Marceline's P.O.V.

A few days later, Bonnie still hadn't surfaced from her lab after disappearing in a tornado of papers. Gumball and I were discussing me apparent... fire breath as he remoulded his nose back to shape.

"So.. do you think I could do that without being squeezed?" I cocked my head.

He shrugged. "Point out a window, just in case."

I poked my head out the window nearby and tensed my chest. 'Okay, hopefully this works so I know how to do it...' I thought, pursing my lips as I felt the heat build in my throat. I puffed out a small bubble of air, and a jet of flames burst out of my mouth. "Woah.." I muttered as the sparks dissipated.

Gumball nodded in agreement, his face filled with awe.

XXX

So, me and Gumball were hanging out down near the forest, me playing with my new ability, burning leaves as I twirled them in my fingers, him lounging against a tree next to me, lazily flipping the pages of a book.

Bonnie walked up, holding three sheets of paper. "Marcy? I do believe your slave labour starts now." She laid out the three sheets, one with a cartoon picture of me on it, another with a little black dragon picture, and finally, one which had a... pixie? She'd taped them together so that the pixie and the dragon's bottom corners met at the middle of the top of my paper. She took a breath. "Marcy, looking at your chromosomes, hormones and base genetics, you were half right. You're the daughter of a dragon and an elf."

"A what and a what? Dragon and elf? Wow. And I got turned into a vampire- I'm even more of a freak than I thought." I said bitterly.

Gumball stood up and looked at me, a concerned look on his face. "You're not a freak, not in the slightest."

"Oh, I'm just unique?" I rolled my eyes.

"Yes." He said firmly. "The one and only Marceline Abadeer. I've only known you for a week and a bit, but you just be yourself around people. I feel like I've known you for way longer than a week- I know you fight with your brother heaps, you have a love/hate relationship with my cousin, you've become gal pals with Fionna and Cake, you snore a little, you like gardening, you're a good cook, and you have no qualms about convincing someone to drop their outer shells and let their true selves shine- This is me, and I love me for me. You are not a freak, Marceline. You're you, and that's all anyone can ever ask of you."

I smiled a little, despite myself. "Thanks, Jerry." I teased.

Bonnie started humming the Tom and Jerry theme. "..." She pounced at him, biting his ear lightly as she landed on his back. "Meow." She smirked.

"Get off of me!" He exclaimed, shaking his shoulders angrily.

"Why? You're absolutely adorable when you're mad, cousin dear." She laughed and patted at his cheek.

"Bonnibell, got off me!"

"Nope, not happening." She chuckled and mewed again.

I was about to step in to yank her off of him, but Gumball roared, "Princess Bonnibell Bubblegum, get off of me this instant! You've got until three!" She didn't move. "One... two..." He started. "Two and a half..." His voice suddenly went deadpan. "Three."

He flipped her off of his shoulders as she shrieked, flying spectacularly through the air and crashing down into a bush.

"Ah..." I blinked. "What just happened? Was I in an alternate dimension for a sec there?"

"What? Sorry, I was busy getting my cousin off my back." He brushed his hands off on his pants.

"You flipped her."

"Like a pancake. With this." He held up a spatula.

"Gumball, sire of the spoon and spatula." I laughed.

"Now, as I was saying before the whole freak versus unique thing, do you remember the lumps on your back and lower back?" Bonnie surfaced from the bush, looking rather rumpled.

"Yeah. My nubs and my butt-nub." I nodded, poker-faced as Gumball snickered.

"It appears that they're probably going to develop further, grow into wings and a tail."

"A tail? Ew." I wrinkled my nose. "What kind of dragon am I?"

"A species known as a 'black dragon'. I think your dragon family comes from the high northern mountain ranges, and your elven family comes from the southern forests." She explained, gesturing to the line of data on the paper.

"I'm going to pretend that those line make any sense at all, okay?" Gumball laughed. "But I get it. I'll maybe look up Black Dragons later. In the meantime, I have a song to write. See ya 'round." I walked off, leaving Gumball chuckling and Bonnie looking rather bemused.