Over the Edge Chapter 2: Confessing, an adventure time with finn and jake fanfic

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Over the Edge

Ch.2 'Confessing.'

3rd P.O.V.

Life had always been awkward for Marshall. His past was horrible, full of lies, hatred, grief, and death. Because of his past, he dreamed. He completely left the world, going into a whole new one, where he could control what happens. Despite how horrific his past was, though, he rarely had nightmares. Which is what surprised Marshall at the Ice Palace. What was even more surprising, though, is that he had a croak dream. As weird and surprising as all that was, it got even weirder. He didn't have his croak dream.

He had Fionna's.

All he could see was darkness. He glanced around, finally noticing Fionna. She was waving at him, and pointing to a white light. Marshall squinted. It was a corridor. Fionna was saying something, but he couldn't make it out. It looked like she wanted to go into it, though.

"No, Fionna!" He shouted, shaking his head. He had a bad feeling about that place. She ignored his warnings and walked in. Marshall groaned. Typical of Fi to never listen.

"Come back! Where did you go?!" He called after her. She didn't return. Suddenly all he saw was a huge blur, and when the blur left, he saw the Ice Queen shoot a crystal blue icicle at Fionna.

"Fionna!" He shouted before jumping in front of her. Suddenly, it was blurry again. After the blur left this time, he saw a dark red icicle go straight through Fionna. Her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face, she managed one last word before crumpling to the ground.

"Marshall..." Marshall's eyes went wide. He had no idea why he was on the ground, or why his stomach hurts so much, but he managed to pull himself towards Fionna.

"No...Fionna...you can't be...no...FIONNA!" He felt her stregnth leave her but before it completely faded, he saw a giant gold owl.

The cosmic owl looked at him and crowed.

He was suddenly awake, staring at Fionna's wide, anxious eyes.

"Fionna!" He exclaimed, relieved to see her. She was alive. It had been a dream. She was alive. She was alive and well and pulling him into a tight embrace. They held each other for a minute, both crying. Marshall began to babble about how scared he was, and Fionna listened, and comforted him. Marshall was embarrased afterwards, but neither Gumball nor Fionna brought it up, and he was grateful for that.

2 days had passed since then, both uneventful and boring. On the second day, however, Marshall was arguing with himself. On one hand, he needed to tell the gang about his-Or, rather, Fionna's-Croak dream that he had. On the other hand, it might just have been a nightmare. Nothing to worry about.

He strummed a few notes on his bass, about to write a song about inner turmoil, whenever his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and read the digital letters on the bright screen.

Fionna.

He smiled a little before answering the phone.

"Hey Fi." Faster than Marshall can process, Fionna is talking really fast. He couldn't understand a word she was saying.

"HeyMarshIhavetotellyousomethingandI'mreallyfreaki ngoutbutbeforeItellyouthethingIwanttotellyoythatIl oveyouandIwantyoutotellmeifyoulovemetooornotandit' sokayifyousaynobutIjustwantedtoknow!" Marshall's eyes went a little wide and he couldn't help but laugh.

"Look Fi, I have no idea what in Grod's name you just said, so I'm going over to the treefort so you can tell me there. Before I get there, though, calm the banaynays down!" She laughed at Marshall'a little speech and sighed.

"Okay, Marsh, I will. Meet me at the Moonlit Lake at 11:45 instead, though." Marshall frowned. She only went to Moonlit Lake whenever she had to tell him important stuff. It was usually bad.

"Sure! No prob, Fi!" He said happily before hanging up. He glanced at the clock. 11:30. 15 minutes to get there. He slung his bass onto his back and left the house.

It was 11:50 when Marshall arrived at the lake, and from the empty soda cans and candy bar wrappers that Fionna had been there a while. She looked anxious, just staring at the lake.

Moonlit Lake. Named for it's unnatural beauty during the night. The moon reflects off right in the middle of it.

"Hey." Marshall said, running a hand through his messy black hair. He always did that when he was nervous, and mentally cursed himself for it. He didn't know it, but Fionna loved it. Fionna loved everything about him.

She turned around and threw herself to Marshall, pulling him in for a hug. Surprised, but happy, Marshall returned the hug. She looked up at him. He was a whole head taller than she was, and he bragged about it all the time. That was another thing Fionna loved. He had this special way of bragging that didn't sound like bragging. She had a thing for tall men, too. At the age of 17, she knew exactly what kind of a guy she would want. And Marshall was it.

"Hey Marshall." She said, not moving off of him. Her voice was muffled from his shirt, but he could understand her anyway.

"Did something bad happen?" Marshall asked, worried. He had been beside himself with worry on the whole way over to the lake.

"What happened? Who got hurt?" Fionna looked up at him from his shirt.

"No one got hurt...Yet, anyway." The way she said 'yet' sent shivers down his spine.

"What do you mean by 'Yet'?" He asked. She didn't say anything. "Fionna, tell me! What do you mean by 'yet'? WHO'S GOING TO GET HURT?" He said, louder than he expected. Fionna looked up, yet refusing to meet his eyes.

"You." She said. She suddenly started to burst into tears. Marshall's eyes went wide at the display of Fionna clinging to his shirt like a child, bawling her eyes out. He hugged her, comforted her, not asking any questions. Just being there. After a while, Fionna stopped crying. She was blushing furiously, and Marshall could guess that she was embarrassed.

"Okay," Marshall began, "We both have important news to tell each other, right?" Fionna nodded. "So, let's just both say it at the same time. Okay?" Fionna thought for a minute, and then smiled. She liked that idea.

"Okay, Fi. On the count of 3. One, two, three!"

"I HAD YOUR CROAK DREAM!"

"WHAT?!"

They were shouting at each other simultaniously, and were both shocked at what they heard.

"Wait, Blue," Marshall started carefully. "You had my croak dream, and I had yours?" Fionna nodded slowly, her mind numb. Marshall groaned. What does this mean?

"I had yours...that day we saved Gumball, and I had that nightmare. That nightmare was your croak dream."

"I had yours that night." They were silent after that, holding each other, silently comforting the other. They stared at the lake, every once in a while glancing at the other. They both wanted to ask the same question. When do you think the dreams will happen? What happened in your dream? So many questions unanswered, waiting to be asked, yet unwilling to do so themselves.

It wasn't until after an hour that the human girl and the vampire fell asleep against each other at the same time.

Fionna and Marshall were in a dark place. They could see nothing but blackness, and each other. Marshall grabbed Fionna's hand. The universal sign of protection, peace, and sometimes love.

"Marshall..." Fionna whimpered. She was scared. Her ironically ocean blue eyes were wide, and she was shaking. The cavern-Or wherever they were-Was freezing, but it was not tempature that made Fionna shiver.

It was fear.

Fionna wasn't the only one afraid. Marshall was also afraid. This was just like the croak dream. Marshall's hand waved in the air on the side of him for awhile before finding Fionna's. He grabbed her hand, determined that he wouldn't let her go. He wouldn't let her go into the lit cavern, or let her go fight the Ice Queen, or let her go for good. Never.

"Marshall..." Fionna whimpered. Marshall noticed that her heart rate was faster, her hand freezing. She shivered.

"Where are we, Marsh?" She asked. Marshall didn't want to give her the answer. I don't know, Fi, he thought. I don't know.

Instead of telling her that, he gripped her hand a little tighter and replied with: "Somewhere that I'll protect you." He figured it was lame, cliche even, but he felt het pulse slowly go back to normal, and that made him a little calmer as well.

"Why are we here?" She asked. Once again, it was a question he could not answer. He tried to think of one, but luckily for him, he didn't have to. Red, glowing letters suddenly appeared out of nowhere, infront of them, floating in the air.

A soul for a soul,

A wish for a wish,

A human and vampire,

The blood shall mix!

A dream for a dream,

A kiss for a kiss,

A human and vampire,

Only one shall live!

Fionna and Marshall both woke up, drenched in sweat, and panting heavily. They glanced at each other and within a matter of seconds they were holding each other, once again comforting each other without words. All things must have an end, though, including silence.

"Hey, Marsh? Did you dream about the-"

"Prophecy? Yeah. What do you think it means?" Marshall had cut off Fionna. That usually would have annoyed her, but she let it slide. She was concerned with the dream more than manners, and he had been right, after all. She was going to ask about the prophecy.

"Well...I'm only guessing, but...One of us is going to die." Fionna said the words, but Marshall had been thinking them. This made no sense.

"Should we...ask Gumball? He knows alot of stuff, and he has that huge library." Fionna's suggestion made Marshall's expression even more grim than it already was.

"He might freak out. The candy people flip out and blow up when they're scared. He may look human, anatomy wise, but he still is a candy person. What if he flips out? We don't know if he'll blow up, too." Marshall's point was a true one, and Fionna had to agree with it. Marshall pulled her head against his chest, onr hand on the back of her head and the other on her back. She allowed him to, needing the comfort. She wanted to let him continue holding her like that all night long. She had her arms around his waist, just in case she fell asleep. The odds of that happening to either of them weren't high. Neither, human nor vampire, adventuress nor king, girl nor boy, was in the mood to sleep. Only to comfort, and be comforted. Neither cared about the sound lashing they were bound to recieve from Cake. They held each other, not wanting to speak. In the back of their heads, a small voice urged them to speak. This voice was not evil, nor magic, but it was love. Their subconciouses wanted them to confess to each other. Marshall gave a glance to his watch. 1:56.

"Hey, Marsh...?" Fionna broke the silence.

"Yeah, Fi?" Marshall answered. He glanced down at her, but got poked in the eye by one of her rabbit ears. He didn't mention it, though, opting to rest his chin on the top of her head instead. Fionna squirmed a litrle, obviously a little uncomfortavle with what she wanted to say.

1:58.

Fionna moved out of his arms into a sitting position, looking at him in his dark red eyes.

"Marsh, about what the Ice Queen said...That day...Well..." Marshall couldn't stand seeing her at a loss for words like this. He didn't know what she was going to say, but he knew what he didn't want her to say. He crashed his lips against hers, cutting her off. Her eyes went wide at first, but she soon closed them and kissed him back.

They had their first kiss at exactly 2:00 am, on the shore of Moonlit Lake.

Fionna pulled away from the kiss. Dang mortals, and their pesky needs to breathe!

She looked at Marshall, and leaned against his chest, cuddling herself into him. He held her, and she amazingly fell asleep. Marshall didn't know how she did it, because he knew he wouldn't be getting a wink of sleep the next day. He looked down at Fionna's head again, this time taking extra precaution and avoiding the rabbit ears. She was cute, he decided, with just her bangs hanging out of her hat.

"Hey!" He called up to the narrator.

"What?" The narrator called down.

"I don't even know your name, and you're telling the world about me and Fi's life." He said.

"My name is Mysterious-fiolee. Any other concerns?" Mysterious-fiolee asked.

"Don't you think the story is going a little fast?" He asked with a small frown.

"Oh, Glob! I didn't think of that!" Mysterious-fiolee exclaimed. "I hope not...Get back to the story!"

"Jeez...Sorry." Marshall muttered.

He looked back at Fionna. So sweet, so innocent, so pure of heart. She may have been the human, but she was the most inhuman person he had ever met. The humans before her time wete evil, corrupt with greed and a psychotic need for power. Fionna, on the other hand, hated anything evil and strived for goodwill. She was the last human, also the purest one.

Only one shall live.

The words sent shivers down his spine. He couldn't help but worry. Would he be the one that lives? He was the immortal one. The vampire. The impenetrable monster. The steel wall. The twisty ties that hold Barbies to the cardboard backings. He was invincible.

She was the human. She was fragile, like an egg, or the countless vases Marshall had broken in his mother's home. Like the windows of the Candy Palace that he had broken.

Like he had broken. Would she die because of him? Would he 'break' her? He rarely drank blood anymore;would he one day snap? Lose control, just like his mother anticipated? Maybe he needed to stop hanging around her.

Fionna shifted in her sleep and cuddled closer to him. He cursed inwardly, knowing that no matter how hard he tried, he wouldn't be able to stay away from her. So, instead, he made a vow to himself. He vowed to always be there to protect Fionna. He knew he loved her. He knew she had, at least, a small crush on him. So why couldn't he tell her that directly?

"I love you, Fi." He said softly, holding her tighter against himself. He was afraid of losing her. He lost Simone. His dad. His mom(I say his mom because he never talks to her at all anymore. She isn't dead.) Hamba. He lost so many loved ones, he couldn't stand to lose another.

A glance at his watch told him that it was 12:14. A glance at Fionna's face told him that she wasn't having a nightmare. He should probably bring her home, just in case she does have one. He wasn't sure if he would be able to be there like Fionna was for him, but he knew that Cake would be.

He also knew that he wouldn't be able to sleep a wink for a while.

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and pointing to a white light. Marshall squinted. It was a corridor. Fionna was saying something, but he couldn't make it out. It looked like she wanted to go into it, though.

"No, Fionna!" He shouted, shaking his head. He had a bad feeling about that place. She ignored his warnings and walked in. Marshall groaned. Typical of Fi to never listen.

"Come back! Where did you go?!" He called after her. She didn't return. Suddenly all he saw was a huge blur, and when the blur left, he saw the Ice Queen shoot a crystal blue icicle at Fionna.

"Marshall..." Marshall's eyes went wide. He had no idea why he was on the ground, or why his stomach hurts so much, but he managed to pull himself towards Fionna.

"No...Fionna...you can't be...no...FIONNA!" He felt her stregnth leave her but before it completely faded, he saw a giant gold owl.

The cosmic owl looked at him and crowed.

He was suddenly awake, staring at Fionna's wide, anxious eyes.

He strummed a few notes on his bass, about to write a song about inner turmoil, whenever his cell phone rang. He glanced at it and read the digital letters on the bright screen.

Fionna.

He smiled a little before answering the phone.

"Hey Fi." Faster than Marshall can process, Fionna is talking really fast. He couldn't understand a word she was saying.

"HeyMarshIhavetotellyousomethingandI'mreallyfreaki ngoutbutbeforeItellyouthethingIwanttotellyoythatIl oveyouandIwantyoutotellmeifyoulovemetooornotandit' sokayifyousaynobutIjustwantedtoknow!" Marshall's eyes went a little wide and he couldn't help but laugh.