I apologize for the late update of the 7th chapter, was pretty busy in college. I'm already in my 2nd Semester and boy have I been busting my buns into maintaining a decent grade. But any who, here's the latest chapter of Change! Hope you enjoy the read!

CHAPTER 07

Marshall laid there on his bed, his eyes fixed on the ceiling for no absolute reason. The boy just couldn't stop himself from worrying over the girl. Sure he was given reassurance from both the little prince and the doctor, but he just couldn't help it.

The Vampire looked over to his right and saw the strange looking device that the young Gumball offered him. It's a walkie-talkie, well it was. It seemed that the prince made some personal modifications on it, considering the number of scratch tapes and looping wires that could be seen. He went on and on about how he managed to increase the range reading of the said device, so despite the great distance they'll still be able to communicate with one another.

Marshall had to admit, the boy sure does have a thing for tinkering, and for annoying the heck out of him. But still, it was really considerate for the Prince. Marshall could always give Gumball a call to see if the little Squirt is fine… But it's only been half an hour since he got to his little mobile home, and the boy was tempted to push the call button many times after his leave from the Candy Kingdom. But he didn't want to appear too much of a worry wart, he most certainly didn't want to ruin his image. Well much more of it anyways.

The teenager actually wanted to stay in the Candy Kingdom and was about to ask the Prince's permission for allowing his stay. But it seemed that his presence has gotten a few of the sugary coated citizens to explode, which was apparently a big no, no from Gumball. So sadly staying isn't an option…

Marshall let out a grunt and brought his hands up to his face to rub his hair in frustration. All this worrying has gotten him all drained, after what has happened the past few hours, Marshall has experienced one too many emotions today and it was just too much for him. So what else could he do but just sit on his bed to "recharge" until he has all but regained stability? But all this sitting has gotten Marshall into thinking and dismaying over the absence of the girl, which worsened his state of mind. He needs something to lighten up his mood, to at least get him off his bed, anything that will help rid the thoughts he's having.

He could always resume with his jam session or simply mess around with Schwabelle, but it wouldn't be the same without the little human around—Well that sure has uplifted the Vampire's spirits.

A digital clock sat innocently beside the strange doo-hicky device on his bed side table, it was past nine in the afternoon… maybe a little fresh night air would do him some good.

The vampire looked at the piles of rubble that seemed to fill the area below him, he arrived at Ooo's dump site. It was widely known for harboring things that are broken, worn out, or just no longer needed by others. Marshall couldn't really place a reason as to why he came here, but he didn't really question it. Because he was actually glad to be here, this is just what he needs. A little treasure hunting will definitely keep his mind and body busy throughout the night.

That and Marshall Lee was rather curious to see if there are any new things added to the dump after his last visit.

Just the thought of finding something as extraordinary as the skull shaped pick that he found the other time got him all pumped up. He couldn't wait to see what other treasures that lied within the piles of forgotten junk. After all, the boy is a fine collector of anything that piqued his interest.

But to others, they would consider it as hoarding.

The boy eagerly settled himself down until he was just a few inches above the ground. He began to levitate his way down a somewhat clear path and started to browse, looking left and right, quickly glancing at the piles as he floated by. So far he has spotted a botched up television with its screen smashed in, a couple of filthy kitchen utensils, some worn out baseball cards, and a few pieces of metallic parts of what appeared to have come from a ship or a missile… despite his findings, none of them caught Marshall's interest.

The vampire finally set his feet down on the ground, only to have his whole body jolt when an obscure and choppy sound emitted out of nowhere.

Marshall looked down to where the strange noise was heard, he quickly removed his right shoe to reveal a small booklet with a speaker on its side. By the time he lifted his foot, the music became louder. The tune was rather catchy and cheery, but it gradually died in a matter of seconds until the atmosphere fell silent.

The boy curiously picked the object off the ground and began to closely inspect whatever was in his hands.

The cover of the book bared a picture of musical notes and some brightly colored buttons located at the bottom. He eagerly pressed the red one and another tune was emitted, but it quickly fell silent just like before.

His dark eyes then caught the title of the book, the words were a bit faded and discolored. The boy mumbled out the words a loud with some difficulty, "Nur…sery…Ra..Rhyme…sing-a-long…book?"

His fingers couldn't help but flip through the oddly thick pages, Marshall's hungry eyes took in whatever was shown. The boy discovered that every page he flipped to held a different song, accompanied with lyrics that were either too faded or scratched out to even make out. Only a few were lucky enough to have maintained not only the lyrics, but the pictures as well over the harsh years.

Marshall reached to the last page of the book and froze at the site of a smiling sun that had blue eyes and a toothy smile that reminded him of a little mischievous, troublesome human. He looked down to where the lyrics were, it was surprisingly shorter compared to the others he has seen.

Upon close inspection, he noticed that the button bellow the page matched the image of the happy sun. Marshall tentively pressed it and once again heard the book chime back to life. The boy listened attentively to the tune while silently singing the words out as his eyes read across every line.

The tune surprisingly lasted up until the very end, after a long pause of silence, an idea struck the boy. The vampire teen smiled at the sudden thought of giving this to the little human. The boy was certain that the girl would love the gift after a little touch up, considering that the book still looks presentable and not as ruined compared to the junk around him.

"Marshall, is that you?"

A faintly familiar voice brought Marshall to remove his attention from the booklet in his hands, "Yeah, what of it?"

At that, the figure revealed itself to the Teenager. It was a mere spirit, who appeared to be rather displeased, "Dude, where the heck have you been these past few days? Me and the rest of the gang were so bored without you!"

Another one appeared, phasing through the piles of trash as she made her presence known, "Exactly! It's no fun without you around."

The smallest of the three rose from the ground with a pouty expression, "Yeah!"

Marshall eyed each and every one of the ghosts that appeared before him. He almost forgot about the three, having spent most of his time with the little squirt, Marshall has neglected his chums… And when you leave your friends alone for too long, they'll start to get curious, and curiosity is something that Marshall would greatly like to extinguish.

If they were to have visited him earlier in his motor home, they would've discovered the little human. Marshall couldn't help but imagine the ghost's fighting over who will suck her guts out…

Although the human isn't with him at the moment, even the smallest slip of the tongue could still lead to the revelation of the little one. So the best thing for Marshall to do is to play it cool and not give away anything or raise further suspicion behind the real reason behind his absence.

So to put it simply, he has to lie his way out.

Marshall shrugged, "Nothing really." he said rather flatly. The ghosts stared at the vampire with doubt.

The spirit, Wesley, was the first to speak, "C'mon spill it out, tell us what's REALLY going on." The vampire did his best to not roll his eyes while in the presence of his ghostly companions. He really isn't in the mood for answering questions… Especially after he was probed and pestered by a certain Candied Prince.

Marshall once again, gave another shrug, "What can I say, I was just looking for some inspiration… Was working on this killer song, didn't want to end it just there." Short, simple, and straight to the point. That's what Marshall was aiming for. With that, the ghosts didn't press on which pleased the vampire immensely, because they know how serious and dedicated the teenager can be when it comes to constructing his songs.

The tallest one, BeeBee, raised both her eyebrows, "Wow, if it's taking you this long to finish, it must be really good then."

The littlest of the bunch, Georgia, spun around in the air with excitement, "Man I can't wait to hear it!"

Marshall proudly patted himself mentally on the back, impressed that he was able to get away with another interrogation… But that sense of relief soon fleeted when one of his ghostly companions spotted the booklet on his hand. "Heya Marsh, watcha got there?" squeaked Georgia.

The moment he felt the book being tugged out tentively from his hand, Marshall felt a rush pass through his arm. His grip on the book tightened, making the book stay in place in his hand while the little one's hold faltered to a stop. The ghost eyed the boy with a questioning look, but before she could question him about his resistance, the book was gently yanked from her grip.

"Don't. It's kinda fragile, and you might accidentally drop it." Was all that Marshall said as he stuffed the booklet inside his jacket.

Georgia eyed at the ground, embarrassed a bit by the vampire's words. She remembered the last time she was at Marshall's house, the little spirit was intrigued by this very exquisite looking vase that the boy managed to get his hands on from Glob who knows where. Her grip on solid objects were still in the process of mastering, so of course her hold of the vase slipped right through her tubby hands…

After that, it appears that Marshall has grown to be very protective and conservative of his stuff whenever Georgia decides to visit him. At most times, Georgia feels that Marshall all but views her as a clumsy little child who seems to have a knack on breaking things. Ever since that incident, it became difficult for the little one to even make any progress with the Vampire King..

A blush of embarrassment made its way across her pale cheeks, "sorry."

Marshall eyed the floating ghosts at the back, "So what brings y'all here anyways?"

"We were passing by and happened to saw you, we just got back from this one graveyard party," The ghost's looked at one another and smirked before speaking in unison, "You'll never guess what happened!"

The vampire's ears perked with feigned interest, "Go on, I'm listening."

As the two began revealing on whatever happened at the party, they soon talked about the events that occured over the past days or so during Marshall's absence. It has been a while since Marshall had such a conversation… but the teenager couldn't quite bring himself to capture on what was being said, for his mind was much too filled by other things.

Yeah it isn't much I know… I apologize. It was supposed to be a tad bit longer, but midterm exams kinda got in the way. The next one will be different I assure you all, and also longer.

So what do you all think of it so far? Do you think the Ghosts will eventually know of baby Fi? And to those who know their Mother Goose Nursery Rhymes, do you know what kind of song Marshall Lee was singing with the given hints? What's your favorite Nursery Rhyme and why? And also, what do you think will be on the next chapter?

Thank you all for the support, I am looking forward on hearing your thoughts! Hope you all have a wonderful day/evening/night!