Marshall's POV
"It's been seven days since I was kidnapped." Marshall said, frowning. "And for you, it's two days."
Marceline nodded, and looked out the window. The sun was going down. It was a long day for her, waking up after being kidnapped and unconscious for two days, finding out that there was another vampire out there, and to top it all off, a serious headache and concussion.
"At this rate, we'll never get out," he said.
"Hold on, Marshall, do you have an axe with you?" Marceline held up her axe bass.
He showed her his guitar, it was more of a hatchet but it could pass as an axe. "It's also an electric guitar."
"Haven't you tried cutting through that thin window?" she said, "I mean, we can fly, so it's no problem if we're high up. It's night time, so there's no sunlight bothering us. Why can't we just escape?"
"Thank you, Ms. Obvious, for stating the obvious. Well duh, it's magical." Marshall rolled his eyes and put his guitar down on the floor.
"Oh." she shrugged. "Whatever, I'm starving." Marceline flew over to the window with bars on it. "Does the Ice King give you food?"
"No," he said. "All he threw in was a couple of bananas, but since they weren't red, I threw them right back at the old man."
"So how could you survive for seven days?" Marceline asked. She looked around the room, and sat down beside him. "There's nothing here that could have been red."
"I drank all the red from my T-shirt. Don't you ever wear red clothes as a last resort if you got hungry? Or kidnapped?" Marshall said.
"As a last resort, no, but red is like, my style. I always wear red outfits." She stood up in front of him. "See?" Marceline was wearing a white shirt with a black vest, black jeans, red earrings and boots, and her hair was tied back in a bun sort of thing with a red cap. "I was kidnapped after I fell asleep after a crazy party, and I was too tired to change into pajamas."
"You look nice." Marshall said, and she blushed. "Care to donate the cap so I can eat?"
Marceline took her cap off and threw it at him. "Here you go." She untied her hair, letting it go all the way down to her lower back. She drank all the red from her hair tie, and took off both earrings and gave one to Marshall. "You probably need it more than I do, plus I never liked these red earrings."
"Thanks for the leftovers," Marshall smirked.
They both burst out laughing for no reason. Marshall wished that if they weren't in such a bad situation, this would go on forever.
Fionna's POV
It was cold and dark in the portal, but Fionna was used to it, after hanging out with Marshall too much.
She fell into a cold room. Wait, it was a corridor. It was basically just like the portal. Fionna realized it was nighttime.
"Marshall?" she called out. No answer.
This isn't normal, she thought, I don't feel like I'm in Aaa anymore.
"Hello?" Fionna whirled around. There was an old man behind her. He had long white hair, a large beard, blue skin, a pointy nose, and a crown identical to Ice Queen's tiara.
"Who are you?" Fionna said, backing away. The old guy grinned. "Another prisoner." He pointed at her. "Gunter, don't forget to make our new vistor welcome in the Ice Kingdom!"
Everything went dark, and Fionna was frozen, encased in ice, and a bunch of penguins came and brought her to a jail cell.
Marceline's POV
She was resting her head on Marshall's shoulder when the frozen girl was thrown in. The ice she was frozen in shattered, leaving her lying on the floor, gasping for air.
Marshall immediately leaped up and went over to the new girl.
She was young, maybe fourteen, like Finn. Wait a second. She looks exactly like Finn! Marceline thought. Same blonde hair, bright blue eyes, animal hat, green backpack, light blue top, black shoes. The only thing different was that the girl had a skirt and longer socks.
"Fionna!" Marceline was startled out of her thoughts by Marshall's shout of joy.
"Marshall!" the girl, Fionna said. She got up, and walked over to Marshall, and kissed him right on the mouth.
Marceline suddenly felt sick. Marshall never told her about a girlfriend. She turned away, faking sleep.