AN: For some reason, all my oneshots are turning into multichapters.

Anyways, I wanted to say a thanks to the few reviews I got for my first chapter. After watching the episode, I just had to make a continuation of 'true meanings behind Marshall's words.' I was actually really shocked after watching the episode because lots of my headcanons were true. Go figure, right? Anyways, enjoy this short chapter I made for Marshall's performed song, Good Little Girl.

Good little girl, always picking a fight with me.

Fionna was a good person. She was overwhelmingly empathetic to the point that it gave the impression she only stuck around me so much out of charity, pity. She saved people, helped any person or creature in distress, and obeyed the rules like a healthy samaritan should―most of the time, anyways. If she were a dude, you might even call it chivalry, if you're into that sort of thing. Don't get me wrong, though. She's not a goody two-shoes like that excuse of a prince in the Candy Kingdom, gum wad. Nah. Fionna was a tolerable figure in that subject.

The incidental mash of subspecies in the Land of Aaa could be described in thousands―even billions―of words, but synonyms through one definition described what they thought of the Vampire King: scared. Afraid. Terrified. Frightened. Yes, this was the common thought towards my entity. If they weren't pitch forks and flaming, furious torches jabbed in my direction, they were resentful remarks, inexorable accusations, and rude nicknames. I took it all, despite wanting to exist as something else, something that wouldn't make others loathe me the way they did, because the belief that I was born to be hated was engraved in my head. I coveted an outlet, but there was no escaping the fact that I was a monster.

It's kind of funny when the thought comes to mind, though. Fionna never showed signs of fear around me. Ever.

Where did she learn courage, and bravery, and compassion? Was I deserving of this beautiful, incomprehensible being? What was it that kept bringing her back to such a wicked person as myself?

I loved that she wasn't afraid to yell or scold me. I loved how it's so easy to be my real self around her. In other words, was I just in love with her overall?

You know that I'm bad, but you're spending the night with me.

The poorest quality Aaa's heroine possessed was her absurd judgment on people, or in this case, vampires. 'You're not so bad, you know.' It was a serious topic, so I couldn't laugh, but really, was Fionna blind? Did she not know anything about us freak shows in Aaa? Not to mention, I'm one of the worst kinds out there. My good looks must've rubbed on her too much over the years.

Silly, simple-minded human. It was only natural for me to think she was attempting to make me accept the deniable fact that I'm not as bad as I interpret. The assumption could stand on its own, but she was persistent to see through this unfavorable ultimatum.

I was born to destroy and rebel.

What do you want from my world?

Day and night, the question lingers. It's infuriating to even ponder what goes on through that idiotic girl's head. I'm pretty sure she doesn't notice, but when she's around me, her body gets stiffer. Her cheeks flush, and suddenly, she's not that jumpy person you always see hanging around Cake or the other princes. Occasionally she is, but other times, she's just so.. I don't know. Girlier? After observing her a couple times, I tested it.

I flirted with her, teased her, and shoved her around (even literally sometimes), just to get a reaction to prove my diverse theories.

The girl had a crush on me.

Just as the sun warmed frigid morning dew, my dull essence rekindled after years of lost expectation. Life from then on actually had meaning. I finally had a purpose to keep going, and Fionna was that purpose.

You're a good little girl.

Sharing the same emotions of desire and affection was fruitless. They were forbidden. Prohibited. Though I was so completely bound to the girl, I was not going to ruin her short-lived existence. Not after everything she'd done for me already. She was too good for me, for anyone to be with romantically. She is and would forever remain Aaa's heroine and nothing more or less, because that's what she was meant to be. The inevitable facts were against us.

She, Fionna the Human.

I, Marshall Lee, the Vampire King.