd return to their normal state. Every place on earth had magical potential, but Aaa was out of the question. Slowly being destroyed.

Marshall softly began to cry, feeling weak and afraid more than ever. With his powers he lost his bravery and his confidence. What was left was a scared man. Bubba noticed this and moved over to him, hugging him softly around the neck. "Don't be afraid, Marshall. We can do this together. I believe in us. Let's get breakfast, get packed, and get going. Everything will be back to normal soon. I know it. I promise. Cross my heart." The human prince of the dissolved Candy Kingdom took his pinky finger and crossed over his own heart. Marshall nodded and did the same, then ate with Bubba. Right after breakfast they began to pack up their stuff, and Marshall's stomach gurgled.

"Wait, I'm not hungry..." He said, rubbing below the wrapped gauze, uncomfortable. Bubba guided him to the toilet and blushed.

"I know you haven't done this in a thousand years, but I do have faith you can figure this out on your own. Pants off, sit, and relax. Wipe when you're done, then wash hands..." He ushered Marshall in and closed the door, then finished packing up all the stuff. By the time the last thing folded up into a tiny bag or bundle, Marshall walked out of the restroom, done. "Did you...?"

"Yes, yes I did. I hate it and I will never be doing that again." He was absolutely disgusted by it, having not remembered how odd and strange it was. Bubba laughed as Marshall scrubbed his hands.

"Marshall Lee, you'll be having to do that every single day until you get your powers back. Humans function in that manner. What goes in must come out." After Marshall dried his hands, he began to sob all of the sudden, mainly due to the stress of his whole entire life changing. It was scary and very new to him. Gumball just hugged Marshall, being brave and calm. He was afraid too, the situation unsettling, but he was just a little bit more open to the change. He had faith it wasn't a forever thing. The vampire hugged back tightly, sniffling. "Don't even think about holding it in next time you have to go. That will make you very sick and I am absolutely not in any mood to feed you laxatives." Marshall squinted, unsure how Bubba knew what he was thinking.

Bubba called Marrow and the bird swooped down within a minute. He hooked his hiking backpack on the saddle and mounted the bird, then helped Marshall up. The vampire locked his arms around Gumball's waist and leaned his head on his back, closing his eyes as the bird took off into the air. Their first stop was the Candy Kingdom. Bubba had no idea what it would look like when they arrived, but he wasn't prepared for what he saw.

Ruins. The entire palace and kingdom was destroyed. Everything was looted, there were dead bodies of candy people and of others that had been in the wrong place at the wrong time. Gumball scanned the palace grounds with Marshall, hoping to see a sign of life. Praying that Fionna, Cake, Lord, or any of their friends were okay somewhere, although it was highly unlikely. Marshall cautiously called down, trying to get the attention of anyone. "Hello? Fi?! Cake!? You two are supposed to be the heroes!" He called out, clutching Bubba's shirt in tight fists. They always were the heroes, until now.

"Marshall Lee!? Is that you!?" Cake's voice sounded out into the air. Gumball halted Marrow and in a joyous panic yelled to respond.

"Cake!? Where are you? Is everyone alright!?" He called, looking all around for her. He just couldn't see her.

"I'm so glad you came... We're okay. Everyone is okay." Her voice sounded, and a chill ran up and down Marshall's spine. He was stricken with fear. Something was horrible wrong, but Bubba didn't seem to pick up on it.

"Oh that's absolutely wonderful, but where are you!?" He called, looking frantically.

"RUN!" Marshall screamed and whipped the reins. The Marrow took off as a large paw of Cake's swatted at the bird, missing them by a few feet. She enlarged to fifty times her side and began to chase them, eyes white. Some off her fur was torn off, and she looked emaciated and dirty. Something was tied around her neck. She called out again.

"Why are you running? We're all okay..." She took another swipe at them again, missing. She had clearly been poisoned, demonically brainwashed by black deadly magic, turned into a mindless heartless zombie rather than killed. "Come back...! Fionna wants to be with you... I can take you to her."

"Faster Marrow!" He turned around, and with a small hand dart gun he had created in his lab, Bubba shot Cake right in between the eyes. She collapsed and tumbled, taken down but not killed. His hand shook violently as he lowered the gun, and all Marshall could do was mutter.

"N-nice shot..."

"Th-thanks."