Cheyenne Prybylinski
Fan Fiction: Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake 10
Heyyyyyyyyyyy! I FINALLY finished chapter 11, and broke my writers block! Yayayayaya! Ok, so just a warning, this is a really bad chapter. Like, I-had-writers-block-and-used-whatever-I-could-to-f reaking-finish-a-half-decent-chapter kind of bad. Sorry ^.^ If there is any spelling or grammar errors, please point them out. On top of school, driving, and homework, I have no idea when my next update will be, so, hope you like this chapter Read on…
Chapter 11
Once Fionna came into view Prince Gumball concentrated his eyes on her. She was wearing something other than her usual blue skirt and shirt. A cute little summer dress was in their places.
At first Gumball was surprised, but then he thought about it. Of course she and Marshall must have been doing something like a date before coming to see him since they were… together. Gumball waited for the pain, the pain that came from knowing that the one he loved so deeply, but didn't love him back, was in the arms of someone like Marshall Lee.
But there was nothing. No throbbing of a broken heart, no regretful thought, just a small tiny twinge of some emotion Gumball had never felt towards her before. Indifference.
He mentally checked himself to see if he had just done that. That he, Prince Gumball, had just nonchalantly thrown off the idea of Fionna. He didn't care, didn't even really want to think about her anymore. What was wrong with him?
Fionna finally stood at the bedside just a mere three inches from Gumball's right arm. He didn't get the chills and didn't feel his heart speed up. He didn't feel anything. Again he thought that something was indeed terribly wrong with him.
Fionna looked as if she was about to cry, and her eyes were slightly red. She smiled weakly down at Gumball, "Hey PG, how you doing?" Prince Gumball looked at her. His back was stiff, his arms hurt like you know what, he couldn't remember anything past himself committing suicide (although it seemed that he should remember something after that) and he felt like something had been taken from him.
"I'm doing very good Fionna, thank you for asking." He said in the most polite manner he could. Fionna nodded and wiped away a small tear that had escaped her eye. Gumball felt his brow furrow as he frowned, "Fionna, why are you so upset?"
Fionna took a shuddering breath. Marshall's arm tightened around her as she said in a whisper voice, "I was worried about you. I was told that you were dead, and I couldn't help but blame myself, and I couldn't bear to lose such a good friend, and…" She stopped mid ramble, tears streaming down her face.
Anyone with common decency would have felt sorry for Fionna. But Gumball again surprised himself when he felt nothing for the crying girl. He shook his head, saying, "But I'm ok Fionna. I'm right here, not dead, and quite alive. You don't have to worry anymore."
Then another thought crossed his mind, "You're also worrying about what I'm going to say to you, aren't you?" Fionna stood still for a moment before bowing her head and nodding slowly. Gumball sighed.
"Fionna, I don't blame you for this. It was my own doing, I'm the one that took the knife and locked the door. Please don't blame yourself." Gumball tried to put feeling behind the words, but they came out sounding like a scolding, a lecture a parent would give a child after it had done something wrong.
Gumball knew everyone had heard the tone he had used, for it had been very prominent. The prince shook his head and looked at Fionna's face. She was looking at him sadly, while Marshall stroked her back.
Even Peppermint Maid was looking at him sadly. He finally looked at Marshall Lee. His friend's face was stony hard, impassive and unreadable. But Gumball couldn't say the same for his eyes. Emotions swam in them, and again Gumball saw the recurring emotion of sadness.
"What's wrong with me," Gumball whispered, now terribly worried. Something was missing, and he couldn't exactly pin it down, but he knew it was something he needed. He looked at his maid and asked again, "What's wrong with me?"
The maid bowed her head, "You still do not remember my Lord? You do not remember the fiftieth death world?" Gumball shook his head, getting a slight sick feeling in his stomach. He had been to one of the death worlds? Had what Fionna said really true? Had he died?
He tried to think, think back to that night. He remembered clearly the knife in his hands, the water turning pink then red. His heart beat slowing, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. After that though, he couldn't see anything. He had no memory of the death world he supposedly went to, and no idea what had happened there.
"I have no memory of being there. Peppermint Maid, did I really die? Did I really…" Gumball now felt his heart speed up. Something was wrong with him, something dreadful indeed. He felt as if his heart had been disassembled, then put back together. But it was missing a crucial piece.
The piece of peppermint sighed and looked at Gumball. "My Prince, as hard as it is to tell you this, I must. Yes, you did die; in fact you were dead for quite some time before I got you back."
"When the time came for you to be out of the bathroom and you were not, I immediately rushed to the door. Upon knocking and trying the handle, I quickly realized that you were not going to open the door."
"I had also realized that you had locked it for a reason. I then called the Banana Guards and had them break down the door. We all found you cold, wet, and dead." Peppermint Maid shivered as if reliving the whole thing again.
Gumball wanted to reach out and hug the piece of candy, but he couldn't feel his arms, which was a blessing and a curse. Peppermint Maid pulled herself together and continued the story. "I knew that I had to get you back. So I went to the death world myself."
Gumball nodded in understanding. Although many people believed it foolish to trust and befriend a Demon Master, it came in handy when they were friends with Death. "After I talked with death he sent out the word to all death worlds than if you were to show up in any of them then you were to be immediately sent to his castle."
"You eventually came in and talked with us. At first you didn't want to come back, but then you had a change of heart. Death couldn't let me leave with your soul for nothing though my Lord." The maid said this with down cast eyes.
Gumball took it all in. He started to think, what was it that felt wrong, what was it that Death had taken? He exhausted himself thinking and rethinking, but nothing came to him. Gumball swallowed and asked the question.
"What did he take?" Peppermint Maid again shook her head as if this was not the right question to ask, "You mean what did you give him. Lord Death does not take anything without permission. He is quite polite. No Prince Gumball, you gave him something."
Gumball nodded, somewhat in shock. He had given something up himself. Something he would obviously not want, because he knew himself too well to not know that whatever he had given of his own free will would have been something he felt he did not need.
Something unimportant.
"…But there was nothing…"
Something he could stand to lose.
"…No throbbing of a broken heart, no regretful thought…"
Something he didn't want.
"…just a small tiny twinge of some emotion Gumball had never felt towards her before…"
Something…
"Indifference."
Prince Gumball looked solemnly at Peppermint Maid before slowly turning his head to look at Fionna. When their eyes met, she quickly looked away, but Gumball had seen enough to understand what he had given up. "I gave up my love for Fionna, didn't I?"
The room was quiet, no one said a word. And that silence gave him his answer. Gumball laid back a little more into his bed. It all made sense now. His feelings for Fionna were no more. The reason for his inconsiderate remarks was the product of his new on look of the girl. His thoughts and indifferent feelings for her were now to be the normal reaction towards her.
Prince Gumball now had no feelings for the adventuress Fionna. He loved nor liked nor even felt any companionship to her. And as hard as he tried not to, he was enjoying the feeling. He no longer had to obsess over her. He wouldn't stay up nights at a time thinking of her. And he wouldn't hurt as he watched her and Marshall Lee become close.
To put it bluntly, Prince Gumball agreed with himself that giving up his love was the best decision he had made in years. And although he would miss the feeling of friendship towards the human, he knew it was for the best.
Prince Gumball was now free of Fionna the Human. And he couldn't be happier. Gumball turned and looked at the maid, holding back a smile. "Peppermint Maid, I would like some tea. It would be very nice this time of day, don't you think?"
Fionna watched worriedly over her teacup as Prince Gumball took a sip of hot tea from his own cup. She faintly heard Marshall Lee slurping at his and could see Peppermint Maid drinking from hers, but her main focus was on the Prince.
They were all drinking their tea in the library, since PG had wanted a scene change from his tiny bedroom. Fionna was amazed he had had the strength to get out of his bed in the first place, but there he was, sitting on a chair, I.V's still in his bandaged arms, but all the more alive.
He seemed to be taking the news of his new personality change quite well, and although Fionna was happy that he wasn't freaking out because of it, she felt slightly betrayed that he didn't mind not being her friend anymore.
She of all people could understand that getting over someone was wonderful. The day she finally got over her own crush for the Prince had been one of the happiest days of her life. But Prince Gumball seemed to not even care that their friendship and any other feelings toward each other was now in the process of being dismantled.
The Prince looked up and his eyes met with Fionna's. She looked away quickly, sipping more tea than she needed. She was now jittery around the Prince and she didn't know why. I was jittery around him the first time we met, she thought, Maybe it's like meeting for the first time all over again.
Fionna put down her tea cup, the little plate in her hand making a tiny clink. She started to actually put this into thought. Gumball had been changed, right? So, to her, it was like a whole new person. And she was all jittery and stuff because she felt like she didn't know him anymore.
She sighed, she had never really known him, and he was technically the same, so why so nervous? Fionna visibly shook her head, deciding to just stop putting her brain through such torture. Marshall Lee noticed, and gave Fionna a look.
"Fionna, you ok?" He raised an eyebrow, while Fionna nodded profusely, "Yeah, I'm good. Why wouldn't I be?" Marshall squinted at her, "I don't know, you just seem… out of it." Fionna smiled and lowered her head, "I was just thinking Marsh, don't worry."
Marshall Lee on the inside just wanted to melt when she smiled and said his new nickname, but he also wanted to ask what it was she was thinking about. If only I could read minds, he thought longingly.
He went back to drinking his tea, the awkward silence between the group only seeming to get worse. Prince Gumball looked at Fionna and Marshall, clearing his throat. "Are you enjoying the tea?" he asked.
Fionna nodded, blushing slightly when he looked directly at her. "It's very good. And sweet." She almost let the words, just like you, slip out with the rest. Fionna went rigid. What the heck is happening to me?!
Gumball smiled and looked at Marshall for any other comments. Marshall in turn simply said, "It's alright." Gumball was about to look away before taking another look at the cup Marshall was holding. "Hey, wasn't the cup red?"
Marshall's eyes looked down at the cup, "Noooo… it's always been white." He smirked, giving himself away. Gumball just shrugged, "It looks better white anyways." Marshall looked at Fionna, a smile on his face. She barely held back a snicker.
Peppermint Maid all of a sudden hopped off her stool. "Well, I'll go get some more tea seeing as how we're almost out. Fionna, could you come help me?" Fionna sat up a little straighter, a confused look on her face. "Sure," she said standing up. She kissed Marshall on the cheek, "I'll be back in a little while."
He nodded and watched as she and Peppermint Maid walked out of the library. They closed the door behind them, and Marshall, without giving it much thought, braced himself for books re-piling themselves on top of him and the Prince. But then he remembered they were still in the library.
He almost laughed. He glanced over at Prince Gumball, expecting to see the same kind of, "Oops, forgot," face on him, but all that was there was a solemn set expression. Marshall sighed. Of course.
"So Marshall Lee, how have you been?" the Prince asked out of nowhere. Marshall shrugged, "I've been ok. Got a real scare this evening when I found out you had committed suicide, but other than that, my day was going great."
The Prince glared at the Vampire King, and Marshall knew he had hit something within the gummy royal. On the inside he smiled, for this is what he meant to do in the first place. "What made you do it PG?" Marshall asked.
Prince Gumball just shook his head, "You wouldn't understand. Besides, I'm fine now, so just drop it." Gumball was surprised when Marshall just chuckled and shook his head, "Wouldn't understand? I've watched Fionna swoon over you for years before she finally broke your spell over her. Don't think I don't know how it feels Bubba."
Marshall shifted in his chair, "And as for dropping it? I've been waiting a while to ask you why, so don't think I'm giving up that easily. I want to know why Gumball. Now." He wasn't fooling now, Marshall wanted to know, wanted to hear it from the Prince's own mouth why he left everyone.
Gumball clenched his hands into fists. "Marshall Lee, I've let you bully me around for too long. But I just died and came back, and you're still trying to get the answers out of me by threatening me?!" he shook his head, a scowl on his face, "I am a civil man, and if we can talk like civil men, then good. But I don't have to justify my actions to you."
Marshall Lee glared at the Prince, "Fine Gumball, just fine. You want to fight the gentleman's way, I can do that." He stood up, and pointing at Gumball, he said, "I, King Marshall Lee Abadeer, command you, Prince B. Gumball, my subordinate according to the laws of Aaa, to tell me why it is you killed yourself, and left your kingdom in the hands of no one, but those incompetent fools, The Earls of Lemon Grab."
Prince Gumball was surprised, and then it was smothered out with rage. Marshall Lee was putting a decree on him?! That music loving, blood sucker was using his higher place in the system to make him, Prince Gumball, tell him what was up?! The nerve!
Gumball then stood up, and was face to face with Marshall Lee. The two Royals stared each other down. The King had a glowing triumphant looking in his eyes, whilst the Prince was shooting daggers with his.
Marshall saw the same scowl on the sweet Prince's face that he had seen the night Fionna had stayed over at his house. Again, it soured the Princes feature to a point that Marshall didn't want to look at him anymore. He had never seen Gumball as furious as he looked now.
And Marshall was loving it. He had power over the Prince, and Gumball knew it. The two just stared at each other, both waiting for the other to say something. "The subject you wish to speak to me on is personal," Gumball said through clenched teeth, "And I would wish you to retract your decree."
Marshall frowned, "Gumball, I just want to know. A year ago you would have told me, we used to be good friends. What happened to that? What happened to our trust of one another." Marshall leaned back, looking down on the Prince.
Gumball sighed, "We grew up Marshall. That was a year ago, we've changed. I don't want to talk now, nor ever about what happened. I want to forget. Everything's fine, there is nothing that I regret."
"Not even giving up your love? You need that you know." Marshall crossed his arms. Gumball ran a hand through his pink gummy hair, walking away from Marshall. "No Marshall, I don't even regret that. You just don't understand. It hurt. It hurt a lot…"
Marshall looked at Gumball's back. "So you figured the best way to end that pain would be to kill yourself. Way to stay positive dude." He shook his head. Gumball was silent, and the only sound in the room was of the quiet drip, drip, drip of the I.V's.
"Marshall, do you still consider me as your friend?"
Marshall turned and started to walk away from the small circle of chairs, over to one of the books. "Of course I do man. You were one of the only people that even listened, or cared for that matter."
He flipped through some of the ancient pages, trying not to rip any. Marshall felt weird talking about this, but he felt it was necessary, "You're my bro, my friend. Even though I don't show it anymore, I still cared if your alive or not."
Gumball took a breath, digesting what Marshall had said. He looked down at his arms, tracing the edges of the bandages with his eyes. The I.V tubes that spread out of his arms like tree limbs were still pumping him with the medication.
"At least someone cared whether I'm alive or not." He mumbled. Marshall let out a breath, "Oh for Glob's sake PG, EVERYONE cares! It's not just me, it's your whole freaking kingdom!" he almost yelled.
Marshall strode over to Gumball, who had turned around just in time to see this. Marshall grabbed his shirt and pulled him close, so that they were eye to eye. "You abandoned them Gumball! You left them because you were too selfish." He squinted his eyes at the Prince, "And what about Fionna?"
At her name Gumball flinched. Even though he didn't feel for her anymore, he could still feel a slight tug at his heart strings. Marshall shook him slightly, "How do you think she feels about all this? You killed yourself over her! She blames herself for your own stupid actions. Did you see the look on her face when she first saw you in that bed?"
"She was crying Gumball. You made her cry!" Marshall was breathing hard, anger clear on his face. Gumball looked at him helplessly. All of a sudden the door came open, and Fionna and Peppermint Maid walked in.
"More tea my Lo-," the Maid stopped when she saw Prince Gumball and Marshall Lee. She dropped the tray, a shocked gasp coming from her person. "Marshall, what are you doing to the Prince?!"
Fionna was looking at the two, her hand over her mouth. She quickly ran over and grabbed Marshall's shirt. "Marshall, stop! What's going on!" And just as suddenly as the anger had come, it was gone. Marshall let go of Prince Gumball's shirt, and stepped away. Fionna was hugging him tightly.
"Marshall, what happened?" she asked quietly in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, but continued to stare at Gumball. Even with an audience he wasn't about to let the words be unsaid. "How are you so blind Gumball? How could you leave her when, at this time, she needed you most?"
Fionna looked up at his face wide eyed. He looked down to see tears start to weld up, and he hugged her tighter. "Come on Fi, we're leaving." He mumbled, casting one last glance over at the shocked Prince.
He floated up, holding Fionna close, and started for the door. "I get it now," said Gumball from behind. Marshall stopped, turning around slowly. Prince Gumball now looked close to tears himself, but Marshall knew he wouldn't cry.
"I understand now that my decision was a, how you say, idiotic one. I hope that in the future you can forgive me." He looked at Fionna who was staring at him, "That you, Fionna, will forgive me too." He took a breath, glancing over at Peppermint Maid.
"I guess apologies are in order." The Maid looked at him, confusion mixing with her surprise, "Whatever for my Prince?"
"For leaving you, and my Kingdom. I wasn't thinking right when I did it. I was letting my heart lead me instead of my head. I'm sorry for putting you through the trouble of having to bring my soul back. I'm just…"
He trailed off, looking much like a child apologizing for taking a piece of candy when told not to. Peppermint Maid smiled, "As always My Lord, apology accepted." He smiled. Fionna, who had been watching with a solemn expression on her face, let go of Marshal Lee, and walked over to Gumball.
Before he could say or do anything, she hugged him. "Even though it might not mean anything to you, I forgive you too." Gumball wrapped his bandaged arms around Fionna. "It does mean something to me. It will always."
Fionna pulled away, "Bye Gumball. See you around." He smiled, a small laugh escaping his lips, "Probably see you when you have to rescue me from Ice Queen." Marshall watched with a heavy heart as the two laughed at the well-known fact. Fionna probably didn't see it, but Gumball was pretending to enjoy the moment. For her.
He would never feel anything for her again, and that would rein true. But at least Gumball had the common decency to act happy and enthusiastic around her.
Fionna waved good bye, and returned to Marshall's side. "Ready to go home Fifi?" he asked picking her up again into his arms. She smiled and closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest, "Take me home Marsh."
And with that, Marshall Lee flew down the stairs, out the door, and out of the castle into the night, making a bee line for the Tree House.
I know I know, sucky ending -_- I really enjoyed writing the dialogue between PG and Marshall though, hope you guys thought it was good :-) Please review, I love hearing what everyone thinks, and I also get inspired to write more when I know that people like how it is going ^.^ Also, just to give you guys fair warning, I'm probably going to turn this into, like, a series. This is what you would call, An Unexpected Romance Book 1, or Part 1, or whatever. I'll work out the name later. The story name may change, I still have no idea. So, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW! PLZZZZZ! And hope u liked dis chapter ^.^
Cheyenne iz out, PEACE!