A/N: Here, have another one because I'm nice.

:)

It was a funny thing, it was. Marceline and Bonnibel were sat in the living room together, hand in hand like they did everyday, when a wave of excruciating pain crossed over the older girl. Apparently, the same had happened to bonnibel because she was now on the floor, crying her eyes out. Ironically, it pained Marceline to see her like this but she couldn't help, her arms stung and ached when ever she moved them and she was stuck in the same position as her heart began to tear itself apart inside her chest.

There was a scream from the kitchen and then, Marshall stumbled in through the door, clutching at his side and his teeth gritted together almost painfully. Oh the irony of it all.

"M-Marshall what the...f-fuck is...happening to us?" She managed to hiss out, her eyes now shut tight because the light from outside was apparently too much for her eyes to handle.

"Th-The master...is...FUCK!" When Marceline finally managed to wrench her eyes open all she could focus on was the way Bonnibel's body was twitching uncontrollably, the way her eyes were as black as night, the way there was blood trickling from the corner of her mouth and the way the same thing was happening to Marshall, and herself.

There was a single long, high pitched scream that seemed like it was coming from actually inside her head before it stopped. It all stopped. The pain, the ringing in her head, the way her body jerked everything. She could still taste the coppery, metallic blood in her mouth as she very slowly got up off the floor. Funny, she hadn't gotten onto the floor. She also hadn't gone into a giant white room with blood splattered across the walls and the word Killer written on the floor in what seemed like black ink.

So ironic.

No POV (B)

Bonnibel finally stopped crying when she realized the suffering had stopped, as soon as that. She immediately noticed the change in location and managed to rasp out Marceline's name, and then, just to be sure, Marshall's.

She very slowly stood, taking in the rooms beauty. It was all white except for the occasional yellow or pink butterfly that had been painted onto the walls. Following the trail of butterfly's up the wall she noticed that on the ceiling had the word innocent painted on it in black.

"M-Marceline?" she tried again, looking around for a door. There wasn't any.

No POV (M-L)

Marshall pushed himself off of the floor with great force. He spat a mouthful of blood onto the pristine white floor before looking around the room, wondering why someone had -written the word Mysterious on the wall in front of him, and question marks cluttered together around it, spreading out to scatter across the room.

He licked his lips, getting even more of the taste of blood in his mouth.

"What is this?" He growled, pounding the wall with his fists to try and get out. "Where are the others!" His blood splattered slightly onto the wall.

(M)

"I'm no killer." Marceline breathed, now sat in a corner where there was considerably less blood than any of the others. She had now tried an estimated 15 attempts to get out of the room, one including taking the ring off and trying to turn into her other form.

Didn't work.

"This is pointless." She sighed and raised herself up so she was standing, taking another look around the room.

It was then that she noticed it, the blood was now slowly dripping off the walls. She hadn't noticed any sudden change in temperature and she had already checked the blood before, it was dry.

"What the-" The blood began to trickle down quicker now, the word above her seemed to be the source of the flow but she could do nothing about it.

She was trapped.

(B)

Bonnibel had been far too indulged in staring into space that she hadnt seen the flutter of the wings on one of the butterflys or the slow crawl towards the floor from the another.

The pinkette only looked up when she heard the small flap, and felt the tiny creature pass her head. To be honest, she shouldn't have been that scared. Only, she was. She was terrified; where the old 'Drawings' had been there seemed to be more growing.

Every single one of them began to swoop down, as if attacking Bonnibel. One even almost flew into her mouth, making her squeal and curl into a ball.

(M-L)

Marshall had almost immediately gone through the big, black door that appeared after numerous attempts to smash his way out.

It lead him the exact same room only, a different door at a different angle. He went through that one again and yet another appeared.

After going through different doors for a while something caught his eye, himself going through a door and closing it shut. He ran to that door and once again he was put into another different angle where he could see another Marshall go through another door.

"What the hell?" He half shouted, half whined as he followed himself again.

(M)

"Okay, this is bad. Extremely bad." The blood was now coming up to her ankles and were no doubt staining her shoes and the bottom of her jeans.

No matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't help but worry about Bonnibel, and if she was experiencing the exact same thing. And then there was Marshall, who could very well be in her situation as well.

"Fuck me," She muttered as the blood quickened, now up to her shins. "Why of all things does it have to be blood?" She didn't dare move, in case something popped out of the red liquid or if she fell down a bottomless, blood filled, pit.

"Come on...cant i do anything?" Another scan around the room, her 35th to be exact, showed nothing, just more and more blood coming up to her knees. It was weird, and creepy, to be knee deep in blood. It felt wrong. Like she was in living hell.

"Or...Or a nightmare..?" It hit her like a ton of bricks, her worst nightmare was where she was drowned in a bath full of blood. Blood of people she knew. "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!"

(B)

bonnibel was now officially being attacked, by the most gorgeous creatures, in her opinion, on earth.

It was wierd, she vaguelly recalled dreaming about being suffocated by a giant butterfly when she was little. Or maybe she didnt.

"Come on marceline," She gasped, her breathe running out quickly as the ammout of insects there were in the room now. "Help..me.."

(M-L)

Marshall was confused, stressed and most of all a little bit crazy. He had been running between each door like a madman for what seemed like forever. His hands were shaking and his eyes stung badly. There was very little room for any more doors now but, amazingly they were still appearing.

He hated being stuck in a maze, just like he hated puzzles. Ever since he was eight and had a bad dream about being stuck with...a maniac. Exactly what he had become. He swallowed hard, a massive wave of paranoia washing over him as he looked around hurriedly, backing into a door and trying not to follow the sounds of his own footsteps. It was incredibly hard seeing as he couldnt predict where the other Marshall would appear.

It was exactly when the footsteps stopped that he felt a tear roll down his cheek, he was absolutely terrified.

Especially when they started again, slowly at first as if he was trying to find someone or, probably himself.

(M)

Marceline was now neck deep in blood. It was a wierd to say that in her head. But all of this wierd.

"Fucking hell, someone help me now or i swear i'll...i'll...drown to death." She ended with a defeated sigh, she had been crying for a while now. The tears mixing with the red pool.

It was only when the blood went over her mouth and nose that she knew, she had to swim to the top. Her arms and legs flailed around, helping her to take a deep breath at the top.

"Help me.." She gasped, blood pooling into her mouth as the roof began to get closer and closer to her head.

It was worrying, the way the blood kept coming out of the roof when she was already at the top, the blood now inching its way over her closed eyes. She kept questioning whether or not Bonnibel was already dead or safe and alive. For her own sake, she decided for the latter.

She was now completely under water, if you could even call it that, her breath running short and her eyes shut so tightly that it hurt.

(B)

Her breaths came out short and ragged as she ran out of oxygen. The whole situation was ridiculous yet horrific at the same time. Like a clown with a knife, running after you as weird circus music floated into your ears.

Creepy right?

She screamed when, finally, the moths got through her barrier she had made with her arms. They brushed against her face and once again, a moth flew into her mouth.

(M-L)

He had completely gone mad, listening to the other Marshall hum and call his name, banging on doors and even went to grab him as he walked past a tiny crack in between two of them

"C'mon Marshall, don't you want to play?" It was a sick, twisted, deranged version of his voice. Marshall was now officially mental, not trusting anything or himself.

He very slowly squeezed through a gap and was met with Marshall number two who grabbed his neck and held him up against the door, a cartoon of a smile plastered on his face.

"Goodbye Marshall-lee.." He would like to have said that he punched him or at least screamed but instead he just flailed about like a fish out of water.

And then, they were all in a white hall. Marceline covered in blood, Bonnibel gasping for air with tears streaming down her face and Marshall stood in the corner, bags under his eyes and a paranoid expression on his face.

"Th-That was...the...worst...experience e-ever..." Bonnibel managed, clutching her chest and rolling onto her back. Marceline just fell to her knee's blood splattering all over the floor.

"H-He's after me...h-h-help..me..." Marshall squeaked, dropping down onto the floor and going into the foetal position.

"It was what you dreamt up...apparently only one of you caught on." A voice boomed over none existent speakers.

"Not a dream, a nightmare." Marceline spat, blood pouring out of her mouth.

"Yes well, i just thought i ought to let you know what living hell is like, seeing as you lot will be living there in a few days." And then, they were back in the living room, Marshall's hair less dishevelled as it had been before, Bonnibel's lungs feeling better again and Marceline clean of any blood.

They all stared at each over before each telling the others what had happened, starting with Bonnibel and ending with Marceline.

"Let's not talk about this again, i don't think i can ever re-live it. Ever."

"Agreed."

"Ditto."

A/N: Can i just say that i have been in a situation like Marshall's and yeah, y'know what I'm talking about don't you? Those heart racing, chest tightening, stomach hauling situations where you literally couldn't think of anything worse. So...Marshall's nightmare is my nightmare and yaay I'm terrified of mazes. -.-

-Joker (see I'm doing it! wait, that sounds wrong...)