Author's Note:
Peeps, I am SO FREAKIN' sorry I haven't responded to any of you guys in a while. I think. Or was it the chapters? Ah well. Anywho, I was too busy responding to a friend of mines on Skype and talking about our future and so on...
By the by, I may be in the JROTC in 10th grade. I'll be in the Air Force, just to let you know. NO FLIPPIN' way I will be in the Army or Navy. I just don't see that happening.
And if I finish in enough time, I can go to the University in London or in the U.K. for Astronomy, and come back and see if there's a job in NASA. If not, then I can work solo.
I think...
Ah well. I'll tell more later, if you're up to it. ;D
BUT...major news for Adventure Time Fans:
BAD LITTLE BOY on Adventure Time will be on Cartoon Network soon, and I don't know if it's this Monday, next Monday, or the next next Monday. BUT WATCH OUT FOR MARSHALL LEE, FOR HE WILL ONLY BE UP THERE ONCE TO SING A SONG BEFORE THEY TAKE IT OFF BECAUSE OF THE AWESOMNESS AND HAWTNESS UP THERE.
SO WATCH OUT FOR THE VAMPIRE KING, LADDIES, AND HAVE FUN READING MY STORY!
As Marceline and Finn waited in the waiting room, Finn tapped his foot impatiently, while Marceline hummed a tune, the other vampires in the room minding their business, reading magazines from the table.
Finn had wore his regular outfit (1st chapter description) but without his sword or his pack, while Marceline had wore a red tank top underneath a gray jacket, black jeans and her red boots that kicks ass, her hair like black waves around her skinny body.
The waiting room was like any other waiting room, except there was no one at the desk that was covered in piles of manilla folders and white papers with scribbles of notes, and the room was a dull grey with a little red here and there. The floor was a damp black, a long coffee table between the vampires, Finn and Marceline.
Marceline gave a sigh and started to float above the soft sofa.
"Why are they taking so long?" she groaned, floating over to Finn, who had his fangs petruded from his top lips, staring at the floor as if it held all the answers in his life.
Which it probably did.
{Finn: HEY!}
Anywho...
As Marceline was about to say something, a doctor of...I dunno...maybe 23, or 25, walked in, his skin as blue as Marceline's, but two shades darker, had orange hair with yellow highlights and stopped at his neck, a bite mark on the left side, and was about as tall as Finn, but only two to three inches shorter, and had sapphire blue irises bolted into his face, a white coat over his shoulders.
He took the mask away from his mouth with gloved hands, and gave a fangy smile, and turned to the empty, dark entryway.
"Alright, Ms. Klutcher, you're all set." the doctor said in a velvety voice, stepping away to reveal a green, old vampire woman that walked on a cane, a wrinkly smile on her face.
"Thank you, Dr. Stiffe. I just take the medication every two days?" (Stiffe is pronounced 'stiff', but the 'e' is silent.)
He nodded. "That's right. The directions are on the label for you, darling."
Ms. Klutcher nodded slowly and walked out as any old woman would, which took about five, ten minutes before she really got out of the room into the dangerous outside world of crazy, blood-thirsty vamps.
The doctor gave a short, thick chuckle before grabbing his clipboard from the dark area and looked through the papers, until his eyes widen in astonishment.
"...mmm...Marceline Abadeer?" he called, looking up.
All the male vampires in the room (at least ten, including the doctor and Finn; and I feel bad for Marce being the only girl in there...) turned to look at Marceline, and gulped, except Finn and Dr. Stiffe.
Finn suddenly stood up and turned to Marceline.
"Come on Marce. I'll be back there with you." Finn said, holding out his hand.
But Marceline paid no mind, for she stared at the doctor like he was a hot god that wanted to make love to her all day, every day, until the end of the world came, drool pouring out of her mouth in rivers.
"D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D..." Marceline stuttered, sounding like a broken record, making the male vampires raise their eyebrows in confusion, especially Finn's.
"Uh...she'll be there in a moment." Finn said, turning to the doctor with a nervous chuckle.
With Ice Queen and Marshall...
As Ice Queen/Simone searched through the huge library for an appropriate place, she soon stopped at a lone table in the far corner, Marshall soon catching up.
It was a regular, world sized library in the middle of an empty kingdom with mice and rats, kinda like the one in 'Avatar: The Last Airbender'. (The one in the desert somewhere with the dude that had the map)
Ice Queen soon settled into a dusty chair and took off her crown, soon turning to Marshall Lee.
"What?" Marshall said breathlessly.
"I need you to grab me a book on nuclear bombs, and knock me out with it."
"No need." said a voice.
Ice Queen and Marshall turned around to a dark corner to see someone they never wanted to see, or well, Marshall, didn't want to see.
"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed, his fangs growing longer and his hands balled up into fists.
Sorry, but I always wanted to do a cliffhanger like this... :p
Heh. You'll see who it is soon...
As Marceline wore a long light green robe over her body, she slowly walked up to the table and hopped on it, bare bottom feeling the coldness of it that actually made her shiver.
"Alright Marceline. When was the last time you went to visit a doctor?" Dr. Stiffe asked, looking through her records and soon looking up while Finn watched from a nearby corner.
"...uh..." Marceline started, a finger going to her parted lips. "...when I was...little?" she asked in a half question.
Finn only gave a laugh.
"...but you was..." Stiffe started, but soon faltered away, and shook his head, walking away to go to a cabinet and take out a fresh pair of gloves.
He didn't want to go to the 'you were in the middle of all that debris' subject. So, he just dropped it.
"Well, I really don't remember. My father never really cared for me back then, I guess. We never really hung out ever since the fry incident, but after a while, we got back to father-daughter relationships again..." Marceline said, looking down at her small feet.
Dr. Stiffe gave a nod and turned to Marceline.
"Ok. Since you haven't been to one, it's time for your prostate exam." he said, walking up to her.
(To tell da truth, I have no idea what that is. I heard it from Mom and Grandma, both of them telling me that I'm gonna take one soon, whenever that is...so, I'll look it up on the internet right quick.)
{Finn: Wha?
Jake: It's best if you don't know man.
Marcy: WHAT? WHY ME?
Marsh: ...Mom explained to me once, and I'm am so glad that I am not a girl...
IQ: *shivers*
Jake: *whispers to Finn*
Finn: *disgusted face* EW!}
"Wait. A what? I don't remember all the history and junk." Marceline stated, lifting up her hands.
{...I have nothing to say. I...oh, Glob, this will be so painful. Well, possibly for a moment or two...I think...but ah, Glob, I haven't taken mines yet... *whimpers*}
The doctor gave her a confused look. "No, Ms. Abadeer, not that kind of exam. I mean, that I will have to stick a finger inside of your rectum for a few moments to see if you have Prostate Cancer of some sort." he stated.
Marceline dropped her mouth while Finn dropped his arms.
"And I think it's best if your friend does not take me and rip me in half, but you have to take it." Dr. Stiffe said, shrugging.
"...what's a rectum?" she asked.
"...your...ah, anus, in other words."
Marceline stiffened up. "I hate you so much, Finn." Marceline muttered.
"...what's an anus?" Finn asked.
"...THE HOLE IN BETWEEN YOUR BUTT." Marceline seethed, her eyes going red.
Finn squeaked and grabbed his butt. "I'm out. Let me know when you're done!" Finn said, quickly, and ran from the room.
"No-FINN!" Marceline screamed, and then sighed.
It was no use now.
Marceline sighed. "What do I have to do?" she asked.
Author's Note:
White: So, leave a review if you like.
Finn: I'll...be right...back...*walks away*
Marcy: *shivers and rocks back in forth on couch* Never am I going to a doctor ever AGAIN.
Marsh: ...*shrugs* Coulda been that 'secret spot'...
Marcy: ...*Whimpers and shivers*
White: WHAT? DUDE, TEENAGERS READ THIS!
Marsh: Meh. Not EVERY one of them knows what I'm talking about. Unlike you.
White: D: You don't know what my friends and I talk about! You got no proof!
Marsh: Sure I don't...
BK109: *walks in* That's all folks!
White: O-o WHAT THE **?
Marsh: LANGUAGE!
White: ...
-White D.