As Finn waded across the ocean to Marceline's house with a boat-who is over his fear of the water now-Marceline was snuggled up against his chest, sleeping softly to herself while curled up into a ball. And no, he didn't forget his sword, for Marceline reminded him about it.
Ah. What would the world's favorite human boy/hero be like with out his awesome, yet fluffing wicked, weapon of demon blood?
So...The moon glisten against the edge of the cave of her house, the lake taking its color too, along with its reflection.
Finn soon reached her house and grabbed the porch, and walked up on it, his feet making sloshing noises like he was stepping on a whole bunch of mushy seaweeds. Or whatever makes sloshing noises under your feet. He only shuddered at the noise.
He walked up to the red door, and turned the doorknob, walking into a bright room with pink walls. On his left was the Hardest Couch in the Universe, still red as he first saw it in his young life. On the couch was Schwabelle, who was sleeping softly like Marceline, who was over his shoulder now. How can that zombie dog make it look comfortable?
Oh, wait. She's a zombie. Zombies don't feel anything.
Anywho, there was a TV in front of the couch on the other side of the room, Marceline's Axe Bass beside it. In the middle of the room, or well, in front of the couch, was a coffee table with glass in the center. So...nothing really changed in here. Across the room was the kitchen with its checkered floors, and beside the TV was a ladder that led up to Marceline's room.
"Let's take you to bed, darling," he mumbled under his breath, hoping that she didn't hear him.
He walked across the room, and reached the ladder, and took careful steps as to not fall, or basically drop his soon-to-be wife.
Soon, he made it up to her room, and walked in. He found the lamp beside her large bed, and turned it on. He turned to glance around the room. The room was still the same as it was before "the dramatizing accident in the bathroom", except the desk with her journal and books was more organized, and the floor was cleaned of messy clothes, and her bed sheet was changed. It now had a thick red blanket on top of a deep purple sheet...and it fit for him. For now, we could say.
"All right, let's put you down." he stated. He lifted her skinny sleeping frame from his shoulder and laid her softly on the bed, who slightly whimpered, but stopped when Finn looked in her drawer beside her bed and passed her childhood teddy bear that was given by Simon...or known as the insane, but slightly friendly and tries to be friendly without capturing princesses , Ice King.
He sighed to himself, and sat on the edge of the bed, his back to Marceline.
He was about to say something he wanted to get off his chest, until he smelled the smell of rotten fish and stinky seaweed that fish pees on that we possibly don't know how yet.
"Aw, Jank. I need to take a shower." he said, jumping off the bed and going into the closet that Jake and him had hidden in years ago while sneaking in her house. He shuffled some boxes around, and moves some piles of clothes until he found a pair of black boxers and a gray tank top. It'll do for now. It's not like she can kill him...
Or could she?
He shuddered at the thought, and walked across the room to the bathroom, and closed the door behind him. He turned to his right, and flicked on the light switch, to find himself invisible in front of a sink mirror.
Aw...I'm invisible? But how can Marceline see me? He thought to himself.
Meh. He just shrugged. He guessed that vampires had that kind of ability.
So, he turned to the bathtub and turned on the faucet, rushing water coming out of the shower head above him, soon steaming up the bathroom. He stripped himself of his shoes and clothes, and jumped in to meet the hot water that gave him warmth.
"So much better..." he said, and sighed. He positioned himself of the faucet, and started to clean his hair of the ridden dirt.
Meanwhile...in the land of Aaa...
It was daytime out, and since Fionna took his umbrella, he can't go outside without protection. The sky was a bright blue, Cloud people dancing on their own clouds like there was no tonight nor no tomorrow. Seagulls screeched above Marshall's cave, but he didn't hear them because he was shielded inside his own domain of a house.
It was the same style as Marceline, but the walls were a dark blue, his couch red, and clothes splattered like paint everywhere in his room, and his bathroom mirror chipped from an accident with scaring Fionna.
Marshall Lee was floating above his couch, pouting with his arms across his chest, which makes some girls like me think that he's cute when he pouts. {clears throat... "Nobody heard nor saw that, alright?" Anyway...} He wore a red and black plaided shirt over a black tank top against his olive oil skin, blue jeans that made all the girls drool over him and possibly some guys jealous {cough, cough} with a pair of red converses. His hair was a midnight black like Marceline's, but his natural attire. (hairstyle from Fionna and Cake episode, so I'm not going to explain it anyways...)
He was going to propose to the girl he wanted to marry, before this Finn boy came by. He felt it in his blood, her blood, both destined to be together forever.
But he was busy dealing with Fionna and her madness of this Flame Prince she always drooled and bragged about. So, he never really got the chance to ask her, especially spending a little "bro time" with the sissy Prince Gumball because of Fionna complaining that they should spend more time together.
But a flippin' human asked her. A human. Glob, he was so going to be embarrassed by the Devil and possibly his mother that she married, who always grabbed some random girl and asked if he wanted to marry her. Ugly or cute. One time, she grabbed a guy's girlfriend, who wanted to kill Marshall with a freaking silver fork while the girl was like the female version of Lumpy Space Prince (yes, demanding to have a ring on her finger).
Yeah. His mom is that horrible and demanding.
But he wanted Marceline. His destined Vampire Queen.
Why is it that hard that he just can't get what he wants?
He screamed in frustration, startling his cat, Scwaballe. The cat stretched its bony limbs, and got up to go somewhere quieter than dealing with the master.
"Cranberry you, Scwaballe. You're no help to me anyways." he mumbled under his breath, hissing softly afterwards.
He looked up at the ceiling, and raised him long, slender, yet muscular arms, to pull at his hair.
"If only there was some Glob-flippin' way!" he screamed, and plopped down on the couch face first, not caring if his face was bleeding from the sudden injury that would have killed a year old baby.
Unless...he can ask her.
That rotten bee he dated all those years ago that sold away Hamba, his little prized possession he gotten from Simone.
Before she turned into the crazy ice Queen a.k.a. Frosty the Snow Witch.
But that means he has to give her what she wants...
NO. He's not going through that stage.
Come on, Marshall. It's not so bad if you just do it... His brain said, making a second thought pipe up in his dead brain.
Flip no. We're never going back to that crazy bee. She's insane as Ice Queen is now! Mind stated, going against his dead brain of thoughts.
Think about it. Only she can get rid of Finn... Brain said, giving Mind a second to think about the dangerous decision.
Still, no. First of all, we have to find a freaking golden wedding ring so we can get married, and then she can do our offer for us. What if she doesn't? You know what? We're better off with Ice Queen freezing him and she can have him as her personal prince, instead of predatoring on all the other princes, heck, even she'll back away from us once, for eternity. Mind stated, and soon, everything in the whole world stopped.
"Ice Queen..." Marshall stated, lifting his head up from the migraine headache all the thinking had caused him. He took a deep breath, and laid his cheek on the hard couch, pondering on his last decision before making a move on the board.
"If only...in fact, she will!" he piped, kicking his feet in the air and floating to the door.
Wait. No sun protection.
Glob da-wait. His hoodie that Fionna got him.
He face palmed himself and floated up his room, going to his closet. He kicked it opened, and searched for it, making another pile of clothes until he found it.
A Dallas Cowboys sweatshirt that had some pieces of stubble on it, but he'll clean it off later. He pulled up the hood and floated down the ladder, grabbing his bass that was beside his TV that was similar to Marceline's, but was more manlier and deadlier, and opened the door.
"I hope this works." he stated, and closed his door behind him, and flew off into the daylight to the Ice Kingdom to visit the frosted crazy witch.
Author's Note:
Comment if you like. And if you don't like Dallas Cowboys nor Marshall Lee, then get out of here before I make you suffer.