AUTHOR'S NOTE: Worry, not, guys...

And now, in the immortal words of LadyofMischief (My sister);

On with the ficcieness!

Gumball's P.O.V.

About three-quarters of an hour later, Marshall was pacing nervously up and down the hallway, and I was sitting against the wall, staring at my hands. Marcy had stopped screaming, but every now and then there had been a quiet yelp. Suddenly, there was a plaintive wail.

Marshall swung to look at the door, and I jumped up as Fionna poked her head out, looking very rumpled and stressed. "Uh... guys?"

"What, Fionna?!" We demanded in unison.

She yelped. "Gah! Don't yell at me!" She recovered, and held out her hand to us. "You can come in now. Marcy's..."

"Marcy's what?"

"She's what? What's happening?!"

"Is she okay?"

"Fionna?"

"Talk to me!"

"Is she okay?! Fi!"

"SHUT UP!" She yelled, and both Marshall Lee and I froze, our next questions armed and ready but not fired at her. "I can't think when you two are yelling questions at me like that! Marceline's okay... physically, at least."

"What do you mean?" I asked suspiciously.

"It's... hard to explain. Just be gentle with her, and don't freak out. Be nice to her. Clear, Marshall?" She shot a look at him.

"Hey!" He protested. "I thought we were past this!"

"Whatever. Just don't be a jerk." Her face was bright red as she stared at his chest, refusing to meet his gaze.

He looked at her angrily. "Listen, Fionna, I'm not the same guy I was anymore. Okay? I've changed."

I suddenly got the feeling that maybe we weren't talking about Marcy any longer. I grabbed Marshall by the collar and Fionna by the bunny ear and dragged them into the lab. "C'mon, guys!"

Walking into the lab, I quickly spotted Marceline, curled up in a chair, her chin on her folded arms, which were in turn resting on her knees, She had a dull look in her eyes. "Hey, Marshall. Hi, Gumball." She said flatly.

"Hi, Marcy." Marshall said. "Are you alright?"

"No."

"What's wrong?" I asked, reaching out to touch her hand.

She jerked backwards, her lips quivering as she spoke. "I'm a total weirdo. It doesn't matter what you say now, I'm a freaking monster."

"You're not a monster, you're Marceline Abadeer. My little sister." Marshall said, making her look up in surprise. "I know I've been a total jerk these past thousand years, and I'm really sorry. I haven't been half the big brother I should have been. But you aren't a freak, and you aren't a monster. You're you, and no matter how you mutate, that won't change." He teased.

She blinked, tears forming in her eyes. "Thanks, Marsh. But will you still say that... now?" She hesitantly stood up and spread out a pair of huge, purple-and-black, scaled wings. They were easily fourteen, fifteen feet across, and she turned in a circle, showing them off. She twitched her shoulders, and they moved, folding back along her spine. She uncurled something from around her waist... a belt? No, not a belt... a tail. It was long and thin, with a large, flat triangle at the end, also coated in scales.

I wondered faintly if she was completely covered in scales. I promptly stopped that train before it left the station, because if I went much further along that line of thought, I'd slap myself silly.

Meanwhile, Marcy curled her tail around herself again, and it returned to it's disguise as a belt.

We two guys were gobsmacked. "Uh..." We said in unison.

Marceline's eyes went teary. "I know, I'm a freak of nature!" She ran out, crying.

Fionna sighed. "I did warn you..."

"You said nothing about semi-reptilian wings or a tail." Marshall retorted.

"Well, you're a butt!" She replied.

"You're calling me names for no reason!" He exclaimed.

"And you flipping kissed me!" She yelled.

"Because I friggin' love you!" He shouted. He clapped a hand over his mouth as Fionna froze.

Bonnibell and I were silent, me staring at my feet and her fiddling with several vials of chemicals.

Fionna took off, dashing for the window. I moved to intercept her, grabbing for her arm.

She glared at me and shove me away from her hard enough to make me stumble onto one knee. "Leave me alone!" She said hotly, before jumping out of the window.

AUTHOR'S NOTE (THE SECOND!): Okay, to those of you who aren't so crazy about Fiolee, sorry. But I've already designed offspring (I has BIG plans) and I need a primary reason for Fi to be kind of pissed of for a few chapters. Just when you thought I couldn't get any weirder...

(SPOILER!)

SIR BUBBA!