Chapter Two
Gumball's P.O.V.
I yawned and stretched. I looked around the room, feeling like I was being watched. "If you've snuck into my room again to try and scare me, it's not gonna work. Marshall." I added.
I heard an audible hiss from the other side of the room. "Just like I thought. You're an obnixiuos butt like him." A girl's voice muttered accusingly.
"Huh?" I blinked. "W-who's there?" I stuttered, yanking the blanket back over myself, seeing I was only wearing boxer shorts.
A girl popped into view a few inches from my face, and I scrambled back in surprise, yelping as my head banged into the wall at the head of the bed. "Gah! Y-you're a vampire. Like-"
"Say his name again and I'll rip out your spine and use it to tie you to the nearest flagpole. Capiche?" She growled, and I nodded quickly.
"Capiche." I gulped.
"Yes, I am a vampire. But not like that drivel of a snotball Marshall, clear?" I nodded again. "Mention this to anyone-" She drew her finger across her throat "-I got my eye on you, Gum-breath." She flew out of the window.
Seconds later, Bubblegum walked in. "Hey, Gumball, are you okay? I heard you yell out." She offered.
"Uh… I'm fine. This crazy… never mind. I banged my head." I changed my story without missing a beat, remembering the crazy vampire girl's threat.
As I got out of bed and dived behind a curtain to get changed, I asked her casually if there were any other vamps around.
"There's Marceline…" she replied hesitantly.
My head jerked up. "Marshall's sister? The crazy, rebellious psycho one he always complains about?"
"Watch your mouth, Bubba. She's one of my best friends." I could hear the wariness in her voice.
"My deepest apologies, my dear cousin." I said theatrically, bowing low to her as I buttoned up my collar and came out from behind the curtain.
"Apology accepted." Bubblegum mumbled. She then brightened up. "There are still a few chances…" She murmered under her breath. She spun to me. "Gumball, get all of your friends and meet me down in the courtyard at about… 9.30, shall we say?" She dived out the door.
Marshall's P.O.V.
"Why are you getting me up so ridiculously early, Bubba?" I groaned as Gumball dragged my covers off of me, yelped and threw them back on.
"Dude! Pajamas!" He looked scandlised.
I laughed. "Aw, go bake a cake, Bubba. I'm gonna get dressed. I trust Fionna is already up?"
"Yup." He turned and left, closing the door behind him.
I grabbed some clothes from the dresser and glanced out between the curtains before I got dressed. I saw P.B., Finn, Fionna's second cousin, and-
I threw on my clothes in a haste of fury and dived down the hallway, seething. I rounded a corner to see Bubba staring out the window interestedly at the others setting up the brunch-party thing in the courtyard.
"How could you not tell me she was gonna be here?!" I yelled.
"Hey, I didn't even know until this morning!" He said, raising his hands in defence.
"Whatever, traitor." I snapped, shoving past him to go back to my room. "I'm going back to bed."
He grabbed my arm, a steely resolve in his eyes. "Marshall Lee the Vampire King, you listen to me, and you listen well. My little cousin, who I always looked after, who was more like a sister to me, who helped me with everything she could, has invited me to her home, I decided to bring you along too, she is delighted to find out, and she threw a party for us. You are gonna go down there, you are gonna shut up about Marceline, whether she's a brat or not, be civil and have fun, for my cousin's sake, for Fionna's sake, and your mortal wellbeing." He ordered in a deadpan voice. "Got it, dude?"
I shrugged. "Whatever." I took off past him and flew down to the courtyard to meet whatever bombs were gonna blow up there.