Uh... you guys think about details more than I do. I don't even think about half the stuff you guys ask me in the reviews and then im just sitting here like "damn... they're right."
I'm just writing whatever the hell jumps into my head, man, like geez. Makin a girl think, homies. I've already forgotten how old I made Finn like ten times. Good lord.
SO! In order to deal with this small dilemna we have on our hands, I will answer questions, to the best of my ability, and respond to some comments that I believe will help, at the end of every chapter, starting with reviews from the last. Hopefully this will clear up some confusion. I know I'm a bit of a crazy writer, probably because my brains all messed up inside.
But that's a story for another time (no time)! I shall try to be more organized, so for now let us focus on the story, yes?
Anyways, please enjoy.
This is regular texts
"This is when someone's talking"
This is when someone is thinking
This is phone or internet, electronical devices, speak
Just incase you get confused.
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~I'm Just Your Problem, Baby~
"So... Nin." Jake started, eyeing the young boy warily. "You claim you're Finn's brother? A twin no less? We've got a real thing for twins 'round here, don't we?"
"We are twins, sir, both born on March 14th, in 1997." Nin said, with a respectful nod.
"Yeah well, I've been around for 15 of those years, got it." Jake said, authoritatively. "So I'm the closest brother."
"I've been around the whole time, sir." Nin said. "I've been in his body, so to speak."
"Yeah well," Jake growled. "He likes me better!"
"Understandably, you have been his best friend for fifteen years." Nin said, with another respectful nod.
"Yeah, I have." said Jake, huffing proudly. "And you'd best remember it."
"Yes, sir." Nin said, smiling. "It's a pelasure to finally meet you in person. Or... uh, in the flesh. The fur."
"In person is fine," Jake laughed. "Even if we aren't people, we're still people. You catch my drift?"
"No... no, not really sir." Nin said, his smily wavering into a confused frown.
"You better learn to keep up soon, kid." Marshall said, slinging an arm around the young boy neck. "Life moves quick with this gang."
"Yes sir," Nin said, immediately becoming more nervous as Marshall took hold of him.
"Are you done harassing the new guy?" Gumball said, with a sigh. He gave Nin a polite smile and held out a hand. "Nice to meet you; I'm Gilroy Gumball."
"Uhm... the pleasure is mine." Nin said, staring at Gumballs hand.
"You're supposed to shake it," Finn whispered, trying to help his new younger twin.
"Ah," Nin said, grabbing Gumballs hand with a strong grip and flopping his arm left and right.
"You're quite... strong." Gumball said, trying to be polite. Marshall and Jake burst into laughter, pointing at the poor boy.
"Dude!" Marshall shouted, howling with laughter.
"Aw man, that's great!" Jake barked, holding his stomach as tears formed in his eyes.
"이렇게 구분하지 마!" Lady shouted at Jake, slapping his arm, hard.
"Ow!" Jake whined, turning to his girlfriend. "Oh come on, you saw what he did! He just flopped Gumball's arm like a ragdoll!"
"곧 당신은 새 여자 친구를 찾고 주위에 툭있을거야!" Lady said, giving her boyfriend a dirty look. Jake sighed and turned to Nin.
"Alright bro, I'm sorry for laughing at your incompetence." Lady hit him again. "Ow! I'm sorry for laughing at you when you're clearly new to this."
"No, it's of no consequence." Nin said, quickly, trying to dismiss it. "It's my fault, for not understanding."
"It's not your fault, little man," I said shaking my head with a small laugh. "It's their faults for being jackasses."
"Marceline!" Bubblegum hissed from my side.
"It's not like he's never gonna hear the word 'jackass' in his lifetime." I said, an arm wrapped around Bubblegum's shoulder as we sat side by side on the couch. We were currently located in my living room, surprise surprise. The TV was on, but none of us were really watching. There were snacks and drinks littering the floor and the coffee table. We had all gathered at my house to introduce the new guy to the gang. Of course, it was a bit hard to explain him to Gumball, who still had no idea about the supernatural beings he called his friends. Bubblegum and I currently sat on the couch, as did Finn. Nin was standing in front of Gumball, but the two had previously been located on the floor. Marshall and Jake had also been rolling around on the ground, lazily, while Jake let his girlfriend take the whole love seat for herself. My father, Simon, Micheal and Jake's father were in my fathers study, discussing something. Probably something boring.
"That doesn't mean you need to say it constantly," Bubblegum sighed, shaking her head with amusement she'd never admit to.
"You know he wont be a great influence on society anyways," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Why not?" Gumball said. "Everyone has a chance to be a good citizen."
"Has no one explained to Gumball our sitaution?" Nin said, innocently.
"What situation?" Gumball said, puzzled. "Are you guys all keeping secrets from me?"
"We've put Marshall in charge of telling you," I said quickly. "If you don't know, it's his fault, not ours."
"You put the most irresponsible person in our group in charge of telling me something important?" Gumball asked, mortified. "Why did that seem like a good idea?"
"I am not irresponsible!" Marshall shot back. "I'm just a little carefree and clueless!"
"That's almost the exact definition of irresponsible." Gumball said, giving Marshall a dirty look. "So, what's this news your supposed to tell me?"
"I... uh..." Marshall said, laughing nervously. He scratched the back of his hand and clicked his tongue. "Perhaps we should talk about this in private...?"
"Why? What on earth could be so bad that you need t-" Gumball said angrily.
"Just come on," Marshall grunted, grabbing Gumballs wrist and pulling him towards his room. He stopped for half a second, before shooting Bubblegum a grin. "I promise I'm not off to ravage your brother's oh so very delicious body."
"Oh, god, ew, please, just go." Bubblegum said, wrinkling her nose in disgust. Marshall laughed and Gumball just gaped at him as he was tugged by the older boy.
"That isn't going to go well at all." I said, sighing.
"You're telling me," Jake said, laughing. "Those guys are either going to end up madly in love, or Gumball's going to tear him limb from limb."
"I'm guessing that the second option is going to happen faster." I laughed. "If that happened, we could mix and match, Bonnie."
"That is absolutely revolting." Bonnibel said, horrified. "The thought of ever having to do anything romantic with Marshall Lee makes me want to stick my face in a bee hive."
"But, we're not that much different," I pointed out, drawing small circles on her shoulder since my arm was currently around her. "You must at least find him physically attractive, considering he looks exactly like me. But taller. And shorter, messier hair."
"I... I find you physically attractive because I found you mentally and emotionally attractive first." Bubblegum said, turning red.
"Oh god, you do find him physically attractive." I howled. "That's rich! Should we have a threeso-"
"If you finish that sentence, I am breaking up with you right here and now." Bubblegum growled lowly, glaring at me. I laughed lightly, petting her hair, knowing she'd calm down a bit and sink her head into my shoulder. Sure enough, she did, and I placed my forehead against hers, smiling.
"You know I wouldn't actually let him touch anything that's mine." I said, jokingly.
"I'm not your belonging." Bonnibel frowned.
"You're my lover." I corrected.
"You make it seem so possessive." Bubblegum said.
"I am possessive." I said.
"Aahem..." Finn cleared his throat, blushing profusely. "The rest of us are still here, in case you forgot."
"Ah, sorry guys," I said, scratching the back of my head.
"I can't really get mad at others for PDA," Jake said, shrugging, as he curled up by Lady's legs. "I'm pretty sure we're the main offenders."
"PDA?" Nin asked. "What is 'PDA'? I am unfamiliar with this term."
"Public Display of Affection." Finn said, sighing at his new brother. "Don't ever do it. Even if you're tempted to, don't. It's gross for everyone around you."
"I think someone is just a bit bitter." I teased, sticking my tongue out at the younger boy. He retailiated with his own tongue and crossing his eyes. I laughed at his ridiculous face, as did his older brother and his girlfriend. Nin gave him a confused look and Bubblegum rolled her eyes, with a small, yet bright, smile.
"Screw you, man." Finn said, laughing. "I'm living the crazy single life, bro. I'm not tied down by anything."
"Yeah, except by the fact that you're still scared of girls." Jake said, kicking his brother.
"Afraid of females?" Nin asked, completely lost. "Why are you afraid of females? They're not that scary. Although they do seem to be frightening when they're mad."
"I am not afraid of girls." Finn hissed, shooting daggers at his older brother, with his eyes. "I just have... some troubles speaking to them sometimes."
"Some troubles?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sometimes?" I asked, giving him an toothy, amused grin.
"Okay, maybe I have a lot of troubles talking to them all the time." Finn huffed, crossing his arms. "It's not my fault! You guys can be intimidating! I mean, not you Marceline, you're pretty much one of the guys, but like Lady and Bubblegum are girls. Well, I can't speak Korean so therein lies the first issue, but Bubblegum's a girl that speaks english. And she's kinda, sorta, pretty. I have a fine enough time talking to her!"
"What was that?" I growled, narrowing my eyes at the boy.
"He's so adorable sometimes," Bubblegum giggled, just below my ear. Finn blushed, looking down at his hands.
"Correct me if I'm wrong," I started. "But did you just insult me and hit on my lady at the same time? That's a violation, my friend. I'm gonna have to turn you inside out."
"Uhm, if you could avoid physically altering in my brother in such a drastic way..." Nin said, meekly. "I think my father would appreciate it."
"I think your father would try to kill me if I so much as pinched the little guys cheeks." I said.
"I'm not a little guy!" Finn objected.
"Shut it, sophmore." I shot back, quickly.
"Just because I'm a couple years you-" Finn started.
"Excuse me, would you prefer I call you 'Mr. five foot three'?" I countered, raising both my ebony eyebrows at him.
"I... no." Finn said in defeat.
"I'm sure we will get taller, brother." Nin said, supporitvely patting him on the back. "Father is fairly tall."
"What if mom wasn't though." Finn said.
"That's... possible." Nin said, frowning and furrowing his eyebrows. "We look more like father, though, so I'm sure we'll take more of his traits."
"What if you get taller than me," Finn said, his voice panicky. "I mean, I got the angely part, right? What if that was the trade for height? What if I'm 5'3 for the rest of my life? What if this is as tall as I get?"
"Well, being shorter certainly has it's benefits in combat." Nin offered with a smile. "It allows for more maneuvarability and flexibilty."
"But I want to be a hunk!" Finn whined.
"I already got you beat there, homie." I snickered. "Ask the missus."
"The missus? Did we get married without my knowledge?" Bubblegum asked, turning to me with a raised eyebrow.
"Stop the flirting before it starts up again," Finn groaned.
"Should we take this opprotunity to flirt?" Jake asked, turning to his girlfriend with a sly grin. He wiggled his eyebrows at her and she giggled.
"No, no!" Finn shouted, shaking his hands in disapproval. "Stop it you guys! It's a good thing Nin showed up when he did, because I don't think I can handle just being around couples all the time."
"Aw, just keep your head up buddy," Jake said, encouragingly. "You'll find a sweet angel girl someday. And Nin'll find a horrible devil girl. And you guys will have wonderful baby cousins who will periodically try to kill each other."
"Butcha ya gotta keep ya head up," I sang out, with a laugh.
"Ooooh!" Jake finished, shooting me a grin as he lifted his arms.
"And ya gotta let your hair down."
"Eeeeeh!"
"Keeeep yaaa heaaad upppp." We both sang, laughing at ourselves.
"I am familiar with that song!" Nin said, grinning proudly. "I have heard it several times, at others houses. I still do not understand why you guys pack yourselves into houses already filled with several individuals. It is sweaty and loud."
"It's fun." I said, shrugging.
"It does not appear that way." Nin said, tilting his head ever so slightly. "I do not understand your human ideas of fun. Humans confuse me."
"Haven't you been living in Finn?" Jake asked, his deep voice rumbling a bit. "Shouldn't you be used to humans?"
"Just because I was able to see it sometimes, doesn't mean I could completely understand." Nin said. "It is... almost like watching a long, long movie in a different language. From a different country, where culture and tradition are different. It is confusing and takes a lot of time to learn. More than 16 years, at the very least."
"Well, stick around us kid," I said with a wink. "And you'll figure it out pretty quick."
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"Don't say anything." I snapped at Bubblegum, as tears flowed down my face. I bit down my bottom lip, as I tried to choke back what tears hadn't made a waterfall on my face.
"I think it's cute that you get emotional during these movies," Bubblegum cooed, cuddling into my side.
"How can you not get emotional?!" I hissed, glaring at her. "Tarzan didn't want anyone to get hurt! He thought he was some sort of mutated, hairless gorilla for, like, a solid thirty years! I'd be pretty fucking interested if I saw someone like me, but Kerchek had to be all 'no no no' and do not even get me started on fucking Clayton! Even I wouldn't kill something just for the prize of it! And even though Clayton just shot his freaking father, Tarzan still gets upset when he dies, like he's got a fucking heart of gold. And then his dad dies, and then and only then he accepts him as his son. Like, he spent his whole godammed life trying to impress this guy, gorilla dude, and he only accepts him when he's dying. And now his poor mother is widowed, but it's all fucking okay Jane stayed! How does that even work?! They only knew each other for, what, two - three months at most? How do you even fall in love that quickly?!"
"We did, Marceline." Bubblegum said.
"Can it." I shot, wiping angry tears from my face. The credits were playing, the gorgeous voice of Phil Collins spreading around the room.
"Oh come on, Marcy, it's just a movie..." Bubblegum tried, rubbing my arm.
"It's just a movie!" I said, slapping myself in the cheek. "I knew this guy! I met him! Marshall and I lived with him! Well, he wasn't exactly like that, and Jane was actually a lot prettier, but that's beside the point. For once, Disney actually did an accurate movie! Poor fucking Tarzan, he such a good guy. And his kids were pretty awesome too. They were all tiny replicas of him, except one son. He had a foundness of drawing, like his mum."
"...You were friends with Tarzan?" Bubblegum asked,surprised.
"Marshall was better friends with him." I shrugged, my crying finally beginning to calm down. "I hung out with his mum a lot. She was a nice lady gorilla. She complimented my hair a lot."
"You could speak gorilla?" Bubblegum asked.
"I can speak a lot of things, Bonnie." I said, offering a smug smile. The effect was probably lost on my tear stained face, however. "I've been around for a long time. I've never learned fox, though."
"Marceline, you literally surprise me every day with random facts of your life." Bubblegum said, shaking her head. "And they just roll off you like it's nothing."
"That's because, to me, they are nothing." I explained, petting her hair. "A lot of things have happened to me, and I don't have nearly enough space in my heart to be extremely sentimental about everything."
"Except Tarzan." Bubblegum said, with a giggle.
"Yeah, yeah," I grumbled. "It's still a good movie, even if you didn't know the guy."
"I've loved the movie since I was a kid," Bonnibel said in agreement. "It's a very good movie."
"It's the most solid flicks of solid flicks." I said, sniffling. "Two worlds, one family."
"You're such a sap."
"Shut up."
"Don't be rude just because you're getting emotional." Bubblegum said, sternly. I looked at her for a second, before making a mouth with my hand and closing it slowly. She tried to speak to me again, but no words came out of her mouth.
She glared at me, and pinched me in the arm. I turned the other way, refusing to look at her, and watched the credits continue to roll. She punched me, rather roughly, in the arm in an attempt to get my attention. I stubbornly kept my eyes off her. She moved herself to stand in front of me, her bright blue eyes filled with anger. I snapped my fingers and teleported myself to the living room. I heard her stomp around my room in frustration before the sound of my door flinging open and hitting the wall with a bang.
"Whoa!" Marshall shouted, his head appearing from his door. "What's going on?"
I heard the sounds of Bubblegum's feet hitting the floor and small claps, followed by the sound of Marshalls laughter. Then there was the sound of Bubblegum stomping on Marshall's foot, and the sound of his pained shriek, probably because he still had his limiter on after school.
"Hey! There's no need to get mad at me!" Marshall said in objection to her abuse. "I'm not a part of this girl lovers spat! I want no part!"
There were several more stomps before Marshall said "NO!" and closed his door. Then the sound of Bubblegum stomping into the living room came, accompanied by the angry sounds of her breathing and the quickened pace of her heart. She stormed over to the couch I was sitting on and glared at me. I stared back, before looking away, refusing to give up. She gave a furious sigh and walked away. I watched her, wondering what she was planning to do without the ability to talk.
She returned a couple seconds later with a notebook and a pen. She scribbled, angrily, and turned it to my face.
If you don't stop this right now, I am going to break up with you.
"Fine," I huffed. She stared at me, waiting for me to do something. I raised an eyebrow at her, which only made her angrier.
"MARCELINE GIVE ME MY VOICE BAC- oh." She said, surprised when her voice was back.
"I don't always have to make gestures." I said, frowning. "I can control it without visual aids, thank you very much."
"Well, you usually do, so I'm not apologizing for not believing you had fixed it." Bubblegum growled at me.
"I wasn't asking for you to apologize to me." I hissed back. "I was just explaining something, and you got defensive. So I'm not apologizing for that."
"How about you apologize for taking away my voice in the first place." Bubblegum said, glaring at me, her hands on her hips.
"No."
"No?" She repeated, looking completely fed up with me. "No?"
"No." I said again, lazily looking at my finger nails.
"What do you mean no?" Bubblegum asked, fuming.
"I'm not sorry." I said. "So I'm not going to apologize."
"I, but, you, and," She spluttered, her hands waving madly. "You're a child!"
"I am older than the oldest person you can think of." I responded.
"You're mentally ten!" She shot back.
"Perhaps that's when I mentally stopped growing." I said, calmly.
"You. Are. Impossible!" She screamed at me. I lifted my eyes to look at her, her face bright red with anger.
"I know." I said. She frowned at me, thinking. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
"Is this because I made fun of Tarzan?" Bubblegum asked, calming down.
"No." I said stubbornly.
"Look, I'm sorry Marceline." She said. "If I had known that he actually meant that much to you, I wouldn't have said anything. I apologize."
"Do you?" I said, sounding ridiculously needy. I frowned, mentally scolding myself for sounding so weak.
"I do." Bubblegum said, sitting down next to me.
"...I apologize too." I said, with a small sigh. "I am mentally ten."
"Oh, you're not." Bubblegum said, placing herself next to me, against my side. "I didn't mean it."
"But it's true." I said.
"Are we really going to have another argument?" Bubblegum asked.
"We could just... not." I offered.
"That sounds much better."
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I have a secret that most people don't know. I'm a compulsive liar.
I don't tell big lies. Just small minor things. I didn't only live in the US and the UK. I've been all over the world. I speak almost every language known to man.
I never met Tarzan. He didn't actually exist. Or if he did, I was never aware. The movie itself did make me emotional, however.
I've been a liar since I was born. I built myself around lies. I've even lied to you.
Marshall and I haven't always been around each other. There was a period of about a thousand years where I completely ran away from home. That's when I traveled. China, Japan, Ireland, Scotland, Antartica, Mexico, Peru, Russia, Kenya, Libya, Egypt... so on and so forth.
I don't know why I felt the need to lie. I just never trusted anyone, not even Marshall, enough to tell whole truths all the time. Or maybe it was that I don't trust myself to get close enough to anyone to tell whole truths. Lies were a good way to keep people from capturing the whole picture in their judgemental eyes.
Lying was more a trait of mine, than a habit, at this point. Only I knew myself as Marceline, the Lying Queen. I bet that makes you wonder if my story is even trust worthy. My head as become so addled by my own lies that sometimes I sometimes forget what was the actual truth.
So, why am I telling you this? Well, this could all be a lie, of course. It's up to you what you choose to believe. Like a faith in God; believing in anything is a trust fall. It's probably not in your best interest to trust someone you've never met, espicially someone like me. I'm most definitely not trustworthy.
But in that case, is your God trustworthy either? If I'm not, than how can you prove he is? You can prove my words validity no more than you can prove his. And if we can't trust anything, why should I trust you with the truth? Why should I trust anyone with any truths?
But I'm rambling again.
I don't even understand the relevance of this, myself. Do you?
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rundownSabEr: Bro, bro, bro, bro. Bro. Bro. Patience, my bro.
Guest(...) : Regarding this soccer team/sweat question. She has a limiter, as explained before, yes? Let's reason that this limiter essentially makes her human, which I think it does, even if it is in appearance. So perhaps she doesn't go through the actual process of heating up and needing to cool down her body, but the limiter can sense that her body is doing extensive activity and must sweat in order to avoid suspicion. Her pops did spend a very long time on it, so it's gotta be pretty close to perfect, yeah?
Mel-Nonymous: If you remember, Tadaharu (how the hell did i even come up with that name?) said that it's gonna get worse before it gets better. So while it may seem bad for now, it shouldn't be horrible later in life. But who knows, maybe it'lll be a bit of an obstacle. I sure as hell don't know.
Here's The Plan: Oh my god. I always forget about POVs. Every single freaking time. I even re-read it once before I post it, and I always forget to add the stupid POVs. I apologize. I will try to remember them next time. And if I don't, everyone, just yell at me. Throw tomatoes and boo at me, because I'd deserve it.