The vampire couple fly in the sky, shielding their pale skin from the Sun's rays.
"Fionna, how are we going to do this? It's not like we can pretend we're taking him to the ice cream parlor and just dump him in the middle of nowhere." Marshall says with desperation making his voice tremble.
"You're right, ice cream would be like eating his own kind." She stares off distantly. Marshall glares and she catches on a bit. "We have to take him somewhere where we know he'll be safe, but away from all this. It's too dangerous for him to be here around his sick fantasy."
"But does he really have to go somewhere else?" He finds himself second guessing the plan. "Maybe we could take him to somewhere like... the prison! That will be closer and we know the guards will take care of him there." Marshall suggests. Fionna's eyes glaze with clarity.
"Marshall, now that I've had more time to soak in all this, I think it's a bit fucked up to lock someone up because of this. He never killed anyone, or hurt someone, just Flame Prince's feelings. But it seems cruel. Isn't there another option?" She pleads, not wanting to do this to her long time friend.
"I guess. But we can't let him stay like this. There's something wrong in his head. And we have to tell FP." She announces.
"You're right, you're right. We have to tell Flame fist and then the rest will follow." Marshall looks ashamed for having to give such horrible news to him.
With the Candy Kingdom in the distance, so peaceful and innocent, it seems impossible that the ruler is a psychopath. They get to the large doors, where Fionna was standing less than an hour ago. They bang on the door urgently and by their surprise, Prince Gumball open the door.
"Oh, hey guys, what's up?" He blushes at the sight of Marshall, and the raw hatred inside the vampire grows. This whole thing sickens him.
"Uh do you know where FP is? We need to talk to him." Fionna asks politely.
"Hmm. He's upstairs I think. I was just about to take a shower, so you guys can talk to him I guess." He seems hesitant, but opens the door wide enough to let the 2 vampires in. They float up the stairs, recognizing all the turns and steps in the hallway. The Prince's door is slightly open, with Flame Prince inside staring at his engagement ring adoringly. They knock and His head springs up like he's surprised, but his voice is calm.
"Hi Marshall, Fionna." He smiles at them both.
"Hey Flame Prince, how are you?" They ask in tandem, causing FP to act suspicious.
"Uh... Fine..." He raises an eyebrow.
"How are you and Gumball?" Only Fionna asks. Flame Prince's face automatically brightens.
"Oh we're great." He says with adoration in his eyes. "I'm so happy you two got us back together. I really owe you one." A genuine smile is planted on his face, and it doesn't waver. Fionna and Marshall exchange looks, not sure how to tell him.
"Yeah we sort of wanted to talk to you about him..." She admits. Everything is in slow motion, the disintegrating of his smile, the curiosity in his eyes, the quivering of his bottom lip from the fear of Prince Gumballs second betrayal. FP hates to admit it but even after their happiness together, even after his apology, he has always kept an eye on Gumball. He doesn't turn his back on the ones who hurt him.
"Gumball is sick." Fionna explains the entire situation about his mental state. "He never really wanted to be with you. You were just a distraction." She frowns.
His look is disbelief, just like Fionna's and Marshall's. His eyebrows pull together in frustration. The words sting him like droplets of water falling on his skin. "No. No he wouldn't do that." He growls. His fury melts into bleakness, draining his very being. He slouches, head in his hands. "Why?" He sobs. "Why would he do that to me? I can't believe I fell for it again." He dries his tears, anger lighting his face again. "He can't do that and just get away with it." His eyes glow with ferocity.