Chapter Fourteen
Marshall's P.O.V.
Bubba's jaw dropped. "Huh?" He managed to say.
"Don't flip out." I warned. "We all know what happens when a Candy Person flips out." I splayed my fingers into a starburst motion. "I better spill." I took a deep breath. "Marceline isn't my real, blood sister. You may or may not have noticed, but her bites are real scars, while mine are just birthmarks." I flicked at my neck. "Skin discolouration, that's all." I paused. "You aren't gonna flip, are you, Bubba?"
"Marshall," Bubba said, "If I was gonna flip out, it would have been when your sister gave me multiple death threats at eight in the morning."
"Whoa, what? What'd she threaten you with?"
"Well, she said 'Oh, great, he's an obnoxious butt like him,' him being you, I guess, and she said she'd kill me if I told anyone I'd seen her… oh, yeah. She also said that she'd rip out my spine and use it to tie me to the nearest flagpole, which didn't really bother me." He mused.
"Dude. That didn't bother you. What the flip?"
"Uh, hello?" He poked himself in the chest.
"Hello, what, exactly?" I asked exhasperatedly.
He sighed. "Marshall. Dude. What am I made of?"
"Gum…" I said slowly.
"Yeah. C'mon." He walked to one side of the room. "Stand over there." He pointed to the doorway. I did. He then flung out his arm, which stretched out beautifully across the room to land in my hand.
I blinked, feeling the smooth and slightly rubbery skin under my fingers. "No bones?" I guessed.
Bubba nodded. "No Candy Person has an endoskeleton. We all either have membranes around us or exoskeletons, depending on whether we're soft or hard candy. Your little hipster brain can under stand that, right?" He teased.
"Yeah…" I nodded slowly.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"It's open." Bubba called out.
The door swung open, and Fionna poked her head around it. "Uh… Marceline's gone cuckoo."