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Chapter: Comfortable Places

The following morning I woke up to the delicious smell of turkey bacon and pancakes. The warm morning light was shining in from an enormous window-causing the room to have a heavenly glow-in mine and Cakes room. If I listened closely, I could make out the sound of Cake's voice singing slightly off-key. However I never minded. To me, mornings like this were more than I could ask for. I feel peaceful and content. This is probably due to the fact that I am always finding myself in situations that require myself to protect the lives of others; I selfishly admit that I don't mind feeling like someone is protecting me for once.

Snuggling my stuffed bunny that I had ingeniously named "Mr. Bunny", I remembered when I acquired him and who gave it to me. Marshall Lee.

It was my 7th birthday and I had saved the present from Marshall for last. Back then He wasn't Marshall or Marshall Lee or even Marsh. He was my "Not-So-Scary-But-Thinks-He-Is-Vampire-King". When I opened my present, I had squealed and leaped onto his lap. Well that part of the memory is embarrassing...I wonder if he even remembers...

I wondered if he remembered what I had asked him.

"Why did you get me a stuffed bunny? OH! Its sooooo soft! See? Feel!." I had shoved the bunny in his face rubbing it on his cheek.

The Not-So-Scary-But-Thinks-He-Is-Vampire-King laughed and smiled.

"Well you are always wearing that hat with bunny ears." He started to flop the ears back and forth.

"Hey! Stop that!" I had yelled and flailed about, but I still thought it was the funniest thing how they could flop like that.

"I just thought you would like a fellow bunny who is actually a bunny! Also the nights are dark with many scary things in it that would want to hurt cute little girls with bunny ears." He said. "But do you want to know a secret? I was scared once too. But I had a stuffed bear to help get me through the scary nights. Now you have a bunny to do the same." He smiled. "Well? What are you going to name it?"

I made a thoughtful face. The Vampire King afraid? That couldn't be possible. Never the less, I pondered over the many names the bunny could have. Then I had it.

"I'm going to name him Mr. Bunny! He has a bow-tie and only Mr.'s wear bow ties, see?!." I again shoved the bunny in his face as he laughed.

"That is a perfect name little one!"

I squealed again and ran off to show Cake and Prince Gumball my new bunny. Then the memory faded.

How strange...Marshall has been around for forever...but the Marshall that 7-year-old me remembers is nothing like the Marshall I know now...especially not the one from last night... The thought made my heart feel like it was being punctured by sharp, relentless claws. I wonder if it is a good or bad thing that he doesn't know how many stormy nights his gift had comforted me. Thank you Marhsall...

Burrowing my way further into the warmth of my blankets I close my eyes...breathing in...breathing out.

In here, in this moment, I don't feel anxious about the Land of Aa or its many inhabitants. Not even the evil beings in the Night-o-Sphere. This was my little heaven and no one, not anything could interrupt it.

That was until this:

"FIIIOOONNNAAAA! QUICK, GET DOWN HERE IMMEDIATELY! ITS URGENT!" Cake screamed from downstairs.

With that, I snapped my eyes open and I flew like a bat outta the Night-o-Sphere down stairs.