Marceline's P.O.V.
So, Gumball poked his head into a door. "Good news, Scales, it's Lady Elizabeth-less."
"'Scales'?" I raised an eyebrow.
He reached up and pulled a scale off of my cheek, dropping it into my palm. "Scales." He confirmed. He grabbed my hand and I was led through the door, which turned out to go into the sitting room I'd been in earlier. He flopped onto the couch, sighing as he relaxed. He looked up, grinning contentedly, and patted the space next to him. "C'mon, it's a helluva lot comfier than yours." He teased.
"Alright, I guess." I smiled and sat next to him.
"Hey, do you like the movie Heat Signature?"
"Do I, do I!" I bounced up and down excitedly before freezing and sheepishly quenching my childish reaction to my much-beloved favourite movie. "Uh, I mean... yeah, it's a good movie, I guess," I shrugged nonchalantly, tucking my hair behind my ear.
He laughed and got up, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a portable holoplayer and a familiar cassette case. "Ta-dah!" He grinned goofily.
"Put it on, fool!" I ordered jokingly.
He, quite theatrically, placed the holoplayer on the blue crystal table in front of the couch, sliding the tape in fluidly. He smiled and sat down, on arm thrown over the back of the couch.
I sat, entranced by the familiar images and audio. However, when the first really scary bit came on, I screamed and automatically dived toward the nearest thing- which happened to be Gumball.
He'd halfway slid down into a lying position, and he scrambled upright. "Marcy? I thought you'd seen this before!" He wrapped his arms around my shoulders to comfort me, pausing the video.
"I have. Thousands of times. But it's because it scares me that I love it." I replied, peeking up at him from under my fringe.
"You seriously are strange, Marcy." He shook his head, letting go and continuing the movie.
We kept watching, but eventually it got to the part where one of the doctors gets eaten. I sat, frozen in sheer terror, as Gumball made noises like he was about to throw up as the monster threw the guy around, jumping every time you could hear the snap of another bone breaking. I closed my eyes, wincing every time he screamed.
I cracked my eyelids open just in time to see the monster rip off his head, blood spraying every which way as I squeaked, throwing a pillow over my face and trembling.
Gumball paused it again, turning off the holoplayer and gathering me up into his arms. He held me, stroking my hair until I calmed down. "It's okay, it's okay." He soothed. "It's just a movie, Marce. C'mon, what're you scared of?"
"I always hear that the monster's real. Marshall always used to say that whenever I watched it."
"Listen, do you really think that we'd ever let some horrible monster like that get you?"
"I guess not..." I said uncertainly.
"Right. C'mon, calm down. You're shaking." He trapped my quaking hands, hugging me gently.
"I know, I'm sorry." I frowned.
"It's not your fault, what are you talking about? I'm the one who brought up the globdamn movie." He patted my head.
I laid my head on his chest and focused on the sound of his beating heart. I managed to slow my breathing a little and forget about the monster in the movie as I considered what was happening. Being scared had never paid off more...