Henchman

With Fionna and Cake

A/N: Hey guys! I'm gonna try to get back to my usual schedule or updating. But then again, the faster you guys reach my goal the faster I update. Please, don't forget to share your thoughts, I really appreciate hearing them, even if you do it by PM. Now, let's get back to Fionna and Marshall.

I have no idea why Marshall started flying really high again. I told him I don't like flying high because I don't want to fall, OK only the falling part. But before we got to the lady's house where Marshall sucked the red from her scarf he flew lower because I told him I didn't want to fall. And now he's flying just as high as before, and I'm back to clinging to him like Cake does when I hold her over the Bathtub.

"Glob, I can't tell if Marshall's, or if it's. What is wrong with this dude?" I thought to myself as Marshall flew the two of us off to do another act of "evil". "I mean he makes it look like he's all evil and junk and it looks like he's a really bad guy. Then he totally flips everything upside down and everything's OK. I don't think my brain can survive a whole lifetime of this."

Marshall looked down at me, my face once again all "thinky" as I tried to make sense of all this henchman junk.

"Yo Bunny," Marshall said to draw my attention, "you thinkin' about how high up we are?"

"N-no, I'm not." I answered real nervously.

Marshall had reminded me of how high we were flying, and I didn't need a reminder of that. Just looking down made me think about what would happen if I fell. I would scream and yell, flailing my arms like a chicken trying to fly before splatting on the ground below. There was no way I would let that happen, so I clung to Marshall again, stuffing my face into his shirt once more. That must have given Marshall some sick twisted idea because what happened wasn't cool of him at all.

"Come on Bunny, you know I wouldn't let you fall."

Fall came out more like faaaaaaaall because Marshall tripped. Don't ask me how you can trip while flying, but he did and he accidentally dropped me. After "tripping" Marshall did a little front flip and I flew out of his arms because he was only holding me from underneath and the shock of the trip made me lose my grip on him. I went flying forward a bit before I started to fall. I was right, I did scream a lot and try to fly like a chicken. I twisted and tumbled in the air while I tried to regain my balance. I quickly lost track of which direction was up and which was down. Somewhere during the fall my hat came off my head and my backpack came off. I don't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing that we were up so high. The good part was that I was falling for a really long time, or is that a bad thing. Well the other bad thing was that even if I found a way to fix this it wouldn't matter because no matter how I hit the ground I would be Fionna pizza.

I lost track of how long I was falling, and I soon found that it was useless to try to fight against the, what's it called gravy? No it's gravity, yea it was useless to fight gravity. I closed my eyes and thought about everyone and how I wouldn't get to say good bye to any of them. That made me cry a bit, OK a lot. Just as I got to about 1 treehouse away from the ground I stopped falling. The wind had stopped trying to yank off my face, my guts still felt like they weren't in the right spots anymore though. Something whipped my tears so I opened my eyes to find out what. After I opened my eyes and blinked away some of my tears I got a clear view of my rescuer.

"See Bunny, I told you I wouldn't let you fall."

Yup, the first thing I saw after opening my eyes was a smirking vampire. You know what I did to thank him? I punched him in the cheek.

"What was that for?!" I yelled after socking the guy in the face. "I actually thought I was going to die, why would you do that?"

"To show you that I would catch you, and that you didn't have to worry. Glob that one hurt." He replied.

I had no idea what to do. I mean yea Marshall almost dropped me, but he did catch me. I wanted to punch him again, but I didn't know what that would do. I sat there in Marshall's arms just staring at him. He wasn't paying attention to me anymore, he was focusing on his cheek that I kinda smushed. Once again Marshall did something to make everything seem bad, and made everything alright again. I did the only thing I could think of, I apologized.

"Sorry." I said quietly.

"Hm," Marshall said turning his attention back to me, "what was that Bunny?"

"I-i-i said I'm sorry." I said louder this time. I refused to look at Marshall's face because if I did I knew I would get teased for the red now painted on my face.

"Sorry for what?" Marshall asked the teasing tone in his voice now gone.

"For everything, for punching you just now, for slapping you a few weeks ago, for making you worry about me, for thinking you were a bad guy just because you're a vampire, just, everything."

Now I'm usually not an emotional person. I beat something up and don't shed a tear doing so. But that's only when it comes to fighting. When you drag me into emotional bizz, well it's like trying to drag Cake outside when it's raining, it's crazy hard to do, and if you did do it Cake would just stand there completely still only stopping to hiss at the clouds. In other words it's just awkward for everyone. The reason I was being all emotional was because it felt like my heart was going to explode if I didn't let out some of this feelings stuff.

"Fionna," Marshall replied, "you don't need to apologize. Come on, stop crying and let's go do some more evil."

I wiped up any snot and or tears left over from my emotional explosion and nodded letting Marshall know it was OK to keep flying. I didn't really pay much attention to what happened the next few minutes. The two of us just flew on in awkward silence.

A graveyard soon came into view and we landed there. The whole place looked like it came from an ancient black and white movie. Everything was grey, the grass, the dead trees, the stone steps covering the hills, the tombstones, both the broken and the whole ones, even the sky seemed greyer now. As I looked around I soon noticed something was wrong, and I don't just mean the whole dead feeling I got from the place.

"Marshall?" I asked still quiet and a little shaken from my emotion explosion from earlier.

"What's up this time Bunny?" Marshall answered.

"Where's my hat, and my backpack?"

"Heh," Marshall chuckled at my question, "why do you think it took me so long to catch you. I didn't think your hat and backpack were gonna fall off, so I had to take the extra time to fetch them. I was kinda hoping you wouldn't remember for a while, I like your hair down like that."

Marshall stopped and used his magic, demon, vampire, powers to grab my hat and backpack from nowhere. I guess that explains how he just has his guitar one moment and it's gone the next. Marshall hands me my bag and stuffs the hat on my head, doing a very poor job of it too. I had to take a moment to readjust my hat and shove my hair into it and sling the bag around my shoulders. Marshall looked around a bit, he looked like he was thinking about some time a long time ago where this whole place wasn't so depressing.

"Wow, this place has really lost its life, and I don't just mean all the dead dudes here either. I think I can fix that though." Marshall claimed as he examined an old broken tombstone.

"So what does he mean this time?" I thought silently in my head. "Are we going to garden, or landscape? No Marshall wouldn't do something like that, he probably has some skeleton dude to do it for him. Maybe," My thoughts trailed on but they were interrupted by Marshall's evil sounding chanting.

"Corpses buried in mud that's black, I command you to come back!"

At the last word Marshall thrust his arm up into the air and the ground around us started to shake. One by one skeletons started to claw their way out of their graves to surround Marshall and I. They were saying some weird junk I couldn't understand, it sounded kinda like Murrrmerr murmur. Murblurhmur muhr. Some of the skellies had shields, others had scabbards and swords, some had spears, a few had a helmet or a chest plate, and some were just bare bones. Ha get it, bare bones. OK really bad jokes for a later time. Marshall stood in the middle of his mini skeleton army with his arms raised evilly laughing at the sky. I stood there next to him not moving a muscle trying to decide weather to re-kill all of the skeletons or go along with whatever crazy thing Marshall was planning.

"Mwah ha ha!" Marshall shouted towards the sky before looking down to stare at my face again. "Are you ready to help me lead a killer army or the undead Bunny?"

I looked around nervously to check my odds against the whole army, plus Marshall. They weren't good. But I still couldn't help lead and army of evil things. I'm a hero I kill that junk no help it.

"Never!" I exclaimed standing on my tiptoes to get in Marshall's face better. "I won't help you do anymore evil!"

"Oh yea?" Marshall challenged.

Bad news for me, Marshall can also control the skeletons, not just summon them. Marshall snapped his fingers and the grave behind me shook to life and a skeleton popped out and pinched my butt.

"AHHH!" I screamed very girly.

I jumped like 50ft. the air because I was startled by the skeleton. I came down and landed in Marshall's arms. Man, I always seem to land there don't I.

"So Bunny," Marshall started already sounding victorious, "do you still refuse to help me?"

"O-o-ok I'll d-d-do it." I said quickly and rushed.

"Mwah ha ha! Then let's get going!" Marshall cheered happily. "Wait, did you hear that?"

Marshall turned around, and I look in the same direction to. I thought I was a quick flash of while and cream, but I didn't see anything other than that quick look so I didn't think much of it. Neither did Marshall so he just turned back around to continue giving commands.

"All troops in formation!" He cried like Cornel Candy Corn.

All of the skeletons got in rows. I could then see that there were 12 skeletons in total, and I didn't want to think of what things we would require 12 "soldiers" to do.

"Excellent!" Marshall praised his troops. "Now, right turn!"

All 12 skeletons turned exactly, well around 90° to the right. I say around because I'm not the best at math.

"Forward march!" Marshall yelled. Marshall then turned to me and grabbed my wrist. "Come on Bunny, we can't let them beat us to the site of our next evil scheme!"

Marshall then dragged me off after the army of bones towards where ever your next evil scheme will take place.

A/N: Wow, this one is shoooort. I'm sorry for that, I just wanted to get this up as soon as possible and I've got a mountain of homework I need to try to move. I've been working on this for the past few days and I didn't want to keep you guys waiting any longer. I can't guarantee the next chapter will be up in the next few days, most likely on Friday or Saturday, like I said mountain of homework. I've only been able to work on this during breaks so I kept losing my train of thought. Hopefully next time I'll be able to do a chapter in one sitting like I usually do. Anyway, like I said I will most likely post the next chapter on Friday or Saturday, but I won't post until you guys reach my goal of 4 more follows, favorites, reviews, or a mix. (I think 5 was a bit hard for you guys, it took you a while longer than usual). Anyway, see ya later!