[Well, this chapter is... a lot different from anything I've ever written. And I'm not sure that I'll ever write another one like it. You'll see why.]
Cake raced Fionna over to the candy kingdom. Fionna's dress billowed in the wind as she launched herself off of her sister's back. She landed quietly and peeked through the curtain, her nerves raking at her from the inside. The room was full of candy people, but the one person that caught her eye was a guy. Pale grey complexion, black shaggy hair that sat in all the right places, red plaid shirt. As he leisurely floated backward, he saw her peeking through the curtain. She waved at him, and when he stuck out his tongue and made the 'rock on' signal with his hand, her nervous feeling went away. She felt drawn to him, but as she was about to take a step inside, she couldn't move. She couldn't control her muscles as her head turned to see the Prince. She struggled to look at Marshall again, but the rest of the room disappeared except for Gumball. A bad feeling engulfed her as his smile grew wider and wider. "I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU." His voice was too loud, it hurt her ears.
"Well, here I am." Her voice was quiet and feeble. He led her back outside the curtain, and a feeling of dread grew inside her. Fionna had relived this moment many times.
"HA, HA! HEY, I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING." The lighting on his face became more and more dramatic.
"Okay." He took her hand and led her up the stairs curving around the outside of the tower.
Cake saw them going up the stairs. "Oooooh! Okay girl, I'll see ya later!" The cat headed inside to join the rest of the party. Every inch of Fionna's body screamed as she tried to resist, but she was unable to even frown. He gestured into the open door.
Stop.
But something else was controlling her. She was facing his bed, with rose petals littered on the floor. "What? Hey… Is this your bedroom?" She turned back to face him just as he closed the door behind him.
"Fionna…" Gumball's voice was quieter now, but that didn't make her feel any better. His fingers found the top button of his shirt and undid it. "I have a mission for you." Her body moved against her will, her arms slowly reaching up to the second button on his shirt.
Do something!
She couldn't. Only one tear managed to escape her eye, but he didn't take notice. Her hands still undid the buttons. He smirked in satisfaction. She couldn't call for her sister, or for anybody else. All of the buttons on his shirt were undone now, and it slipped onto the ground. His overly sweet smell invaded her nostrils as her hands were magnetized to his bare chest, their eyes locked for a moment. He gently pushed her back further into the room and slipped off her hat. Her hair fell to the floor, and as she was being pushed closer to the bed, it was being stepped on and pulled. He reached around to unlace the back of the dress.
Wake up!
She was back against the wall beside the bed. Fionna was really beginning to hate the colour pink that surrounded her. Just then, the door burst open. And it was someone very unexpected. He glared at Gumball with red eyes, his converse shoes stepping into the room. Fionna wanted to cry out to him, but still had no control over herself. "And just what do you think you're doing, Bonamy?" Marshall asked before cracking his neck, teeth bared. Gumball tripped over the bed in fear, breaking the spell he had over Fionna. She reached up to hold the top of her dress loosely against her chest, regaining control of her body. The prince stuttered, but couldn't form a sentence. The feeling of dread left the girl as Marshall got nearer and nearer. He grabbed Gumball around the throat with one hand and lifted him. Marshall floated him out past the staircase, into the midnight breeze. "She's my good little girl. Not yours." The vampire dropped the prince, and from Fionna's angle, it looked like he had fallen to the ground. The vampire looked back at her with his red eyes, nearly expressionless except for a hint of concern. "You okay?" She nodded, but she was lying. He floated over to her and tied the back of her dress back up. He picked up her hat and slipped it on top of her hair, which was still falling around her frame, dragging the rose petals around on the floor. She felt relieved, even though Gumball was probably lying broken on the ground below. He began to leave the room.
"Wait!" Fionna yelled after him. He turned to face her quickly. "Thank you." He floated back over to her, and they stared into each other's eyes. Fionna felt safe and warm, even though she was staring into a pair of eyes that had probably struck fear into the hearts of many. Suddenly his lips were on hers, and although it was surprising, she didn't flinch or protest. His arms were around her neck and her hands were running through his hair. After a little while that felt like a long time, he broke the kiss.
"Don't mention it."
Fionna woke with a loud gasp, shooting up so quickly that her cocoon sleeping bag fell off. She was shaky and sweaty. That dream was different from the ones she usually had. But why Marshall, of all people? It had been a recurring dream every night since the Gumball Ball, and each time it was a little bit different. Sometimes she would wake up earlier, sometimes she would have to watch the whole dream play out. Sometimes the dream would start off earlier, happier. Sometimes Ice Queen appeared and just watched. Or she would just rip off her disguise halfway through, but she wouldn't stop. Usually, nobody came to save her. Nobody was there to make her feel better. And she would usually wake up screaming. Fionna wasn't sure how she felt about the dream. Especially the part where Gumball died. But it felt better than it normally did. Warm sunrays fell across her face, and the clock in her room told her that it was noon. She had slept about four hours. She sighed and flopped back down into her bed, the ears of her hat brushing the headboard. Cake was still asleep, and for that, Fionna was glad. There was no way Fionna was falling back asleep after a dream like that. She quietly got dressed for the day, packed her bag, and grabbed an umbrella before she ran out the door.
[Getting good, huh? This was odd for me to write, and I didn't want anyone reading this over my shoulder. But I'm hoping you guys appreciate it. I will consider ideas if you're willing to send them in, although they might not get incorporated for a while.
To SamhainKillz1223: That was technically a kiss. So there! *Runs out of room with noodle arms*]
