"Come back here before you get hurt! Your wing isn't even fully healed you menace." Gumball struggled to catch his breath as he ran around his kitchen in an attempt to catch the bat. He was completely baffled and slightly impressed on how the bat not only managed to escape it's cage, but get to the kitchen with one broken wing.

The bat completely ignored Gumball, continuing to wreak havoc in the kitchen made up of shades of pink. Knocking down hanging pots and pans and spilling leftover ingredients from his latest creation that was in the oven.

"Do you enjoy upsetting me? You remind me of someone I use to know." He huffed as he came to a stop in the middle of the kitchen. Bending over with his hands on his knees to catch his breath. He looked over to the small bat that was sitting in one of the knocked over pots on top of the counter. He felt, no, he knew the bat was taunting him. Was it even smirking?! Gumball raised his hand to brush his ruined hair back into it's usual up-do while he stood up straight.

"Alright, let's make an arrangement. I'll stop putting you in the cage-which in my defense was the comfiest cage in this kingdom-if you make an effort to be less of a butt."

He waited for a response because at this point, he was half expecting one. In the few days the bat had stayed in his castle he'd come to realize that the bat could understand him. The scientist in him wanted to run a few tests, but the logical side reasoned it wasn't uncommon for animals in Aaa to understand other species. One of the wonders of living in a post-apocalyptic world.

Before Gumball could dwell to deeply on that thought, the oven timer dinged. "Oh! My macaroons are done," He said excitedly as he walked over to take them out of the oven.

Gumball rushed over to stand in front of his oven. He bent over and opened the oven before grabbing the metal tray. "Ouch! Dang it. I forgot my oven mites". Gumball heard a nasally chuckle behind him as he put on his mites and set the tray on the counter. "I don't find what's so funny about me burning my hand", he said while leveling a glare at the bat.

"Oh! I just remembered the special ingredient I used. Would you like to hear about it? I suppose you can't respond to that. You're a bat. I'm talking to a bat. I need more friends. Gumball sighed deeply and looked over to the bat that was giving him a look that was close to pity. "I deserve that".

Gumball placed the tray next to the pot the small bat was still laying in. As Gumball noticed the bat was laying it's head on the pots edge with it's head tilted towards him, he thought it was rather cute. The way the bat gave him his full attention because it chose to and not because it was one of his citizens or guards was something he didn't experience often. It was nice. The bat twitched it's ears as it continued to watched gumball, patiently waiting for him to continue his story.

"Back to the story! The ingredient I got were glow berries. There from lumpy space and when added to my recipe they make my gray macarons turn into a vibrant, almost glowing reddish-pink color!". The bat leaned over to smell the macaroons before scrunching it's face up and hissing. "What? You don't like things that are sweet. Is that why you run from me?" Gumball teased as he watched the bat pout.

"Would you like to try one?" He teasingly waved one macaroon in front of the bats face. The bat hesitated for a moment, seeming to consider the offer. In the next moment the bat was opening it's mouth and extending it's fangs. Leaning over the pot and sinking its fangs into the sweet treat, draining the red in one sitting.

His eyes widened and his body stilled as he watched something that was familiar but completely different. "You drink red! I thought that was just a vampire thing! Or, rather, a Marshall Lee thing." In Gumball's shock he didn't notice that the bat's flinch at the mention of the vampire. Gumball gave the bat another macaroon as he processed the new information. He took a mental note to do some research later on bat's diets.

"You share many similarities to him. If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were Marshall," Gumball chuckled as he reached for the bat's ears, trying to flatten them to it's head. "Your both mischievous, grumpy and rowdy but there is one thing that separates you from that pesky vampire. Your much more pleasant company to have around."

The bat made a sound that sounded like a suppressed laugh. "Again, I don't see what's so amusing." Gumball picked up one of his macarons and ate it as he contemplated something. It seems you'll be here for a while, I should give you a name other than bat or menace," he said while picking up another macaroon.

"How about Marshy," he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.