These new Adventure Time Episodes are sure making me gayer for Marceline and Bonnibel.
Sorry for the cliff hanger in chapter two. (I'm not really all that sorry.)
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Chapter Three: Bye-Bye Bunny
Fionna came rushing into the bedroom just in time to kick the infected man off of Bonnibel. Once he fell back to the floor and struggled to get up, Fionna stomped her foot down on his skull, caving it in and smashing his brain. She kneeled down to Bonnibel, one hand under her head and the other underneath her back. She was careless though. She had forgotten one more important detail, Bonnibel's mother, but it was too late. She was already biting a chunk of flesh from Fionna's shoulder, tearing it off. She let out a blood curling scream before seeing a tall, dark figure barge into the room. It was a woman with long dark hair and sparkling green eyes with a black bandana covering the lower half of her face. She watched as the woman revealed a red axe and swung it to decapitate the already infected. The woman glared at Fionna, almost hesitating to move. Fionna held onto her bleeding shoulder as she looked at Bonnibel.
"Just do it, I don't want her to see me like this." Fionna begged the woman. "Please, protect her until she wakes up, that's all I ask." The woman nodded, agreeing to watch over Bonnibel. "And if she asks what I was going to tell her, just say ask Phoebe." The woman nodded once more as she kneeled down to be eye level with Fionna. She could tell by the look in those green eyes that the stranger was sorry.
The woman reached behind her and pulled out a small handgun with a silencer attached to the barrel, slowly raising it to Fionna's head and pulling the trigger.
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"Ow…" Bonnibel's eyes slowly opened as she regained consciousness. Her brain was pounding against her skull like it was about to explode. She managed to sit herself up and look about her surroundings. She was in her bedroom, and she has no memory of how she got there. She shifted her body off of the bed and her vision went dark for just a moment as she stood up. She left her bedroom, looking around the hallway for any sign of Fionna, or anyone for the matter. She looked down further and her eyes settled on her parent's bedroom door which was left slightly ajar, and that's when everything hit her all at once. Her father tried to, no, her infected father tried to eat her.
She was happy for a moment when she realized Fionna must have saved her. She stepped closer to the door and just before opening it an unfamiliar hand grabbed her wrist, stopping her. She quickly turned around expecting Fionna to be smiling back at her, but it wasn't. It was someone she'd never seen before, someone she didn't recognize. A tall and very pale woman with striking emerald eyes and a blood stained black bandana that covered her nose and mouth.
"Who the hell are you?" Bonnibel pulled her arm away from the strangers grip, reaching behind her to grab her pistol, which was missing from its place.
"I'm the reason you're still alive." The woman replied, staring down at Bonnibel. She rolled her eyes as she pulled Bonnibel's pistol out from her pants and handed it to her. "A simple thank you would suffice." Bonnibel reached for her gun, hesitating before stuffing it back in its rightful place.
"How long was I out for?"
"Only for about a day, you hit your head pretty bad in there." The woman tugged down on her bandana, revealing the lower half of her face. "What's your name? Your friend forgot to mention that part to me."
"Fionna! Where is she? Is she okay?" Bonnibel had no idea what happened after she hit her head, and she did not want to expect the worst. The hallway fell silent. Those sad, green eyes looked into Bonnibel's blue ones, and that's all she needed to know. Fionna was dead, and it was all her fault. Suddenly Bonnibel had the need to sit down. She hit her back against the wall and allowed her body to just fall down until her bottom met with the floor. "No… this can't be happening. She was going to tell me something, something really important and now I'll never know." Bonnibel hugged her knees and hid her face between them.
"She told me to uh, watch over you until you woke up." The woman sat down next to Bonnibel.
"You spoke to her? What did she say?" Bonnibel lifted her head up and locked eyes with stranger again.
"She was bitten, and she didn't want you seeing her like that. She asked me to uh… well you know. She also said something about asking some girl named Phoebe about what she was going to tell you? I guess she knows." Bonnibel quickly jumped to her feet once again, losing her vision for a short moment.
"I need to get back to my camp, everyone probably thinks I'm dead."
"I can take you back, you would just need to show me where to go." The woman stood up, wiping off her knees for no apparent reason. Bonnibel nodded in her direction before starting for the marble staircase. She rummaged through the medicine cabinet in the downstairs bathroom, luckily finding a few bottles of pills that will come useful in the future.
Bonnibel followed the stranger outside to only be met with a sandy colored horse with a white mane trailing down its neck. The woman swiftly jumped up onto the horse and offered a hand to Bonnibel.
"You've got to be kidding me." Bonnibel glared down the horse. "A horse, really?"
"James Baxter." Marceline patted the horse's neck. "Gives you the freedom of a motorcycle without the fuel. And motorcycles are loud and draw attention, so there's that. Come on, I'll help you up." The stranger waved her hand, waiting for Bonnibel to accept the offer.
"Like a horse doesn't draw attention." Bonnibel rolled her eyes, grabbing a hold of the girls hand as she lifted her up onto the back of Baxter.
It took the two an extra few hours to get back to camp on horseback, and it was practically dark outside by the time the school was in their view once again. It wasn't safe to travel at night and everyone knows that, your vision isn't the best and you could easily get attacked by a hoard of infected, or even raiders. Once at the front gates of the school, Bonnibel was thankful her feet could meet the familiar pavement once again. She turned to enter the school grounds but stopped herself to face her 'hero'.
"Uh, thank you. For the heroics and all. I appreciate it." Bonnibel crossed her arms as she looked up to the woman on the horse.
"It's no problem, really. It was the least I could do." The woman removed herself from the back of Baxter so she could stand in front of Bonnibel. She offered her hand to Bonnibel, seeing if she would accept the handshake. When she did, she gave a small smile to the blonde. "The name's Marceline, in case you were ever wanting to know."
"Bonnibel." Bonnibel sighed, looking past Marceline to the dark wasteland behind her. "Look, uh, it's dark outside and I'm sure you're familiar with how unsafe it is at night. Why don't you come in and stay for a night. It'll be my way of repaying you." Marceline nodded, grabbing a hold of the rope around Baxter. Bonnibel opened the gates to allow Marceline and her horse through and shutting it behind her. She noticed the truck sitting in its regular parking spot, and she was relieved to know they were still here. At least they made it fine.
Marceline tied her horse to one of the benches out in the front entrance of the school and continued to follow Bonnibel inside the building. Bonnibel assumed by this time of night, everyone was sitting in the cafeteria so that would be the best place to go first. She walked down the halls as Marceline followed behind. She watched Marceline out of her peripheral, making sure she wouldn't try anything.
It was true, she had no idea who this woman was, and why she was trusting her to bring her inside their camp was beyond her. The entire group have crossed paths with many free runners, none of whom were nice people. They were all like Phoebe, but worse.
"In here." Bonnibel stopped as she reached the double doors leading into the cafeteria. She placed her hand and pushed inward, opened the left side of the door. She was hoping they would hear her come in, but they didn't. She watched as everyone sat still in silence as they stared off into nothing. The only sounds coming from the crackling of the fire pit. "Ahem." Bonnibel cleared her throat, which probably wasn't such a smart idea.
Finn and Jake both busted out of their seats and swung their bodies around to point a gun at what they thought was an intruder. Bonnibel quickly threw her hands up by her head.
"Bu- Bonnibel?" Finn lowered his gun. "Oh my god." He ran up to the girl and hugged her, sighing in relief that she was still alive. "Are you okay? What happened? We looked everywhere for you and- Where's Fionna?" Finn pulled away to look at Marceline. He lowered his eyebrows at the stranger, unsure of whether or not he can trust her. "And who the hell is this?"
"This is Marceline. She uh… I'd be dead if it weren't for her." Bonnibel looked to the floor. Finn glared Marceline up and down before reaching out his hand. Marceline took it and awkwardly shook it. Finn nodded his head in appreciation to Marceline.
"And Fionna…?" Finn whispered. Just the name itself made Bonnibel burst into tears. She rested her head on Finns shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her once again. She about soaked his shirt as she cried. Once she calmed, she released herself from Finns grip.
"Where is Phoebe?" Bonnibel remembered what Marceline had told her previously.
"Right here." Phoebe approached the three, crossing her arms as she stood in front of Bonnibel and Marceline. It had been rather dark, but Bonnibel could notice her eyes were almost blood shot, as if she'd been crying. She glared Bonnibel down before averting her eyes to the tall, dark haired stranger whom she did not recognize. "Where's Fionna?" Her voice cracked.
"Phoebe… Fionna didn't make it, I'm sorry." Bonnibel apologized to the red head, her voice cracking quite a bit. "Marceline here, she was in the area and overheard our uh… predicament. I owe her my life." Suddenly Phoebe clutched her fists tight. Her eyes watered, but she was trying so hard to hold it back. She looked as if she was about to burst. She glared at Marceline with such fury that it was actually terrifying for anyone who was around. They could almost feel the heat radiating off of Phoebes body. One could hardly tell if she was angry, or wanting to cry. Maybe so angry she was crying?
It soon became obvious when everyone heard the sound of Phoebes hand making contact with the free runner's cheek. Phoebe slapped Marceline so hard it about turned her head backwards.
"Phoebe! She saved my life! If it hadn't been for her both of us would have turned! Would you rather us both gone than have one of us at least here?" Bonnibel stepped in front of Marceline, blocking from any more possible attacks from the red head.
"I'd rather Fionna here than you." Phoebe said with such disgust. If it hadn't been very obvious before that Phoebe didn't really like Bonnibel, it was now. Phoebe turned to walk away, but before she got far Bonnibel spoke up to stop her.
"She was about to tell me something, you know." This caught Phoebe's attention. She stopped in her place, but didn't turn around. "She said something about her and someone else, doing something I guess. She never did get the chance to tell me the rest." Bonnibel paused. "She said to ask you what she was going to say." Bonnibel crossed her arms. She watched as Phoebe turned her head around just enough so half her face was visible. She looked at Bonnibel out of the corner of her eye and smiled. Not a reassuring smile, not a happy or kind smile. No, there was a hint of darkness in that smile, like she knew something that Bonnibel didn't, and there was no way she was going to let that secret be known.
"I guess you'll never know, princess." With that, Phoebe was gone. She left to her own room and wasn't seen for the rest of the night.
Bonnibel closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing all her anger to leave her body. She took a second to calm herself before turning to face Marceline and Finn once again.
"I'm sorry about her. She can be… intense." Finn apologized to Marceline. "Oh and uh, thanks for saving Bonnibel. All of us are forever in debt to you." Marceline shrugged it off like it wasn't all that big of a deal. "I'm Finn by the way."
"Marceline, but you already knew that." Finn gave Marceline a warm smile. "Nice to meet you."
"And you. Well, I should get back to everyone." Finn took a step backwards but was soon stopped by Bonnibel.
"Hey Finn, wait." Finn gave his full attention to his leader. "Do you… Do you think we could go back in the morning? I- I don't feel right just leaving her there. She deserves a proper burial."
"Hey, P-bubs. Of course we can." Finn wrapped his arms around Bonnibel in a warming hug. "We all cared about Fionna, she was one of our best mates. I'll go with you tomorrow." Bonnibel returned the hug, giving him a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Bonnibel, please don't blame yourself for this. It wasn't your fault, it wasn't anyone's fault." Bonnibel sighed before nodding. No matter what Finn told her, she was always going to blame herself.
"Come on, Marceline. I'll show you where you'll be sleeping for the night. Sorry for the uh, unjustified slap. She kind of… does that." Bonnibel started down the hallway, motioning for the stranger to follow her.
"Ah, it's not a big deal. It is a bit odd though, I thought if you saved someone's life you got some sort of reward, not a slap to the face." Marceline joked. "Not that I'm asking for a reward or anything- I didn't mean to insinuate that I wanted to be like paid or anything I just-"
"Hey, calm down. It's alright." Bonnibel waved it off. "In here." She walked in her private room. "You're welcome to take my bed, I'm fine with the floor." She pointed over to a few blankets that laid on the floor for padding. "Sorry it isn't much."
"Nah, you can keep your bed." Marceline lifted herself up onto a desk. "I can sleep on the desks. I used to all the time in high school." Bonnibel raised an eyebrow at the woman as she tilted her head to the side. "My uncle, he was a teacher. I'd stay after school with him and take naps on the tables."
"Well, if you're okay with that then I guess I can't argue." Bonnibel approached Marceline as she sat on the desk. "May I take a look at your face?" Marceline looked a bit concerned at the question. Bonnibel realized she should specify what she meant, because she did word that funny. "Phoebe, she slapped you pretty hard. I just thought I should check for any signs of bruising or… something." Marceline nodded as she smirked at the blonde.
Bonnibel stepped closer. She rested her hand on the woman's jaw as she softly brushed her thumb across her cheek. She felt how smooth Marceline's face was, she felt how soft it was even though it was covered in dirt and dried blood. Bonnibel lingered for just a moment before realizing Marceline had been blushing just slightly. Yeah, Bonnibel should probably not be doing that. She moved her thumb up Marceline's cheek to gently put pressure under the woman's eye. The stranger winced at the pressure, locking her jaw tightly closed. Bonnibel took that as a sign to pull her hands away.
"Well, I don't think you'll have a black eye or anything. It is swollen just a bit however. Does your head hurt?" Marceline nodded "You should get some sleep then. It shouldn't hurt anymore in the morning, and the redness should be gone by then." Bonnibel stepped back from Marceline. "Look, I'm going to be straight forward here. We just lost one of our strongest members. It really affects us as a group. She made it easy to search for recourses and what not, so without her we are probably screwed." She paused for a moment as she twiddled her thumbs. "If you wanted to you can stay here, permanently. You seem like you can handle yourself quite well out there. We have food and water, places to sleep. We do have rules that you will have to abide by, but we aren't bad people." The room fell silent after Bonnibel had finished speaking.
"Thank you but… no." Bonnibels stomach dropped. She started to feel embarrassed that she even offered. "I mean, I've been on my own for over a year now. It's what I'm used to. Plus, everyone here is a stranger and I've already got an enemy among you." Marceline scratched the back of her neck. "I mean, yeah your boyfriend seemed like he-"
"Finn is not my boyfriend." Bonnibel quickly corrected Marceline.
"Oh, sorry I didn't mean to assume."
"No, it's okay. Surprisingly, I'm pretty sure he's got a thing for Phoebe."
"You mean the feisty red head that about broke my neck by slapping me?" Marceline laughed at the thought of the skinny kid having heart eyes for that woman. "So, no boyfriend?" A slight smile started to creep up on Marceline's face as if she'd heard the most wonderful news.
"What? No, why are you asking me this? I'm not even attracted to guys." Marceline leaned back on the desks, propping herself up with her arms as she smirked at the woman. "Don't look at me like that." Bonnibel started to blush at her embarrassment. Marceline let out a soft chuckle before she laid herself back with her hands underneath her head.
"Goodnight, Bonnibel." Marceline whispered before quickly drifting off into her sleep. Bonnibel mimicked the woman as she laid herself down in her makeshift bed, except she didn't sleep. She couldn't, because every time she closed her eyes Fionna flooded her nightmares.