"YOU GUYS! MARSHALL LEE IS GONNA PLAY A SONG, YOU GUYS!" LSP shouted as they approached the stage. Marshall spun the guitar around so that instead of hanging on his back, it sat at his hip, waiting to be played. The entire party cheered his name. His hands automatically went to the chords for his latest song. It was still unfinished, but he was pretty good at improvisation. Fionna stood beside him awkwardly.
"Follow my lead." He whispered to her. He began to play the chords, and little skeleton butterflies in the crowd backed him up with their little ukuleles. He struck a few poses, waiting for her to copy before moving to the next, and with the last pose he began to wiggle his butt.
"Hey!" Fionna said playfully before shoving him off balance. He began to play the song, floating in midair.
"Good little girl," He sang, noticing that Fionna and Cake were lending their voices to the song. "Always picking a fight with me, you know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night with me," Fionna must've told Cake to be nice to him beforehand. Cake grew in size until she was standing on Fionna's head, wearing her hat. Fionna's hair fell to the stage, which Marshall was sure every man in the crowd melted at the sight of. Cake was now shaped like her sister, dancing as she pleased. "What…Do you want, from my world, you're a good little girl." Marshall threw down his guitar and floated up to Cake. He grabbed her gently and began to twirl around in a dance. The ukuleles were still backing up the song, and Fionna began to sing.
"Bad little boy," the crowd cheered for their favourite hero. Even Marshall was impressed by her singing voice. And her ability to just jump into a song she didn't know. "That's what you're acting like. I really don't buy… That you're that kind of guy." As Marshall spun Cake around in a dance that both of them were wary of, he noticed a group of ghosts floating above the trees, spectating. Wendell, BooBoo, and Georgina. If they saw that he was being a nice guy… Marshall endured a split second of panic. They were probably here to spectate upon the ruler of the vampires, and they would probably report back to the Nightosphere. Marshall really wasn't in the mood to cause another uprising, so he had to think fast. "And, if you are," Marshall rolled cake smoothly into a dip. Her eyes were closed, while he let himself slide into autopilot, his eyes red pupils surrounded by black. Hopefully it would be just enough to get the ghosts off of his trail. He knew that he would regret it. "Why do you want to hang out with me?" He hissed and bared his teeth, and Fionna ran over to save her sister. Marshall floated upwards, laughing. Even though that was the opposite of what he wanted to do when he saw the hurtful look that Fionna was giving him and the angry, disappointed look from Cake. The moonlight illuminated his silhouette.
"Don't you know I'm a villain?" He closed his eyes leaned back comfortably as if he were lying on a floor. "Every night I'm out killin', Sendin' everyone running like children?" That part wasn't necessarily true. He was torn between showing off for Fionna and showing off for his fellow demons. "I know why you're mad at me. I've got demon eyes," He opened them to let everybody in the crowd see him, menacing and fierce. "And they're staring right through your anatomy." He began to twist in the air, floating back down to the stage. "Into your deepest fears, baby I'm not from here. To me you're clear, transparent." He landed daintily on the stage in front of them. "You've got a thing for me girl, it's apparent."
Cake ran up in front of him, yelling "Oh! OH!" She pushed him out of the way, and began to sing her own song about potatoes or something. She started to wiggle her butt to the crowd, and Fionna walked up to Marshall. She didn't look mad. She had probably just assumed he was playing around, as he usually was.
"You're not so bad, you know." Fionna had tucked her hair back into her hat. Again, Marshall was surprised how much hair she could hide in there.
The ghosts could probably still hear him. "Not so bad, huh? I'm the son of a demon. And, the Vampire King. It's not something I have to try at." It was pretty easy to be either way for Marshall, really. He was Chaotic neutral. But his default setting was supposed to be evil. "You on the other hand…" He was unsure if he could tell her the reasons he was acting out. Would it scare her? He didn't want to tell her that he was in love with her. Or that he was scared for her safety. He was really confused as to what he should do at the current moment in time.
"I'm not trying to be bad. I'm hanging out with you because you're my friend." The way she accentuated 'friend'… He was pretty deep into the friend zone. But he was the Vampire King. Maybe he could charm his way out of it.
He pulled out another Cream puff, the white dust coating his fingers. "What, like him?" He blew the icing sugar into Fionna's face. She sputtered and waved the air around her head.
"No! Different!" She lunged at him, but he stepped out of the way. She corkscrewed to the ground. So…even though she felt weird around Gumball, she still liked him. Marshall was confused, the only part he understood was that she was either playing hard to get, or actually didn't feel that way about Marshall. With a smile, Fionna kicked his feet out from under him.
"Oh, No!" He said sarcastically, floating on his back casually. As he laughed, he wondered whether this little fight was helping or hindering him regarding the Ghost Gang. But it was a mistake to let your guard down around Fionna. An elbow dug into his stomach, flattening him on the ground. Out of reflex, he kicked. His foot collided with the Adventuress's face, sending her sliding across the stage. The Ghost Gang was still watching. Everybody was. The trio were up on stage. The skeletal butterflies stopped playing, leaving silence for the vampire to chuckle. It hurt him to hurt her, but if he didn't display his dominance, he feared that she would be hurt a lot worse.
[It's difficult trying to figure out where to cut these chapters. I'm sorry. I just always try to keep them anywhere from 1000 words to 1400 words, so that they're a decent size. More will come soon. Don't worry. IT'S OKAY.
Hah. Being funny. Hah.]