Hello, all. Microblue here with a brand new Marcibel story. They're My OTP, as well as the first ship I ever came to know & ship. While looking for the past friendship between Marceline & Simon, I stumbled upon this ship & this fascinating shipping underworld. This ship is legendary because even the cast & crew ship lt. I absolutely love the romance & suspense that these two share. If you don't understand the ship, I'll elaborate. In the episode, 'What Was Missing', Marcy sings a song to Bonnie. "Why do I want to?", "I'm gonna drink the red from your pretty, pink face." & "Am I not sweet enough for you?", are all hints about Marcy's feelings. She blushed when she found out that PB kept the shirt that she gave her awhile back. She didn't actually lose anything; or did she? She also intentionally ruined Finns chances with PB & called her boring to try to get him to stop liking her. She's the only person to call PB, 'Bonnibel' (her actual name). In, 'I Remember You', Marceline appears jealous when the Ice King sings about his feelings for Bubblegum, yet she is passive when he sings about the other princesses. Finally, they're both single. What could lt all mean? Don't hesitate to send Me your own fan fiction. I love reading them. This story takes place in My hometown, which I love & always aspire returning to. Marceline lives in the apartment building by Broadway where My cousins lived. Bubblegum lives in the TMC mansion. Let Me know what you think. Now, without further ado, the story:
Welcome to Astoria, Queens, a cozy, riverside, suburban town founded by the great John Jacob Astor IV a century ago. It was the year 1998 in a brisk Autumn. New York City was really beautiful during this time of year, but then again, lt always was. The air was cool, the wind was calm & the night was peaceful, filled only with the ambience of passing cars.
Cut to the Astoria World Manor, on Astoria Boulevard. This large mansion belonged to the wealthy, intelligent & moderately famous Bubblegum family. In one of the bedrooms on the second floor usually slept the Bubblegums' only daughter "Princess" Bonnibel Bubblegum, who usually went by her surname. She was twelve years old, but had very long pink hair & a tiara. She very much enjoyed science, much like her parents, often working diligently to invent new, clever devices. She was sweet, kind & polite, even to the point of gullibility.
Over in a big brown apartment building on Broadway lived a lonely girl in a fairly average apartment. She had a father, just a father, though he was never home or prominent in her life. This was "Queen" Marceline Abadeer. She was pale skinned (though not quite albino) & had long, black hair like a raven. She loved music, parcticularly punk-rock, because lt matched with her dark personality. She loved being mischievous & playing pranks on others, in order to make her feel better about herself. But more than anything else, she lived for slasher movies. She appearred a bit older than the thirteen-year-old girl that she was. Tonight, she left her empty apartment on her old, worn motorcycle to hang out at the Astoria Heights Playground, the place where she had met her friends Finn & Jake. She rarely ever saw them there though & usually just went to chill by herself & maybe enjoy some drizz from the nearby corner stores.
Back at the mansion, Princess Bubblegum was exhausted, overworked. She had been working without break on her experiments for the duration of the night, to impress her parents. She was working with electrolysis, but just wasn't getting anywhere. In search of relief, she ponderred over the idea of escaping for some time, to clear her mind. Her parents could be a bit overbearing at times & she never really had the opportunity to do anything rebellious. She made some convincing arguments to herself in favor of this exhilarating new plan.
'It feels so... dirty. But, I need some liberty, some independence.'.
Finally, she decided to go through with the plan. It was 11:01 PM & going through every possible scenario in her head, she concluded that there was no way that her, "progenitors", could find out about her daring escape, namely because she went through the precaution of setting up a convincing makeshift dummy in her bed, should the doomsday scenario ever be triggerred. Still, she couldn't help but be hesitant as she grudgingly snuck through the corridors of the old, enormous house & out the least frequented side door. To adventure.
;Update: I said I would revise these stories after I completed them. While extremely late, I am a man of My word. So I have revised & editted every chapter. Unfortunately, no, this does not mean ;I will continue updating My stories any time soon. But send some encouragement & we'll see what happens. One thing I will never do is forget. And I won't quit either.