A/N: Okay, everyone, here it is, the climax of the story! (I guess you could call it that.) Anyway, I've gotten a few really good ideas from Goth-Girl-Surana, and I've decided to use one of them. Guys, I don't want to add any O.C.'s (original characters) for this story. Not because I don't think it's a good idea, but I've just gotten too far into the story, you know? (And truth be told, I'm kinda scared to use them at the moment.) But I definitely expect to use some O.C.'s in future stories. Right now, I think this idea will greatly curve the story for the better. Now, ladies and gentlemen, the moment we've all been waiting for...(applause)

Chapter 17- Third Person (I'm mixing it up a bit!)

"Stop! You're squeezing my guts out! Ah!" Fiona shouted, gripping the headboard until her knuckles were white.

"Just hold on, baby, you're almost there!" Cake said reassuringly, but Fiona shook her head, gritting her teeth.

At last, the corset was on. Fiona breathed out in relief, wiping the sweat from her brow. Cake let go of the strings and fell back on the bed, anxious; she got this way every time Fiona shouted, but the dress wouldn't fit without the corset. She could hear Fiona panting and chuckled to herself.

"Oh, sweetheart, the worst is over, but it's only just begun," Cake remarked, and Fiona groaned, leaning against the dented headboard. It was the day of the ball, and Fiona had finally found a dress to Cake's liking. Yet the color was an extremely difficult choice to make, and she wasn't so sure she was making a good choice.

So they spent the next hour putting on her dress and perfecting her hair and makeup. Meanwhile, at Prince Gumball's kingdom...

"No no no no no no no..." Marshall muttered, running his hands through his black hair. He was at Gumball's lab with Flame Prince, Bonnie, whom he had been introduced to that morning, and Marceline, who was grinning deviously.

"I'm afraid so, Marshall," Gumball said, holding back a laugh. He glanced again at the clipboard, which held the results for the DNA test. Marshall looked at Marceline and Flame Prince, who were holding hands. Marshall narrowed his eyes, doing his new duty; protecting his younger sister from single guys.

Bonnie squealed with joy- it seemed Bubba had created a girl to his liking. That was a year's supply of taunting. Remember, kids, Daddy had to make Mommy. If Daddy wasn't a brilliant biologist, you wouldn't exist! Marshall chuckled to himself.

"Oh, Marcy, we just have to go shopping for dresses! I haven't picked mine out yet, I've only had a physical form for a few days, and you've just came here from the land of Ooo! You can tell me all about it while we shop. Let's go now!" Bonnie shouted, grabbing her purse. Marceline smiled, kissed Flame Prince (on the lips!) goodbye, and skipped out with Bonnie. She didn't need a purse; she stored everything small and important in her bra, where it was somewhat safe.

"Marceline Abadeer! Don't you dare indulge in public displays of affection with Flame Prince in front of me again!" Marshall shouted behind her. That did it; Flame Prince and Bubba fell to the floor in a heap of laughter, clutching their stomachs and wiping their eyes. Sure, she was only two hundred years younger than him, but he felt that without a father around, he was the only being holding her back. But what if he introduced another parental figure into the mix? No, that wouldn't work; Marshall's mother absolutely adored the Flame People; they helped with many of her problems, and repaired the Nightosphere when it needed help. Their fire could make souls scream twice as loud; the sound was music to Ms. Abadeer's pointed ears.

"I guess your momma hooked back up with your daddy two hundred years ago. After all, you and Marcy look exactly the same," Flame Prince remarked, and Marshall snarled at him.

"You're already my problem as it is. Don't push it," Marshall hissed, clenching his fists. Gumball's eyes grew wide as he stepped in between the two guys, preventing them from having it out. (Did I use the right expression?)

"Whoa whoa whoa. Guys, let's be civilized; after all, tonight's the Ball. And it's your birthday, Flame Prince! We should be celebrating!" Gumball exclaimed as he tried to settle the tension. The vampire's eyes threw daggers at the prince, but he ran a hand through his hair and stepped away, running his tongue across his fangs. Flame Prince rolled his shoulders and took a deep breath, the oxygen making his eyes shine brighter.

All of a sudden, a smile appeared on Marshall's face, and he looked at the two others. "I have a good idea. Let's spy on the girls, just so we know what to expect. Fiona's at her house, and Bonnie and Marcy went shopping somewhere. What do you say?" The boys' jaws dropped.

"Why would we want to spy on our girlfriends!?" they both shouted in unison. Marshall raised his hands in defense and decided against the idea. It was time to get ready for the Ball, anyway.

Fiona gripped Cake's fur, urging her to run faster towards the kingdom. She was sick with worry that they would be late, but she knew that would never happen.

"Fiona? We're here," Cake said, interrupting Fiona from her thoughts. She smiled and looked up to see two other girls in beautiful dresses staring at her, curiosity filling their eyes. The blonde heroine climbed off of Cake and ran to the girls.

"Hey," the first girl said. "My name's Marceline Abadeer. Marcy for short." Marceline wore a lacy black dress that stopped at the knee. It had no sleeves, and lacy black tights with black roses covered her legs. Her shoes- black slip-ons. This girl looked just like Marshall, except her hair flowed to her knees, and she had eyes like rubies, clear but so deep.

"Oh, Fiona! You have no idea who I am, but I know a lot about you!" the second girl squealed, scaring me a bit. I laughed nervously, and her eyes grew wide with understanding. "Oh my glob, that makes me sound like a stalker. Umm, I'm Princess Bubblegum, but you can call me Bonnie. I know a lot about you because I've been sharing a mind with Prince Gumball for the last two months. A recent breakthrough, literally, gave me a physical form. But I can still read his thoughts, which makes me the envied girlfriend of the Prince himself." Jeez, I thought she'd never stop talking; her and Bubba were similar in that way, then. Anyway, Bonnie wore a stunning pink gown that flowed and sparkled to the floor. The thin sleeves were an almost see-through fabric and snow-white gloves adorned her hands and forearms, stopping at the elbow. Of course, with the length of the dress, Fiona couldn't see her shoes. Bonnie looked just like Bubba, except her longer bubblegum-pink hair was pulled up in an elaborate bun that consisted of braids and twists. Both the girls were beautiful.

"Well, um, I'm Fiona the human," the said adventurer said, shrugging. She gulped, wondering where Marshall was and if he had seen her dress. Just breathe, she told herself.

"Fiona, you look absolutely gorgeous. And anxious. Is this about the color of your dress?" Bonnie asked, and Fiona looked at her in shock.

"How do you about that?" she asked. The girl shrugged.

"Everybody knows. Your boyfriend's a blabbermouth," she replied, and Fiona sighed. Cake's ears perked up and two seconds later we were being greeted in morse code by Lord Monochromicorn, who was sporting a tuxedo specially fitted for him. Cake blushed and kissed her boyfriend.

"You three should go inside and look for your men. And remember, stay together. Guys are like time bombs, and if you set one of them off, you'll need to lean on each other," Cake said, taking her wise words with her as she climbed upon Lord M's back and they flew to a distant tower.

Fiona nodded her head, trying to give herself confidence. "All right girls, let's go."

Fiona had been in the ballroom for half an hour when someone came up from behind her and enveloped her in their arms. She turned to see Marshall's dark eyes, but there was something else.

A tear ran down his cheek, passing the biggest grin she had ever encountered. Fiona couldn't help it- a big tear started to roll down her cheek. She'd never seen Marshall cry, and she hated to- even if they were tears of joy. Marshall pulled me into another hug and stroked my hair. He then whispered something into my ear.

"I love your blue dress."

Flame Prince rested his hand on Marcy's waist, sending shivers up the vampire's spine. Then the waltz began. She sighed every time the prince looked into her eyes, a ghost of a smile on her face the entire night. She looked to hr right, where Bonnie and Bubba were waltzing with the grace of swans. Love was in their eyes and smiles on their faces, which moved Marcy. It was awesome to see everybody so happy, but the night had just begun.

A/N: Yay! I feel really good about this chapter, even though I know it was vague compared to earlier chapters. But alas! I will explain everything in the next chapter. For now I would like to thank these people who have reviewed, whether or not the review was positive, negative, or neutral:

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