Adventure Time and it's respective characters are owned by Pendelton Ward.

AKA Lumpy Space Princess.

In other words, LSP is a pimp, and everyone else are just her biotches.

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You hiss a little as the sun catches you by surprise in front of your treehouse. Although it felt a little nice, you quickly enter your house, just to find Ash asleep on the couch. You look at him and smile. You're in a good mood, so you kiss his cheek, causing him to wake up.

"Marceline? Hey, where have you been? You just left, and didn't even tell me you were leaving. What the hell?"

"Wha- Ash, I told you I was gonna see that candy princess with my own eyes last night. Weren't you listening to me?"

"Oh yeah? Did you see her?" Ash asked, suddenly intrested. "Was she really made of candy? Did you see the guy who made her? Was he a wizard, like me?"

"Yeah, she was made of bubblegum!" You smile, glad that he was interested. "She was really cute and she was all pink, and in the middle of the night, she was wide awake, and her eyes are so big, and she smells so pretty," you say, the smile on your face getting wider. "And then I sang the song I made for her and she fell right asleep!"

"Yeah, that's great and all, but what about the guy? What was he?

"Oh, he's a scientist. He's human, can you believe it?"

"What? You were with a human? What did I tell you Marceline, no goddamn chums!" Ash yells, getting off the couch quickly, and getting in your face. "We don't mingle with mere mortals Marceline! We only meet people who are useful to us!" He yells, his face turning red. He glares at you for a second, and turns around and kicks the couch.

You look down at the floor. Might as well tell him now. "Oh, and she's not really a princess. He just calls her his princess."

Ash looks at you with disbelief. "And you were there the whole night? What can you get out of this friendship?" He sneers. "An endless supply of bubblegum? Don't ever go back there Marceline. EVER."

"But-"

"What? Did you just, like, talk back to me?" He raised his hand. You see it come down in slow motion. You catch it in mid-air.

"Were you just trying to slap me?" You ask him, your eyes turning red.

"What, no, Iii was gonna tap your back, you know, like, trying to say it's ok that you messed up," he whimpered. "Just don't ever go there again Mar-Mar."

"How DARE you try to slap ME!" You yell, your grip tightening around his wrist, your claws coming out without your permission. "Don't you EVER try to do that again, or I'll rip you in half," you growl, your fangs appearing in your mouth.

"I-I didn't mean to Mar-Mar, look, if you want to see these guys so badly, go ahead, I'm, I'm just worried about you, I don't want them to take advantage of you, ok? Look, Marceline..." you let him go, your face and hands softening. "I love you Marcy, I really do."

"It's ok Ash," you say, looking down, and burying your head in his chest. "I forgive you."

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He lies on top of you, his energy gone. He's snoring lightly now, his breath moving his hair. But you're not thinking about him as you lay there, his sweat cooling on your skin. You're thinking about a princess who's not a princess. You wanna see her. You push Ash lightly with your shoulder, and he grunts, and rolls off you. Sex with Ash has never been amazing, but today it wasn't even halfway decent. You get off the bed and put your clothes back on. It was still daylight, but it was close to sunset. You pick up an umbrella before leaving. You have an insane urge to hold the bubblegum girl.

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Inside the hut, it was silent. The only things you could hear were the bubbling of the chemicals in the old man's beaker's and Bubblegum's breathing.

"What's her name?" You ask, breaking the silence.

"Hmm? Who's name?" The old man asks, ceasing his mixing to turn to you.

"Uh, your daughter's?" You say, raising an eyebrow. "Don't tell me you haven't named her."

"No, I haven't."

"What? And how old is she?" You asked surprised, as the princess cooed.

"4 months..."

"Dude... name her..." you laugh. You look at her and smile. "I mean, c'mon a girl this pretty has got to have a name!"

"Hhmm... Bonnibelle."

"You chose quickly, shouldn't you think about it?"

"No, Bonnibelle is good. It means Good and Beautiful in french... So she'll be a kind and beautiful girl."

"Bonnibelle... Bonnibelle Bubblegum. Bonnibelle Bubblegum, the Princess. Princess Bonnibelle Bubblegum, from the Candy Kingdom. Hey, old man, can I hold her?"

"Be my guest, I'm not sure why you haven't," the old man said, turning back to his beakers.

You pick her up carefully, and looked at her closely. She cooed, and tugged your hair. You hiss a little, because it hurt. She laughed, and you send a little glare her way.

"No Bonnibelle. No pulling."

Her smile fades away, and amazingly enough, she pouts a little.

"Whoa! Would ya look at that, she's a pouter!" You smile a little wider, and for a second, your heart fools you into thinking that it's beating. Surprised, you put Bonnibelle down, and touch your chest. That only happens in moments of extreme happiness. And it's only happened twice in your nine hundred and something years. You look at Bonnibelle, who is now playing with a toy her father made for her. You don't know why, but she makes you happy. You pick up your bass, and start strumming and singing. The lyrics don't make sense, and sound like a bunch of words thrown together, but the tune is upbeat and happy, and it makes Bonnibelle giggle before she drifts off to sleep.

When you leave, the old man is still working on whatever it is he's working on, and the smell of peppermint is stronger.

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Two years pass, and Bonnibelle learns how to walk, and go to the bathroom by herself, and most importantly, say your name.

"Mawceline. Hey, Mawceline."

"S'up kid?"

"..."

And that's all she ever ever says. She's really quiet, but her dad says she talks a bit more when your not around. But your tummy does flips when she says your name anyways.

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People think that just because you're a vampire, a year or two go by in a flash. If anything, it feels like forever. You've been with Ash for a while now, and you're lonelier than ever. At nights, while he's asleep, you go see Bonnibelle, but sometimes you need some else to talk to, but Ash doesn't like it when you talk to mortals.

"Look, if you want someone ELSE to talk to, aside from me, go to the Ice Kingdom! The king there is also a wizard," Ash said, looking up from his spell book. "8 o'clock babe, make me dinner."

"That old guy? Augh, I met him ONCE when he was a kid, no thanks, he's a creeper. I won't be surprised if he kidnaps a girl one day..."

"I don't hear you making that sandwich Mar-Mar, c'mon, work with me here."

Being with Ash wasn't fun anymore. He was a jerk, and a bully, and he completely isolated you from your friends. Both of you moved back to his place. You want to leave, but you don't because... well, you love him.

Right?

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You close the door silently behind you, trying not to wake Ash up. You fly off, and you cheer up a little bit as the wind hits your face. You get to see Bonnibelle and that's all that matters.

In front of the now house, you knock, but no one answers you. It's only ten at night, so you know Bonnibelle and the old man aren't asleep yet. You knock again.

"Hey, old man! Bonnibelle! It's Marceline! Can I come in?" You yell.

No one answers.

You open the door, and notice the lights are off. In the rooms the beds are naked... and in the lab, the beakers are gone. On the lab's table is a note, addressed to you.

Dear Marceline,

As you have noticed, we have left the house. We have gone to what once was called Germany, a country of great science. It is now known as The Greenhouse Kingdom, a place made entirely of moving plants and intelligent minds. I want to teach Bonnibelle the importance of science. I am sorry we didn't say goodbye, but I know Bonnibelle wouldn't leave your side if we had. Please don't worry, we will be back soon. I will send word with Peppermint Butler once we return.

Sincerely,

The Old Man

You look at the note in your hand and sigh. Your bad day just got worse. You leave the house, and fly away facing the sky, your guitar bass resting on your stomach. You start to strum. And then sing.

"Bonnibelle, where have you gone?

I wanna hold you, in my arms.

There's nothing better than your eyes,

Looking up at me so wide.

There's nothing better than a treat,

Made from your hair, it's so neat.

Oh Bonnibelle, where have you gooone...

'Cuz I wanna hold you in my aaaarrms!"

When you finished singing, you look around, hoping no one heard you.

"God, I sound like a pedophile singing that song," you whisper to yourself, and your face turns red. You feel a little better when you land in front of Ash's place. The door is open a bit, and when you step inside, Ash is nowhere to be found. So you sit on the couch, and wait for him to come back home.

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Two. Three. FOUR HOURS pass, and you're standing so still, you swear you have turned into a statue. You sigh to create some movement, and right there and then, Ash walks in, holding something in his hands.

"Hey, open your eyes, look at this mar mar, check it out it's my new wand, this cherry blossoms, look as close as you can, and they're real," Ash says, showing you his wand.

"Wow, awesome where'd you get the money for that thing?"

"Oh I sold that teddy bear you love so much. To a witch!" He smiled.

"You what? Are you crazy, that was my favorite thing in the whole world!" You cry out, looking at him with disbelief.

"That's why it's so valuable genius!" he said, raising his wand. "For potions?" he looks at you like you're some sort of idiot, and he make a small ghost appear in his wand.

"Your not, a genius, your not, a genius," the ghost says, and all you're thinking is '!

You burst into tears. Bonnibelle is gone, and now so is Hambo? This can't be happening to you... "That's the last straw Ash, that's it!" you wipe your tears away with your arm. "you're a psycho jerk and you ruined my life!"

Immediately, his face looks sad, and he tries to look into your eyes, asking for forgiveness silently. "But, but, not all of it-"

"IT'S OVER YOU PSYCHO!" You hiss, your eyes red. You stomp out of this stink hole, and you hope to never see him again...

And if you do see him again, your gonna give him a swift kick in the balls.

"Oh Bonni, where have you gone?

I need you, I wanna hold you in my arms..."

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Thanks to everyone reading this, I love you all.