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One week. That's all the time you give yourself to mop around back at your treehouse. One week.
That week passes, and when you step out of your house into the moonlight, you feel a thousand times better, like a weight has been lifted from your shoulders. It feels so nice, not to hear that Ashole (you chuckle at your own joke) tell you to make him a damn sandwich.
The moon is big and round, and it shines brightly, and you wonder how Bonnibelle must look in it's pale light. You wonder how she is. Does she miss you? You certainly miss her, and you think about her hair, and how even though it's made of bubblegum, you can still sort of run your fingers through it. She gave you a piece last week, and the taste was really sweet, and long lasting.
You want to do something fun. You wanna jump around, and scream, and laugh. You want to feel the body heat of people running wild, feel someone push you, maybe even break someone's bone.
You want to go to a concert.
So you pick up your shit and go. There's always a concert in the Kingdom of Rock.
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The Kingdom of Rock; a nasty looking place, filled with trolls and ghosts, and littered with a few vampires. It was a kingdom where the king is always a guitar humanoid, and the lead singer of the Royal Band. They held a concert every night; and depending on how well the set goes, the king stays... or leaves. It wasn't a kingdom ruled by blood. It was ruled by music.
The concert was in full blast, the current king was killing it out there. You turn invisible and sneak pass the guard who was blocking the entrance to the concert. Inside the people, who are also made of instruments, are jumping and yelling, and you start to laugh, and it turns into a howl, and a troll pushes you and suddenly your jumping and yelling 'yeah man, that's a badass song!' even though you've never heard the song before. Hours pass, and you join a mosh pit, and you get a black eye, and you secretly bite someone hard, and when you hear him howl in pain, you laugh, because you're Marceline, the goddamn Vampire Queen, and you can do whatever you want. The guy's a troll, so he won't turn into a vampire, but you don't remember the last time you had blood, and his tasted pretty good.
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"It's five in the morning my peeps!" the crowd roars, and the Rock King shushes them. "So this is our last song, and then it's good night for all of us! This one," he lowers his voice. "Is for the couples out there."
A slow beat drops, and you're sweating from jumping and the body heat. The sun is coming out, and you leave in a hurry or else burn. You hear a bit of the song, and smile, because it's cheesy, like any other rock love song.
Oh babay I love ya, I love ya, yes I do
(oh baby I love ya)
Oh darling I need ya, I wantcha yes I doooo!
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The years pass by. You wait for Peppermint Butler, although you're not sure if you would recognize him, since you've never seen him. But you wait. While you wait, you carve an M in the treehouse, and build a new house in a cave. It's small and nice, and it has a fence, like the house you had before the Mushroom Wars destroyed it, and your mom died. Before your dad sold his soul to the devil, and dragged you down with him. You carve another M on a rock nearby, and wonder if the old man would even know where to send Peppermint Butler if he ever did. 10 years pass and Peppermint Butler never comes, but you have fun scaring people shitless if they come near your cave, or in the middle of a road when you wander out at night. You visit The Rock Kingdom regularly, and make friends with the other palaces around your cave. You make good friends with a lot of people and fucking run with wolves in your monster form (not that this is the first time you do it, but it's been a while.) 10 years pass, and you do countless fun things, but on the top of your brain is Bonnibelle, with her bubblegum smell. For a second you wonder if you're in love with her... but you dismiss the idea pretty quickly, because love has many definitions, and is very tricky. Even though you can't deny this strange and strong connection, you can't say for sure it's love.
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You can't deny it anymore. It's so obvious, it's insane. Nobody would believe you aren't.
You know you're stupid, but it's unbelievable that you're THIS stupid.
In ten years, you didn't pass by the old man's hut to avoid memories, but the fact that you didn't even realize that they built a goddamn kingdom in it's place makes you realize how isolated you have been. You stand in front of it, and look at it's walls, and wonder who lives in it. You tighten your grip on your umbrella as you walk towards the gate; the palace reeks of sugar, and it makes your head spin.
"Who walks there? In front of us... uuhh..."
"No, it's 'who goes there' stupid!"
"Oh, yes, WHO GOES THERE?"
"Uh... I'm Marceline... the Vampire Queen," You tell the guards. Who are bananas... covered in chocolate.
"Oh, a Queen! Come in, please!" The guards say, stepping out of your way. "Welcome to the Candy Kingdom!"
Now you know why it smells so strongly of sugar. Everything was made of sugar, including the people!
"Are you here to see the princess?"
"Uh, sure, I don't mind."
"The princess' butler will guide you there, my Queen," the guards say, returning to their posts.
In the town, the people were busy, running up and down, doing who knows what. You were getting used to the smell of sugar... and then the familiar smell of peppermint hit you.
"Are you the Vampire Queen?" A voice asked somewhere around your knees. You look down, and see peppermint candy... with a butler's uniform!
"Are you Peppermint Butler?" You ask, surprised and excited.
"Why yes, I am. How did you know my name? Do you know Death?"
"I-I knew your creator!" You say, stuttering a little from excitement.
"You knew Sir-"
"Hey, Butler man!" A rough looking candy corn yelled out. "Kiss my candy butt!"
"Ooh, I'll get you later!" Peppermint Butler hissed. "Darn ruffians... please, come this way, I will take you to the princess."
He takes you inside the castle, and you're scared to touch the ground, thinking you'll get stuck to it. "Hey, Pep, is everything here seriously made of candy?"
"Yes, everything is made of candy. Except for the dirt."
"Crazy. Hey, is the princess made of bubblegum?"
"Yes, she is, Princess Bubblegum is made entirely of bubblegum."
Your still, undead heart beat.
"This is her room," Peppermint Butler said, knocking a door. "Princess, someone is here to see you!" He bowed, and left.
Once again, you're standing awkwardly in front of a door, about to see a princess made of candy. Once again, you fix your bass on your back, wondering what the hell you're doing here.
"Who is it?" A small voice asks, and blood that you thought was long since frozen in your veins floods to your face, forcing you to blush.
"Uh, my name is Marceline... I'm a vampire... But I don't drink blood!"
The door swings open, and a small girl with a crown looks at you, pink and blushing as a smile grows on her face.
"Marceline?" She squeaks out, jumping at you and hugging you. "Marceline! It's really you!"
You stand there, stiff as a board. Slowly, you hug her back, and take in her unique bubblegum scent. You're at home in her arms, and you don't ever want to leave again.
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