Bubblegum's P.O.V.
I dived behind my throne, screaming blue murder. Well, wouldn't you scream if a giant hunk of metal and stone slammed down in front of you just as you stood and were about to take a step forward?
Finn dashed forward to see if I was okay as Jake started checking out the... vault... door?
"I-I'm fine." I slowly pried my fingers loose of their death grip on the throne back. Finn guided me to sit down, and I smiled at him gratefully.
Gumball and Marceline came stampeding down the stairs that the door had come crashing down, Marcy clutching a teddy, Gumball with his old shield on his arm.
"Are you okay?" He ran over, jumping almost effortlessly over the door to stand in front of me.
"Peachy I almost got killed by a flying door." I grumbled, dusting myself off.
He grimaced. "Sorry."
I froze, mid-dust. "Sorry? Wait, you..."
Several memories surfaced in my mind, coming out of that nice little place that I stuffed in a box, locked and hid in a mental closet. A few nice little memories of yelping, ducking swinging wooden blades and getting in trouble for turning my dear older cousin varying colours.
I jumped out of my throne. "You're not..." I choked. "You're not actually going back to that idea, are you?"
"What's wrong with it?" He said defensively, cradling his shield. "Bonnie, I've always been a warrior, you know that. I just figured, why keep up the pretense of the poofy prince? It's not who I am, no matter what Mom thinks."
I, meanwhile was freaking. "But-but she's gonna kill you, and maybe me! And what's gonna happen to your kingdom?!"
"Uh, Bonnie?" Marcy touched my arm.
"And, I mean, I didn't actually mean it! Why would I want you to go back to that when your mother despises it so much!"
"P.B.?" Finn looked worriedly at my cheeks as they began to glow slightly, a certain sign of a Candy Person about to totally flip out.
"Plus, maybe the poofy prince is all anyone knows! Fionna's probably gonna be mad that she's been made redundant!"
Gumball scooped up the door and dashed out. "I'm getting out of here before I make her flip! You two calm her down!" He called over his shoulder as he ran out the door.
Marcy shot me a look somewhere between sympathy and why-you-selfish-little-bubble-head-he's-whoever-he -wants-to-be as she walked out after him.
I slumped back into my throne, groaning and massaging my temples as Finn patted me on the shoulder sympathetically.