AN:
IT OCCURRED TO ME just as I finished chapter 8 that I had forgotten to upload chapter 7. WHOOPS! So sorry, my bad, but at least you get another chapter first thing tomorrow, too!
Again, I apologize for taking so long to update. Spreading my time between real life and three fan fictions may be fun for me, but it wasn't a great idea concerning time… I will be writing less for the next two weeks as we are nearing the end of the quarter in school.
ANYWAY! I have decided that the next few chapters will be written in the perspectives of Marshall Lee, Gumball, and then Marceline. After that, I will bring Cake and Ice Queen into the equation.
DISCLAIMER: Adventure Time is not mine in any way, other than in my heart and dreams… Sigh.
Marshall Lee's POV:
The rage of a dozen ages. That was a very melodramatic way of describing what I felt at the moment that Marceline dragged the feeble, pathetic prince through the rift. What was the demon spawn trying to accomplish by dragging him through to this dimension?
I spun on my heel and strode from the room, angry enough to actually use my legs. I yanked the doors shut behind me violently. My hands made frustrated fists in my hair as I stormed through the halls of the castle, down the darkest stairways of the irritatingly bright castle and down into the dungeon.
I locked myself in the deepest chamber. Actually locked myself in, so I couldn't get out. What was a few decades of solitude to cure a bad mood? I'd been on my own for hundreds of years before the kingdoms began springing back up after the Mushroom Bomb hit, and it had been a great experience for my emotional health. There was no easier way to lose feeling than spend a few centuries on your own.
I don't know how long I stayed down there, but it wasn't long enough. The cell door slammed open, and there stood the she-devil herself.
"Woah, we've got ourselves a drama queen!" she giggled, singsong, as she floated upside-down over my head. I roared at her, fangs gleaming and eyes glowing red, but she wasn't fazed. "Oh, come on, Marshie. You think I don't know your tricks just as well as you do? I'm not going to leave you alone." She drifted to the ground next to me and wrapped her arms around her knees.
"Marceline," I growled. "Go away."
I could almost hear her eyes roll. "Save it for the mortals. You can't fool me. I know what's going on in your head almost as well as what's going on in mine."
"Bite me."
"I think I'm a little late to the punch," she teased, obviously finding herself downright hilarious. Oh, Glob, tell me I didn't come across this way to everyone else.
"Do everyone a favor and go back to the Nightosphere."
She cackled evilly. "Oh, come on, Marshie. We could do great things together if you'd just stop whining about that pathetic little human girl."
I just about ripped her throat out. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it would actually kill her or if she would just look really ugly for the rest of eternity. I leaped to my feet anyway, morphing into my bat-form. "How dare you bring Fionna into this?" I roared. Our voices probably carried up into the main part of the castle, but I was beyond caring.
Marceline was not at all fazed by my transformation. Instead, she joined me in a slightly smaller bat-form. She did know all of my tricks, didn't she? "I didn't! You did! She's all you've thought about since you got to Ooo! Doesn't it matter to you that for once in your long, miserable life, you actually have someone that understands everything you've been through?"
"Marceline, I'm not torn up over my childhood! I'm the Vampire King. Why would I need someone who 'understands' to be satisfied? I have more power than anyone in Aaa!"
"Don't need anyone? What about your sniveling little human girl? You seem to need her!"
I suddenly couldn't find it in myself to hate Marceline. I shrank down to vampire size and walked out of the dungeons without another glance at the raging bat-demon behind me.
When I reached the main hall, the whole party was there.
"Marshall!" Fionna rushed forward and threw her arms around me. I froze until she realized what she was doing and stepped back awkwardly, rocking back on her heels. "Um, we could hear you and Marceline fighting. After you ran off last night, I thought…"
"What, that I'd left? What does it matter to you?" I pushed past her and went for the castle entrance. I didn't dare look at Gumball, lest his fancy pink face end up detached from the rest of his head.
"Marshall, wait!" the adventuress called after me. I stopped but didn't turn. "Where are you going?"
I sighed wearily. "I don't know. Later, Fionna." And then I floated out the doors and into the dark lights of pre-dawn without a second glace, not at all sure where I was going. I would come back at night to petition for our return to Aaa, but I was determined not to think about Fionna last night.
AN:
Okay, so sorry it's short! Between homework and violin rehearsals, this alone took two days to write…
Gumball next. Then Marceline. After that the plot will thicken, finally.