SugarBlood Princess C10
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Cake yawned as she sat up the next morning. She looked around to see the familiar setting of a hastily-out-together campsite, with the pleasant additions of Marshall and Gumball. She struck a match into the pile of wood they'd deemed their fire, and set to the task of affectionately kicking her friends awake.
Marshall groaned. "Cake, it's too early to get up." He threw an arm over his face, rolling over, when he promptly yelped and shot back into the shade, hissing and glaring at the sunlight on the ground.
Gumball held out a bottle. "I was digging around before we left the Tree Fort and I found this."
Marshall grabbed it. "Light absorption cream! I haven't seen this stuff in years!" He grinned. He messily smeared some on his skin and floated into the sunlight, sighing with satisfaction as the vampire-strength sunscreen blocked the harmful rays.
Cake smiled embarrassedly. "I always kept a few bottles around... y'know, just in case."
Marshall laughed. "I knew there was a reason we kept you around!" He teased, tousling her hair.
She ducked away. "Yo, dude. No touching the hair. That hasn't changed. Capiché?"
"Fine, fine. C'mon, we're burning daylight, kids." Marshall pointed towards the rising sun in a rather dramatic pose. Gumball jabbed him in the side, and he yelped, swatting him away. "You ruined it!" He raged.
"Suck it up, Princess." Gumball rolled his eyes, then froze. "Cake..." He said slowly.
"What, PG?" She was next to him instantly.
"Considering she doesn't consider us an option anymore, and what she took, Fionna's probably looking for you, right?"
"Yeah, we already got that far." She gestured for him to continue.
"Where's the first place she'd look?" Gumball asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The last place she saw her." Marshall answered after a moments thought.
"But she wouldn't go into the forest looking for me, so that means-" Cake snapped her fingers. "PG, you're a genius!"
"Wait, what?" Marshall looked confused.
Cake facepalmed. "You seriously haven't picked up what we're taking about yet?"
"I'm not awake yet. Besides, Bubba's the brains, I'm the looks, and you're the sass. We established this years ago. Sass needs a backup of wit for it to work correctly, and brains does thinking normally. Looks just sits there and looks pretty."
"Ok, Pretty-Boy, what I'm pointing out is that Fionna probably went back to her and Cake's old house." Gumball explained slowly.
Marshall paused. "Derp, kay then!" He grinned toothily before picking up Cake and Gumball and taking off towards Cake's old house.
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Cake pushed open the door and looked around the familiar old setting of her home and was gripped by a burst of depressed nostalgia. She shook it off for now, though, there were more important matters at hand, such as finding Fi.
She made her way through the small house, the two boys trailing a room or so behind her, studying everything in the house carefully for signs that Fionna had been there.
"Hey, hey!" Gumball called from one of the bedrooms. "There's some tulle stuck in the floorboards here, and I somehow doubt anything you used, Cake, was made of cotton candy fibres."
The others rushed in to see him crouched on the ground, a ripped piece of pink material between his fingers. Cake scanned the room excitedly, hoping to see some other clue, something that could lead them to her sister. Seeing nothing, she deflated dissapointedly.
"Hey, that looks like half a yin yang charm." Marshall pointed. "The yin half."
"Yin- the feminine one, the wily one, the sneaky one. Me. We always decided that she was yang- the loud one, the strong one, the proud one. Because she wanted to be a hero." Cake said softly, looking at the other half of the charm. "She must have taken it with her. You know, it's kind of stupid," she laughed, "but we always used to say that as long as we both had our charm, no harm would ever come to either of us, because the charms would tell the other we were in trouble and they'd come help us. They worked the strongest when... when we need each other most."
She picked it up as she spoke, staring at the teardrop shape. She could remember way too clearly making this. It was one of those memories that she'd locked away until she found Fionna, because they hurt too much to think about. But she was so close, she let herself reminisce for a moment before clipping the charm around her neck.
"C'mon, guys." She opened the front door, and that's when things got hairy.