Fionna—is a 13-year-old adventurer and Cake's adoptive sister. While usually appearing as black dots, her eyes are seen as blue when enlarged. She wears a rabbit-themed hat (similar to Finn's bear-themed hat) with exposed locks of blonde hair. Unlike Finn, her neck is shown. Her outfit includes a teal blue shirt with elbow-length sleeves, a dark blue skirt, and knee-high socks with two thin horizontal stripes at the top. Fionna is heavier set than. She has a green backpack (similar to Finn's) and Mary Jane shoes. Her name was officially changed from "Fiona" to "Fionna," presumably to make it more similar to Finn's name. The pronunciation, however, has remained unchanged. Like Finn and his crush on Princess Bubblegum, it is revealed in many portraits posted that Fionna has a crush on Prince Gumball. Fionna has buck teeth like a rabbit. Fionna, like Finn, is Cake's adoptive sister.
Marshal Lee—is a counterpart of Marceline. He has the same abilities as Marceline. Marshall Lee has pointy ears and light blue skin. His hair is shorter than Marceline's but he has a matching permanent bite mark. He initially wore a grey plaid shirt, but now wears a red and black plaid shirt. He also wears dark blue jeans, and brownish-white sneakers. His outfits differ in the episodes, though, like Prince Gumball. Though Marceline has circle-shaped eyes, his eyes are rectangular. Unlike Marceline's forked, snake-like tongue, Marshall Lee's tongue is rounded. Marshall Lee is a wild rock star. Centuries of wandering the Land of Aaa have made him a fearless daredevil. He and Marceline both have regular electric bass guitars. In this episode, he wears a long-sleeved grey and red shirt, worn jeans, and black sneakers.
Heather Adageer-is Marshall Lee's mother and the ruler of the Twilosphere. She is completely evil, but seems to have a hidden soft spot for her son. In her usual form, she has light blue skin, cat-like green eyes with red slits, high cheekbones, and sharp teeth. Her ears are pointed at the end, and she has her black hair in a tight bun. She usually wears a grey jacket, a white blouse with a red tie, a grey pencil skirt, and red boots. Her monster form is much more grotesque. She has her body the same, but her upper half is horribly different. Her head is now resembling a black brain with sharp devil horns, and lemon eyes. Her mouth is now resembling a parallel cut in her head, with sharp, needle-like teeth and a snake-like tongue. Vocal chords hang freely below her chin. She has a pair of red and black tentacle arms sprouting from her neck. Two sacs are on either side of her throat, containing the souls that she has eaten.
IT CAME FROM THE TWILOSPHERE
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Marshall Lee takes Fionna's hand and they float in the direction of the moon, smiling at each other.
Fionna softly beatboxed to herself as she waited for Marshall Lee to tune his bass guitar correctly. She looked around. Marshall Lee continued to live in the swamp where she and Cake had lived for about three hours until he kicked them out. He had made a home where they had previously made their camp site. He had replaced it with a two-story red brick house with black shingles. It had only three windows, but she guessed that was only because there was a little sun-setting light in the swamp coming through the entrance. There were two doors, one in the front and one in the back patio. He had made a small ping-pong table against the building. He had managed to make a small garden with emerald green grass but poisonous toadstools. She liked it.
"Thanks for helping me record my music today, Fionna." said Marshall Lee as he pricked a chord on the guitar to check the tuning.
"No problemo, Marshello." replied Fionna happily.
"Now," said Marshall Lee once he had finished tuning. "I'm going to sing something really personal." He stood up on the wooden floor of the patio and took Fionna's hand, leading her inside. "So don't laugh at me."
"Don't fret, dear sir." laughed Fionna.
Marshall Lee's eyes narrowed to slits acidly at her. "I said don't laugh at me."
Fionna covered her mouth immediately.
They entered the living room. The two of the three windows of the house were on the north and right walls, and Fionna realized they were dimmed. There was a bright light on the ceiling. The walls were blood red, the floor a carpet black. There was one picture on the wall of a bloody knife. There were two leather couches, a juke box with a wide variety of selections, and a small TV that obviously came before the Fungi War. A ladder next to the TV led upstairs. Two white candles were on the wall above one of the couches. A wooden stand next to the same couch held a sort of double-lamp.
"Now," said Marshall Lee, setting the bass in the right position, "Start with a slow beat. And keep it steady, or it'll mess up everything."
"Coming right up!" beamed Fionna. She picked up the tape on the floor and put on one of the headphone ears. "Boo chaka boo boo bee chaka..."
"Great." nodded Marshall Lee. "Not hit record."
Fionna pressed the button down on the tape. "Booma booma booma booma..."
Marshall Lee began as Fionna continued
"Mommy
Why did you eat my pie?
I bought it
It was mine.
But you ate it
Yeah, you ate my pie
And I cried
But you didn't see me cry.
Mommy
Do you even love me?
Well I wish you'd show it.
Because I wouldn't know it.
What kinda mom eats
Her own son's pie?
Doesn't even look him in the eyes.
Mommy there were tears there
If you saw them would you even care?"
Fionna's beatboxing had turned very slow by the time he got to the part about him questioning his mother's love. Then her beatboxing got quieter. Then it was just a whimpering whisper.
Fionna dismissed the beatboxing with a depressed sigh.
"Huh?" Marshall Lee turned to Fionna, his cheeks somehow a light red with nonexistent blood. He bared his fangs. "FIONNA, YOU MESSED UP THE BEAT!"
But Fionna was whimpering, her eyes brimmed with tears. Not because she was sad that he had yelled at her, but because he was missing his mother so much. Fionna's mother had died when she was younger, and she still missed her deeply. "Marshall, if you miss your mother so much, why don't you go see her?"
At first, Marshall Lee did not reply. He just stared down at the floor as if it were the most interesting thing in the world. Then he shook it off. "Nah. She's not worth the effort."
"Not worth what effort?" asked Fionna suspiciously.
"Whelp," Marshall Lee leaned back in the air, strumming a few chords on his bass. "First I'd have to draw a circle with a crazy face in the center."
Fionna reached into her pack and, seeing Marshall Lee was distracted, took out a permanent black pen. She drew a round circle on the wall above the couch and drew a Peg Face in the center. "What would you have to do next?"
"Then I'm pretty sure you have to douse it with beetlejuice."
Fionna ran into Marshall Lee's kitchen momentarily, reached into the fridge and pulled out the correct carton. Then she ran back into the room, making sure Marshall Lee hadn't noticed her momentary absence. Then she ripped the top off of the carton and threw the carton at the Peg Face, the thick olive juice splattering everything. "Oh yeah?"
The beetlejuice began to seep into the Peg Face like ink into paper. The eyes glowed bright, the skin shiny like glass. Suddenly, the two candles on either side of it lit up madly.
"And then you're supposed to chant something like..." Marshall Lee paused, as if trying to remember. "قد الشر توجيه روحك"
Fionna nodded. "And then?"
"And then the Portal to the Twiloshpere should open up like a door."
Fionna's eyes grew to saucers and her breathing hitched. She looked at the Peg Face and saw it was beginning to vibrate. "Twilosphere?"
"Yeah." Marshall Lee ran a pale finger up and down the long chords smoothly. "But I don't really want to see my Mom. I'm still made about that thing with the pie."
Suddenly, a sound like a harsh wind tearing through the leaves of the trees filled the room, along with the howling of an awakening beast.
Marshall Lee started. "Wha-?"
"So...uh..." Fionna paused. "...You really don't want to see her."
And then something like a bull pushed her onto her stomach. She turned around on her back and saw that the Peg Face was sliding apart like a slide door. And then the split flew up and down the wall. The wall flew apart, but instead of seeing the outside swamp, all Fionna saw was a night sky. There were blood red storm clouds in the distance, raining blood down as well as black lightning. Flames suddenly sprouted all around. The couch tore in two, the lamp fell in shards on the floor. The floor in front of the opening began to go down in stairs until they disappeared into the flames.
The flames flickered off of Fionna's baseball-sized pupils. "What have I done?"
And suddenly, a fiery ball landed a few feet in front of Fionna. The flames disappeared quickly, revealing a full skeleton, but the shards of bone were spread randomly. Nerves were also there, piled together. Two cat-like eyeballs and a brain were limp before her. There were digestive systems included. Kidneys, lungs, a pancreas, vocal chords, and muscles were there in the pile, and blood veins were spread around like noodles.
And then something light blue began to shape around them. The innards and bones began to lift up into the air with the help of the forming skin. Things in the colors of black, grey, white, and red fitted around them. A wisp of black hair appeared like smoke.
And then there was a woman. A woman with cat-like eyes, tied up black hair, high cheekbones, and a business suit with boots. Heather Adageer.
At first Heather was as still as a marble statue. The she blinked and leaned forward a bit. "Son?" Her voice sounded like a bird's tweet. "Did you summon me?"
"NO!" yelled Marshall Lee. He span to Fionna so fast he almost turned into a tornado. "FIONNA WHAT THE GLOB DID YOU DO?"
Fionna smiled sheepishly as a drop of sweat slithered down her temple. "I...reunited you with your beloved...?"
Marshall Lee fumed.
Fionna felt movement behind her. She turned around swiftly and nearly screamed when she saw Heather's face, cat-like eyes and all, only a few inches before her.
"Marshall Lee," said Heather slowly. "Is this young lady your maid?"
"I'm not evil, Marshall Lee's Mom!" proclaimed Fionna with a thumbs-up. "I'm suppa great!"
Heather's face curved into a deep frown. "SUPER GREAT?" Her tweety voice was now a crow's shriek. She turned sharply to her son. "Son, I am greatly disappointed in you. Being involved with organisms of great alignment."
Marshall Lee's eyes glowed red with fury, and his fangs went as sharp as razors. "I'M BEING INVOLVED WITH PEOPLE WHO DON'T TREAT ME LIKE POOP!"
"Whoa, whoa." Fionna waved her hands for a signal for them to calm down. "Don't be wonk. Families should be loving to one another."
Heather narrowed her cat eyes and turned to the young heroin sharply. "Me and my son are perfectly loving, ignorant child." Then her face froze like a marble statue once more. She lifted her head upwards, inhaling through her nostrils deeply. Then her cat-like slits widened to full irises, much like a shark when it smells blood. The corners of her mouth lifted into a wicked smile. "I can smell your heroic soul, mortal.
At first, Fionna's eyebrows lowered in confusion. Then she stood straighter with realization. "Oh! Sorry bout that. My soul reeks of heroism."
Fangs extracted from Heather's tough gums, as sharp and as deadly as knives. "I'M GONNA SUCK IT OUT OF YOU."
"Wait." Fionna stepped back a bit. "Say what?"
Heather's tough palms flew up to Fionna's shoulders faster than the speed of light. Then her mouth opened to the size of a basketball. Her fangs were as big as golf balls. Her snaky tongue was like a knife. She began to suck in through her mouth. But instead of sucking in air, a sort of pale gold vapor filled her mouth and flew down her throat. It took a moment to realize that the vapor was coming from HERSELF. It was pouring through her skin, through her eyes, and mouth. Then the drainage took effect. Fionna's brain felt like water. Her insides were hollow, like someone had gutted her like a fish. Her nerves felt like noodles. Her arms and legs felt like jelly. Her field of vision began to fill with bright white spots.
"YOU ALWAYS DO STUFF LIKE THIS!"
Marshall Lee lashed his mother away from Fionna. Heather stumbled back, shocked, the last of the soul vapor slithering down her throat. Fionna fell back like she was lifeless. But her soul seemed to be slowly regaining itself. Her brain began to materialize again. Her insides were being filled like someone was pouring a pitcher of her soul into her body. Her nerves began to harden. Her limbs began to return their feeling. Her field of vision became clear.
Marshall Lee was still glowering at his mother. "YOU ALWAYS HATE ON MY FRIENDS AND EAT MY SNACKS! AND THEN YOU SNACK ON MY FRIENDS!"
Heather froze again, eyes still wide. But then her face broke out in a wide grin, and a sound like a canary's song was pouring through her lips. A laugh. "Oh, Marshie, my little firework. I never know what's gonna set you off!" Then she frowned again and stared down at Marshall Lee's bass. "Is this the family Morning Star?" She ripped the instrument from the vampire's palms.
"HEY!" Marshall Lee shouted in surprise.
"Did you turn it into some kind of bango?" Heather strummed a few shrill notes.
Fionna was growing worried. She knew how much the bass meant to Marshall Lee. He had only given it to her once, when he wanted her to slay an adorable little plant. He had later told her that there was a special curse on the bass that, if held by anyone BUT the owner, would kill them. The only reason Fionna wasn't killed was because Marshall Lee had let her hold it with his permission. And because it was a family item, the curse did not affect family members.
"GIVE IT BACK AND GET OUT!" Marshall Lee hissed, his eyes glowing brighter than the sun.
Heather rolled her eyes. "I'll go. I'm hungry anyways. I think I'll go..." She paused, as if considering the options. "...suck up all the souls in Aaa."
"Whaugh?!" Fionna choked out. Her throat felt like paper. "NO!"
Heather held the bass between her palms. She smirked as she observed it, running her fingers over the metal and chords. "I'm going to take this with me." She swung the head of the Morning Star around like a kid trying out a new toy. "Maybe slice open a few guts with it."
"NO!" cried Marshall Lee.
Heather turned in Fionna's direction, her face blank. She raised her hand, which turned as black as night and grew out like talons. At first, Fionna thought that she was about to attack her once more. But Heather's hand shot to the door, which was right at Fionna's side. Her talons sunk into the wood like nails, and soon the door was ripped off its hinges. With a swipe of her hand, Heather threw the door flat in Fionna's face. With a dry-throated cry of surprise, Fionna stumbled backward. Giggling like a chirping hummingbird, Heather flew off into the cool night.
Fionna threw the door off of her. She span to Marshall Lee and coughed out, "We unleashed evil unto Aaa! We have to go and stop her!"
"Fine..." sighed Marshall Lee, already drifting through the doorway into the calm starlight. His skin glowed brighter, his eyes like glowing marbles. "But I'm only doing it for my bass."
It was once again a nice night in Aaa. The air was a nice cool, which was a good change against the hot sun. Stars peppered the indigo skies like Christmas lights. The clouds resembled puffy grey cotton. The moon was a crescent, smiling down at them. Marshall Lee had Fionna by the shoulders, both of them floating over the landscape. The trees were like black cones, the grass like pale fabric. The mountains in the distance were grey buildings against the sky.
"Hey, how do I kill this gal anyway?" Fionna called up to Marshall Lee against the rushing wind. She had taken a drink of water from her cantene, so she could speak, properly hydrated.
"Fionna!" Marshall Lee sounded shocked. "You can't kill my mom!"
"Oh!" Fionna would have jump, had her shoulders not been restrained. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean-"
"No." Marshall Lee shook his head. "You literally can't kill my mom. She's deathless."
"Oh..." Fionna frowned to herself. This was a problem. But surely Heather had a weakness? Everyone had a weakness. Even Lilly had a weakness, but it wasn't like Fionna knew what it was.
The dust bunnies giggled and laughed as they danced and played in the field. No one could ever tell why they always danced around in the middle of nowhere at this time of night, they just always felt like it. Some were throwing balls around, others were blowing bubbles with heir paws, some were just prouncing around.
One bunny missed the ball when it was thrown to her. "I'll get it!" She pounced off a good distance away from the other bunnies to where the ball lay. She caught it with her paws. But then she noticed a strange tower overshadowing her. She looked up in confusion. "Who the dust are you?"
"Uh..." Heather paused, the Morning Star still hidden behind her back. She plastered on a smile. "Well, I'm NOT the gal who's about to suck your soul out of her body."
"Oh, good." The small dust bunny breathed a HUGE sigh of relief. "That's like my number-one fear. I've got so many fears."
"Really?" Heather floated in a circle to the opposite side of the dust bunny. She looked sympathetic as she stared at her, but she was really just observing her next meal. "Because I have a little...exercise for that. Would you like to try it?"
"That sounds great!" squealed the small dust bunny. "Lay it on me!"
"First, close your eyes." Heather cooed to the dust bunny.
"Okie-dokie." The dust bunny's eyes shut instantly.
Heather took out the Morning Star. But instead of slicing the small bunny with it, she simply pointed out the stick of it. Then she brought the heavy stick down on the small bunny's head, right between the ears.
The small dust bunny cried out in pain and surprise. "YOU COULD HAVE KILLED ME!"
"Ah, yes." Heather emphasized. "But I didn't. And now, having this new-death experience, aren't you just happy to be alive?" She had the Morning Star on her shoulders, her hands on either end.
"I...suppose. So?"
"So," Heather's face was like a mask, unreadable, but etched with emotion. "This next part will be all the more horrifying."
And then, her mouth opened to the size of a basketball, her fangs the size of golf balls...
Fionna scanned the land below with her eyes. She had been for the past ten minutes, and she was growing bored. There were absolutely no signs of Heather. Grass, trees, dirt, pond, more grass, hay field, dust bunnies...
"Marshall Lee!" called Fionna. "Right below us! It's a bunch of dust bunnies! Or a colony...or a clan...? Whatever. Mayhaps they've seen your mom! MARSHALL LEE, RELEASE THE FI-BOMB!"
"REALEASING THE FI-BOMB!" Marshall Lee let go of her shoulders.
Fionna flew through the air, the wind whistling in her ears. She held her arms straight in front of her, as if she were about to dive into water. She spread her arms eagle-wise just a foot above the ground-
But she didn't collide. Marshall Lee grabbed her by her foot and had her hovering just above the grass.
"YO BUNNIES!" Fionna called out, jumping up to her feet. "YOU GUYS SEEN AN EVIL GAL AROUND HERE ANYWHERE?" When no one answered, Fionna looked at them more closely. They were ball, and trembling, and wide-eyed. "They look terrified."
"Yeah," Marshall Lee looked around curiously, until his eyes fell on something. "But not of my Mom. They're terrified of HER."
He jabbed his thumb in the opposite direction. Fionna turned. Another dust bunny stood on top of the hill, her back to them. All of the other bunnies were staring at her. Fionna couldn't see her face.
The bunny turned.
Instead of cute little, button-like eyes, the bunny's eyes were like a skull's sunken in and empty. There was a ball in her bony paws, which rolled down the hill slowly from her grasp. Her fur was scruffy and rough instead of soft. Her teeth were like tiny needles. She looked like a skeleton.
Marshall Lee picked the bunny up from the ground. He observed her closely, like she was a project or an experiment subject. "My Mom's been here." Marshall Lee let go of the dust bunny, but instead of falling to the ground harshly, the dust bunny simply floated in midair, moaning and trembling like a puppet dangling by its strings. "Come on." said Marshall Lee, already walking away. "Let's go."
"No!" Fionna ran up to the dust bunny, and Marshall Lee stopped in his tracks. "We've got to help this gal." Fionna shrugged off her backpack. "I've got some soul food that Cake made for me. Let's see..." she began to shuffle through her pack, taking out small plastic containers filled with warmed food. "I've got mac and cheese...frenchy fries...I know! I've got fish fingers!"
She popped off the lid, and small ribbons of warm steam whisked through the air. Fionna picked out a fish finger, which was hot, but didn't burn her fingers all that much, and blew on it. She tried to jab it into the dust bunny's mouth, but it was as effective as trying to push a pillow through a brick wall. She frowned.
"Look," Marshall Lee put a hand on Fionna's shoulder, catching her attention. "If you wanna help her, you need to help ME get my bass back."
Fionna dropped the warm fish finger to the ground as she turned to him. "How will that help-?"
"MY MOM STOLE MY BASS GUITAR, FIONNA!" Marshall Lee's eyes went crimson, his fangs razored, and his hair flying about. "And when I get it back, I am going to chop her head off! And punch her back into the Twilosphere."
Fionna smiled. She liked this kind of Marshall Lee, the determined, never-give-up kind, just like her. She felt something fuzzy nudge her elbow. She looked down to see the dust bunny bouncing against her, like a balloon bouncing against an obstacle.
"Yeah, OK." shrugged Fionna. "But then we'll get all of those souls back to their bods, right, Marshall Lee?"
Marshall Lee tossed his head to the side, sweeping the bangs from his vision. "Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever." He floated back over to the dust bunny and took its head in his hands roughly. "Where did my Mom go?"
The dust bunny rose a trembling paw in the opposite direction. Marshall Lee turned in the direction and beamed. "She's heading for Blue Clay Canyon! Perfect! When she's done sucking up at the mountain muderers' souls, I'll ambush her!"
Marshall Lee groaned and shot up in the air. His clothes ripped, his skin turned to fur, and his eyes came to slits. Wings tore form his back. "GRAB ON!"
"So then, I popped off her head like a cork off of a bottle! And then I says, That's what I think about the space-time-continueum!"
The Roughhousing Women at the table laughed loudly, banging the tables and grabbing their sides. It was nighttime in their village, the moon brightly above. The stars gleamed, and the air was crisp. The air still smelled like Maple Sap drinks, sweat, and oak. The table was covered in small droplets of Sap. Bones littered the grass, and daggers spiked up from the Earth at random. The animal-hide tents were empty, what with everyone being outside.
There was a sudden noise, similar to a vacuum sucking harshly. The Roughhousing Women ceased their laughter and looked down at the end of the table in curiosity.
The woman at the end of the table, Mudpie, was laughing, but it sounded odd, like a mockingbird's caw. There was something wrong, though. Her eyes were nothing but white, no irises or pupils or anything. She continued to laugh, but her mouth did not move and inch, it just stayed in a wicked smile. She looked like an odd doll. "That was hilarious!"
Then, her eyes closed and her body went limp. She was thrown to the side like a rag doll, and was replaced with an unfamiliar, pale woman with a black bun.
"You know what else is evil?" Heather hopped onto the table, as if she were bouncing on the air. "A gal in a dark suit and cat-like eyes is about to suck out all of your souls."
"YO DADDY!"
Heather raised a questioning eyebrow at the Woman who had yelled out at random. Then she smiled, her fangs growing out like a flower blossoming. "Yes. I'm your daddy."
And then her mouth opened like a tunnel, and a pale gold vapor was seeping through her fangs...
"Blue Clay Canyon." Marshall Lee verified as they landed on the ground. "If my Mom wants to get to the Mountains, she'll have to go through here."
Fionna looked down. Blue Clay Canyon looked bluer in the moonlight. It was no mystery why it was called 'Blue Clay': The Earth all around it was navy blue and stuck to your hands like potter's clay. There wasn't much water in it, only about a foot or so. The water twinkled like magic in the moonlight. Blue Clay Canyon was dotted with odd, Tiki-like statues showing expressions of all kind. No one knew exactly how they got there, but Prince Gumball had told Fionna that long ago, people called 'Indians' left the statues there. The Canyon stretched twenty feet below them.
"We can work together!" Fionna fist-pumped. "We can crush her with that boulder!" She pointed over to a clay boulder, bathed in the moonlight, just by the Canyon's edge. "And once she's pancaked, all of the souls will go back to their bods!"
There was a whistling noise. Fionna and Marshall Lee looked down in the Canyon. Heather was sloshing through the water, the water splashing against her boots. She was humming and whistling. She had the Morning Star bass slung across her shoulders as she sang.
"Stompin' on tadpoles
Sucking their souls
Stompin' on tadpoles
Souls, souls, souls."
Tiny whisps of vapor slithered into her mouth. She swallowed like she was eating a nice meal.
Fionna ran over to the boulder and pushed. But it was like pushing a brick wall. She pushed as hard as she could until her muscles strained. "Marshall Lee, help me out."
But there was no aid. Confused, Fionna looked around. But then she looked down in the Canyon.
Snarling, Marshall Lee pounced for his mother. But, unfortunately, she caught him in a nick of time. She brandished the Morning Star, pulling it out of Marshall Lee's way. Marshall Lee splashed into the water, his clothes soaked through in seconds.
"So." Heather supported the Morning Star on her shoulder. "Taking a swing at your ma, eh?"
Marshall Lee pounced for her again. Like a bull tamer, she pulled the Morning Star out of his way, sending him smashing into the wall. Chunks of rock splashed into the water.
"MOM!" Marshall Lee flew onto her shoulders, grabbing her neck and was about to snap it like a toothpic-
"KARATE CHOP!" Heather flattened her hand and sent her son flying with one blow. Once again, Marshall Lee splashed into the water, landing on his back. He propped himself on his elbows and hissed venomously.
Fionna flailed her arms as if her life depended on it. "MARSHALL LEE! KEEP HER RIGHT THERE!"
Fionna reared back like a bull and went lunging forward. Her head hit the boulder like a brick hitting cement. She cried out at the wave-no tsunami of pain that flooded through her head, down her spin, and to her ankles.
However, the vampire family's fight differed. Heather and Marshall Lee both pulled on the bass with all their might. Marshall Lee pulled as hard as he could and managed to drag Heather forward a few feet, but out of the path of the boulder. The boulder landed in the water, sending water flying out like rain.
"KARATE KICK!" Heather kicked her son at the collarbone, sending him stumbling back a few feet, and losing his grip on the bass. She smirked as her son hissed at her.
Heather's smirk widened, her eyes narrowed. "You can't kill ME!"
Marshall Lee silenced mid-hiss. His eyes went back to normal, his fangs shrinking back in. "W-What? No. I don't wanna kill you, I-" Realizing how emotional he was getting, he frowned again, his face somehow flushing red with anger. "JUST STAY OUT OF MY LIFE!" He flew up the side of the canyon.
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN ALIVE!"
Marshall Lee floated down, sitting on the edge of the canyon as his mother dashed away. He sighed as he stared after her.
He felt movement. He turned and jumped when he saw Fionna's angry glare mere inches from his face.
"WHAT THE FLUFFS, DUDE? YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO DISTRACT HER SO I COULD KILL HER AND RELEASE ALL OF THE SOULS BACK!"
"I just want my mom to care about me..."
Fionna wished she could take back what she said.
"With all of history's most dastardly beasts, you are the most evil thing I have encountered." Heather awed. "Offer your soul to me, and we shall rule together in the Twilosphere."
Gunta's flippers flapped angrily at her sides. "Morp morp morp!"
"NO! You can't have MY soul! I don't even have-!" Heather took a deep breath. "Just hold still." Her mouth opened like a tunnel, sucking in a deep breeze-
Gunta jumped up and slapped her flipper roughly across the vampire's face.
Heather angrily shot her foot at her, sending the young penguin flying. "KEEP YOUR CRUMMY SOUL!"
Gunta went flying through the air, flippers flailing, tears gushing out of her eyes and-
Something caught her by the head.
"Gunta." Ice Queen glowered at the little seal. "Who told you you could fly?"
Gunta pointed out a flipper. "Morp."
Ice Queen looked up just in time to see the last whips of vapor enter Heather's mouth as the little seal felt lifeless on the snowy, icy ground.
Fury bubbled up in the Ice Queen. "NO ONE CAN SUCK THE LIFE FROM MY SEALS EXCEPT ME! And maybe orca. But that's just nature, Gunta."
Ice Queen set down the little creature and flew over to Heather, whose back was turned to her. "You dare enter my domain? YOU DONE DID IT NOW!" She smirked when she noticed Heather was trembling and her hands glowed with power. "YOU RAISED BY EVIL DANDER. FOR THAT, YOU WILL-"
Heather turned to her, her face nothing but blood, black tentacles, screams, snakes, and horror.
Ice Queen froze like a statue. She held up her arm, smiling nervously. "OK, OK. It's cool. B-But I must now return to my icy fortress...for I have soiled my gown...Completely by choice!"
Heather stared after her as she flew away. Smirking, she turned to the rest of the seals. She bared her teeth and took a deep breath, the sugary-sweet vapor of souls slithering down her throat. The seal's lifeless bodies were everywhere.
Heather chuckled. Her body was trembling with growing power. "My souls sacs are burgeoning...YES!"
Fionna and Marshall Lee flew/ran after Heather. The tracks took them to the Ice Kingdom, where they found nothing but seal corpses. Then they heard a disaster happening in the hills far away. They flew form there until they were at the scene.
Fionna groaned. "Now she's getting all huge!"
It was true. The power from the souls she had taken was causing Heather to grow and grow, until she was the size of a building, tall enough to touch the birds. She sucked in the vapor, and the birds fell to the grass limply. Fionna and Marshall Lee stared in horror. Heather continued to suck in random vapors, and there were cries from innocents far away as their life flew out of them.
"I'm gonna take her down." said Fionna, her eyes narrowed.
"Come on, Fionna." Marshall Lee rolled his eyes. "You're like an ant to her."
"Oh yeah? Well this ant is about to get in her pants!"
Marshall Lee smirked in confusion. "What?"
Fionna went pink. "Uh...erm...y...you know what I mean!" She brandished her ruby sword, which gleamed in the moonlight. "I'M GONNA GO FREE SOME SOULS."
"Fionna, you know she may kill you?" Marshall Lee's eyebrows wrinkled at her.
"I KNOW EVERYTHING!" With a war cry, Fionna jumped into action.
She ran to Heather's left boot. Climbing on top, she sunk her sword into the red leather for support. She stuck her sword in and ou, climbing and climbing, until she got to her skirt. Then she climbed to her shirt. And then to her collar. Heather seemed not to notice the sword sticking into her flesh. "GIVE UP THOSE SOULS, EVIL QUEEN! IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE!"
"Huh?" Heather's mouth closed and she looked down at Fionna. She was about to say something, but then her eyes wandered past the human girl. "So, Marshall Lee, still following me?"
"I'LL STOP FOLLOWING YOU IF YOU JUST GIVE ME MY BASS BACK!"
Heather felt Fionna climb onto her shoulder. Rolling her eyes, she flicked the human girl off like a bug. "Now Marshall Lee..."
As Fionna soared through the air, she twisted her body around. She raised her ruby sword over her head. Then, she came soaring back down to Heather. "NO ONE FLICKS ME IN THE BOTTOM!"
The sword sunk into Heather's forehead. "WITHOUT MY CONSENT!"
Heather smiled wickedly.
"Uh..." Fionna became nervous, realizing what a mistake she had made.
Heather's mouth grew to the size of a bus as she cackled. Her throat was like a tunnel, her fangs as large as beachballs. Row after row of fangs, like a shark. Her tongue was like a wicked basilisk. And then something was crawling from her throat. Gooey, black arms stuck to the walls of her mouth, on her tongue and fangs. It rose from the throat, its eyes a wicked lemon color and its mouth like a wicked cut in flesh.
Fionna screamed in terror. She lost her left hand's grip on the sword.
Soon, Heather's usual cat-eyes, black-haired head was nothing but a array of horror. Her head was now a black brain, with red devil horns the size of cars. Her eyes were a wicked lemon color, her mouth a parallel cut as long as a bus, with fangs the size of dogs and the tongue as sharp as a sword. Under her mouth, vocal chords, tentacle-like and a sickly purple, wriggled. Red and black tentacles sprung from her neck. On either side of her neck, two bulging, house-sized sacs were pulsing.
Fionna lost her right hand's grip on the sword as well. Before she could tumble to her death, she caught hold of one of the dangling vocal chords, which felt slimy and weird. Heather thrashed left to right, trying to shake her off. Fionna looked closer at the sacs. They were pulsing, and she could see faces screaming and sobbing.
"The souls!" Fionna looked up. "Lumpy Space Prince! SHE GOT YOUR SOUL TOO?"
"What? Naw." LSP crossed his arms. "I saw Corndog Prince get sucked in here. And I didn't. So I was all, What the lump? So I sneaked in. This party can't even handle me right now."
"Uh...I'll...save you...? I'LL SAVE ALL OF YOU! I just need my sword." Fionna began to climb up the chords like vines.
"Bring me some punch, will ya?"
Fionna looked up as soon as she was on Heather's cheek. Her ruby sword, gleaming in the light, was stuck in Heather's scalp. Fionna gave a determined grunt and continued to climb. Soon, she was able to stand. She stepped over to the sword and pulled on it, Sword-in-the-Stone style.
It let go, and she held it in the air. Fionna angrily brought the sword down.
It hit matter.
Confused, Fionna opened her eyes. The sword was pushed up against something red and metal.
"FIONNA!" screamed Marshall Lee from the ground. "BE CAREFUL WITH MY BASS!"
Fionna pushed the Morning Star away with her sword. It lunged for her, but she shielded herself with the sword. Then, the Morning Star dove below her. Before she could jump, it blew under her Mary Janes, sending her flying forward. Her face met the slimy brain of Heather's head. She began to slide over the slimy surface. As she tumbled through the air, she caught on to a tentacle, her sword firmly in hand. Heather tried to swing the Morning Star at her, but the tentacle that Fionna was holding onto was the same tentacle the Morning Star was grasped in.
Fionna brought down the sword. The blade split through the tentacle like a knife cutting through Jell-O.
Heather shrieked, like a wounded whale. Fionna let out a victory cry as she fell through the air. Then the cry turned from victory to fear as she spiraled towards the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the Morning Star falling with her.
Marshall Lee started in shock. He flew up to the human girl.
Fionna hit the Earth like a rock.
Marshall Lee had gone for the Morning Star.
"Ow..." groaned Fionna. Her face was badly bruised, along with the red welt she still had from the boulder. Her arm had a long red cut going down. Her knee was throbbing, and the grass blades prodded her wounds as the pebbles sank into the bloody flesh.
Marshall Lee held up the bass like a trophy. "IN YOUR FACE, MOM!"
Heather growled. "GIVE ME BACK THAT MORNING STAR, MARSHALL LEE!" As she yelled, her severed tentacle grew back to a accusingly pointing finger. "IT'S THE FAMILY MORNING STAR AND YOU DON'T RESPECT IT ENOUGH!"
"YOU DON'T RESPECT ANYTHING!" Marshall Lee yelled back. He acidly added, "MOM!"
With a huff, he floated past Fionna. He looked up and down at her apologetically, he felt guilty for her wounds, but then his eyes narrowed and he simply stared ahead of him. "I'm outta here."
Fionna's eyes widened. "But-!"
"FINE! GO!" Heather screamed after him, her voice like a helicopter's buzz. "I'M TOO BUSY TAKING SOULS TO DEAL WITH YOU!"
Heather's back turned to her son. Vapor flew through the sky into her throat like airplanes.
"NO WAIT!" Fionna span around to the retreating vampire. "MARSHALL LEE! KEEP TALKING TO HER SO SHE STOPS SUCKING IN SOULS!"
Marshall Lee glanced back at her acidly. "I said, I'm out of here."
Fionna thought as hard as she could. "Diversion! Diversion!"
A thought went off like a firework.
Oh Glob, Marshall Lee was going to kill her...so be it.
She took out the tape recorder and blasted it to full volume. She held it high above her head and pressed play.
"Mommy
Why did you eat my pie?
I bought it
It was mine.
But you ate it
Yeah, you ate my pie
And I cried
But you didn't see me cry."
Heather and Marshall Lee froze in their tracks. Heather looked behind her at her son. Marshall Lee went pink.
Mommy
Do you even love me?
Well I wish you'd show it.
Because I wouldn't know it.
What kinda mom eats
Her own son's pie?
Doesn't even look him in the eyes.
Mommy there were tears there
If you saw them would you even care?"
There was a tentative silence.
"Oh my Glob." LSP gawked from inside Heather. "DRAMA BOMB!"
Heather turned around completely to face her son, who had went red all over. "Marshie...Do you really feel that way?"
"Mom..." Marshall Lee turned around, most of the red draiend away. "I..."
"Marshie, of course I love you."
"Mom..."
"I'm sorry I ate your pie. I didn't mean to hurt you."
"It's OK, Mom, really."
"No, it's not OK. It wasn't even all that good. It was actually really cold. I love you, Marshie. Don't ever doubt that."
Marshall Lee smiled. "I love you too, Mom."
"Oh, Marshie." A happy tear the size of a small bear rolled down Heather's slimy face. "I'm so hap-"
"DIE!"
Fionna sunk her sword just below Heather's bottom lip. Heather shrieked like a banshee. Yes, while Marshall Lee and his mother were having a moment, she had crept away for a sneak attack. Fionna slid down her face to her sacs. Her sword tore through the skin like paper. Vapor filled the air like smoke from a wildfire.
Heather screamed as the souls retreated. Her power was draining like air from a balloon.
Fionna had already drawn a Peg Face into the grass. She tossed her sword to the side and ripped open her backpack, taking out some beetle juice. She tore off the top and threw it over the Peg Face, where it sunk into the soil. The Peg Face glowed like ember. "قد الشر توجيه روحك"
The Earth split violently. Below, the soil had turned to bloody clouds, the lightning blood red. Heather shrieked louder as she felt her skin slip off of her. Her eyes fell off, her vocal chords fell like noodles, her tongue fell into the abyss. Her teeth fell through the air like arrows. Her clothes went to smoke. Her nerves spiraled down. Her innards plummeted into the dark void. And finally, her bones collapsed.
And then the Earth sealed itself.
Fionna's eyes narrowed. "See you in the Twilosphere, you sick freak."
"FIONNA! HOW COULD YOU DO THAT?!"
Fionna froze and turned around to see Marshall Lee fuming red.
She smiled. "How could I-SAVE THE DAY?!"
"HOW COULD YOU EMBARASS ME LIKE THAT AND THEN BANISH MY MOM BACK TO THE TWILOSPHERE?!"
"How could I embarass you like that and then banish your mom back to the Twilosphere-AND SAVE THE DAY?"
Marshall Lee swung his Morning Star at her, but she ducked out of the way. Fionna grew annoyed. "Why are you angry at me? You promised that you were going to help me save the souls. AND ALL YOU DID WAS WALK AWAY! WHAT THE FLUFF, MAN?"
Marshall Lee sighed. "Yeah, your right. Sorry."
"Apology accepted.
"I'm glad she's back in the twilosphere. That was way too emotionally exhausting."
"And exhausting emotionally. Or...wait...I mean, physically."
Fionna took a deep breath and plopped herself on her back. The grass blades tickled her skin. Marshall Lee stared at her a moment, but then plopped down next to her with a shrug. They stared at the sky. The stars were gleaming like brilliant lights, the souls that had been rescued were swimming around, bumping into one another recklessly.
"Hey, Fionna," said Marshall Lee, "I forgot to ask you."
Fionna turned to the teenage vampire. "Yeah?"
Marshall Lee pointed at her chest. "What's up with that pocket on your shirt?"
"Huh?" Fionna looked down at the stitched-in fabric. "Oh. Cake's in here." She opened the pocket, revealing the small white and coffee cat. "Sup, Cake?"
Cake burped.
TRIVIA
It is revealed in this episode that Marshall Lee's Mom is immortal, and most likely can't be killed, when Marshall Lee said she's deathless.
Marshall Lee's mother's name is Heather Adageer, but her name is never said in this episode.
This is the first episode where Cake only receives a minor cameo and has no lines.
The incantation to open the Twilosphere's portal is قد الشر توجيه روحك, which means "Evil direction your soul."
CULTURAL REFERENCES
The title card resembles a famous scene from the movie E.T the Extra-Terrestrial