Gumball's P.O.V.
While Marshall Lee and Fionna were having their lovely playtime romp in the sand with a shiny ball, Marceline and I were far too busy doing incredibly sophisticated to engage with and involve ourselves in such childish endeavours.
"Splash fight!" She yelled, diving into the water and grinning at me.
She cupped some water in her hands, flinging it at me as I backpedalled, trying not to get soaked. "Marceline!" I yelped, diving to the side and belly flopping onto the sand.
"What a dork," I heard someone say disdainfully.
I looked up to see a pair of ridiculously pale feet clad in gaudy purple sandals. They turned sharply, sending a spray of sand into my face.
I spluttered, sitting up and glaring at this girl, whoever she was, and noticed that she seemed to have metal cavities in her cheeks and on her nose, each of which had a glittering green gem in it.
"Hey, watch it, Jocelyn." Marceline said uncertainly, standing up and trying to look brave. I, however, noticed the slight tremor of her hands as they went to her hips. "Leave Bubba alone."
"Bubba? A stupid name for a dorky guy." She mocked, flicking her hair.
"He's not a dork!" Marcy protested.
"I'll have you know," I said, standing and drawing myself up to my full height, which I soon realised was several inches shorter than Jocelyn, and trying to look authoritative, "I'm the current ruler of the Candy Kingdom." I lifted my chin, looking her in the eye.
She looked surprised. "Oh, my gosh, I'm so sorry, Your Royal Highness Prince Gumball." She said, fluttering her eyelashes before grabbing my neck and lifting me up.
I cried out in surprise as Marcy gasped. "Put him down, Jocelyn. Now!" She yelled. "Leave Gumball alone, or... or I'll..."
"Or you'll what?" She sneered, shaking me about like a rag doll.
Marceline charged at her, shrieking, and knocked me from her grip. The two girls tussled for a moment before Jocelyn pinned her arms behind her back. "Hold her." She ordered, shoving Marcy at one of her lackeys. She turned back to me, and ugly grin splitting her face. "Now, the dork..." She purred, hands reaching for me. She grabbed me again and bit my hand, hard enough to break the membrane. I hissed in pain as syrupy blood spilled onto the sand.
There was a roar from Marceline as she broke free of her captors, flinging them away. "Listen, Jade-Jaws, back off or else."
"Or else what? The Abadeer half-breed gonna try to hurt the pureblood descendant of Dracula himself?" Jocelyn smirked.
Marcy lowered her head.
Jocelyn threw me to the ground, cracking her knuckles. "Wanna go, dweeb? Let's go!" She took a few steps towards Marcy, her form bubbling and changing as she shape-shifted into some horrible monster, horns sprouting from her head, her shoulders bulking out as she roared, swinging her massive fist down towards Marcy.
"No!" I yelled, reaching out to her helplessly as Jocelyn's giant fist hit the sand.