AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, I know some people may not like Marceline the half-dragon, but this is my story, so quit it with the goddamn mean PMs already! I know that at least a few people like my story, and you don't have to. No-one is MAKING you read this, so you can take your complaints and feed 'em to the Cosmic Owl, okay? :P Apologies to readers who actually like this story, but I'm getting a tad sick of some of the stuff I'm getting sent. Plus- WHEEE, midnight update! This chapter is liable to be sucky considering wrote most of it from 9:32-12:09... Thank glob it's Saturday...
Gumball's P.O.V.
I was walking along one of the paths that wound around the Candy Palace, and I could faintly hear Marceline singing.
I called out to her as I approached, not wanting a repeat of what happened last time I wanted to hear her singing. "Hey, Marcy, it's me, Gumball!"
"Oh, hey, Bubba. What's u-" Her greeting was cut off by an absolutely ear-splitting shriek of pain.
I dashed around the corner to see her curled up in a ball on the ground, whimpering. Her bass lay on the grass next to the wall she'd probably been leaning against. "Marceline!" I was telling myself not to panic. The worst thing to do in any situation is panic. "What's wrong?!"
She shuddered violently and shrieked again "G-gumball..." She wailed, spasming in pain.
I panicked. "I-I don't know what to do!" I swallowed, turning to the castle. "Help! Something's wrong with Marcy! Help!" I bellowed.
Fionna leapt down from a nearby window, Marshall Lee mere moments behind her.
"What happened?! Is she okay?!" Fionna yelped upon seeing Marceline's agonised state. She knelt down next to her, speaking quietly and stroking her hair in a futile attempt at comforting her.
I explained to Marshall what had occurred, and he nodded. "We should definitely take her up to P.B.. C'mon, Marce." He bent and tried to lift her, but she twisted away from him, howling as her back shivered again, somehow managing to get even more agitated.
"No! Not...not him." She croaked.
Fionna leaned in close to her. "Who, then? You are in no condition to walk."
Marcy whispered something to her, and Fionna shrugged. She looked at me. "She thinks she's too heavy for me, and she doesn't want Marshall carrying her. She wants you to carry her, dude."
"But... you're stronger than me." I pointed out.
She shrugged again. "She said it, I didn't. Just carry her, Prince."
I awkwardly slid my arms underneath Marcy and picked her up, cringing as she hissed in pain again. She whimpered, her eyes wild with pain. Her back was writhing, as though her spine was about to burst through her skin. Her arms tensed as she wailed again, clutching at my arm, looking up at me with an imploring look of terror and helplessness. I swallowed, looking over at her brother. "Dude, I need you to fly me up to Bonnie's lab."
He nodded and picked me up under the armpits, being careful not to tilt me in case I dropped Marcy. He flew us through the window, Fionna jumping after us.
Needless to say, Bonnibell was very concerned about her friend, but she kept her cool, unlike Marshall, Fionna and I.
Marceline started thrashing around, crying out in pain every few seconds. Bonnibell ducked under her flailing arm, but it smacked Fionna in the midsection. She yelped and took a step back, cradling her stomach.
Bonnie told me to lay her out on the table, so I did, murmuring a hurried apology as she yelled out again. Bonnie secured her limbs down with thick leather straps. "I'm sorry, Marcy, but I'm tying you down so you don't hurt yourself or somebody else or break something." She said soothingly, patting Marcy's shoulder.
She hissed in pain, her back arching off of the table, biting her bottom lip, her eyes wild and pleading, staring straight up but not seeing.
I grabbed her hand. "C'mon, Marcy, it's okay! C'mon, just look at me! Look at me!" I begged, holding her hand in both of mine.
"G.. Gum...ball..."She croaked, forcing her eyes to focus on me. "Help me..."
"It... it'll be okay. You hear me? It'll be okay, I promise." I pressed my lips to her cheek as her eyes slid closed, her limbs subsided into twitching and she stopped whimpering. "Marcy? Marcy!" I looked up at Bonnibell, absolutely terrified as I stepped away from Marceline.
"It's okay, Gumball. I stuck her with a sleeping potion. She can't feel a thing now." She soothed, laying a comforting hand on my shoulder. "She should be asleep for-"
Suddenly, Marceline started thrashing around, screaming in agony, the straps straining to keep her on the tabletop.
"Uh.. how long was she supposed to be asleep for?" Marshall asked anxiously.
"Erm... four hours?"
I took a step toward Marceline, eyes wide as her back arched upwards, and she shrieked again, a strange sound of ripping filling the air, and a crunch that I realised came from inside her back.
There was another tearing noise, and in the next moment, Fionna had propelled me and Marshall from the room, yelpin out a nigh-light-speed apology.
We crashed into the wall, and Marshall groaned. "Ow... what just happened?"
"I think Fionna tossed us out." I replied. "Emphasis on toss!"
"Nah shit, Gumshoe." He rolled his eyes.
"Be nice." I scolded.
"What for? I'm kind of busy worrying about my little sister in there and whether she's even gonna survive this! Did you hear the kinds of noises that were coming from her?!" He yelled.
I bowed my head. "Yeah, Marshall. I did hear them. And you know what I also heard? I heard her when she needed somebody to listen, when she needed someone to count on. And last time I checked, older sibling were supposed to be a pretty reliable source for that!" I looked up at him, fire in my eyes.
"And who asked you to put your two cents in, Bubble-breath?!" He shouted.
"Well, it wouldn't kill you to even try to apologise for the past however many hundred years!"
He sighed. "I know," He said, surprising me. "I'm just... sick of myself, y'know? And I don't want her to get hurt before I can figure out my head and talk to her."
"It's okay, Marsh. Fi makes a good helper anywhere but the kitchen, and Bonne knows what she's doing. Marceline's going to be fine, I swear. She'll be fine."
"Who are you trying to convince- me or yourself?" Marshall Lee asked quietly.
I honestly wasn't sure anymore.