Alone
Chapter 2
The Interview Part 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time with Fionna and Cake. I do own the story/plot line because I made that all up with me, myself and I.
"Please, have a seat. Is there anything I could get you?" Gumball asked smiling.
"Oh why not? I'd like a vanilla caramel latte, please and thank you." Sally Hershey said sitting down across form me in a chair.
I sat back down on the couch, well barely, I sat on the edge of it and sat up straight. Good posture is always required when interviewing, well according to what Gumball taught me. Marshall just floated above us, laying back casually.
"Fionna?" Gumball said.
"Um, no. Thanks anyway, PG." I said, and he left.
"So, your the editor of Candy Chronicle." I said filling the awkward silence.
She smiled at me, "Yes I am. So, your the Heroine of Aaa." she said back.
"Yeah, I am." I said.
Marshall snorted and said "So, I'm the Vampire King. Now that we all know each other, let's talk about something other than stating the obvious." he said.
"Marshall!" I whispered harshly under my breath, he stuck his tongue out at me.
I rolled my eyes, Sally laughed. "You two, act like an old married couple. It's adorable." she said.
I blushed, Marshall smirked. "I'm sure Marshall and Fionna kept you company." Gumball said walking in with a steaming mug.
He set it down on the candy coffee table on a coaster of course. "Yes, they have. Thank you." she said.
Gumball took a seat next to me on the couch, Sally sipped her drink then set it down.
"Shall we start?" Gumball asked Sally and I.
"Oh, yes of course. Are you ready to begin, Fionna?" she asked her purple eyes looking at me questionably.
"Yep, ask me anything." I said.
"Alright, my first question. What made you want to become the Heroine of Aaa?" she asked.
"Well if I didn't who would? I wanted to be the Heroine of Aaa because I wanted to make something of myself. You know be remembered." I said. She smiled at me while writing.
"What were your younger years like?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean." I said cocking my head to the side, the way I do when I'm confused.
"Um, how was your life when you were 10, 11, and so on." she said, "Oh, everyday was filled with adventure. Something new everyday." I said smiling.
"Okay. How were you found?" she asked.
I had to think about this one. "Cake told me I was found by her parents wondering around in the woods when I was 5." I said.
"How did your adoptive parents name you?" she asked.
"By my baby blanket. It had the name 'Fionna' on it in blue silk stitched on it. I still have it." I said.
She beamed, "May I see it?" she asked.
"Yeah, sure but I'd have to go home to get it." I said.
"Well we've got time." she said.
"Well, okay. I'll be back then." I said leaving the room.
Marshall followed me "C'mon, Fi. It'll be faster." he said lifting me up bridal side.
In 20 minutes we got to the tree house, I ran upstairs and pulled out my most prized treasure chest from under my bed. This chest, contains pictures of me and my adoptive family and one picture of my parents I managed to find in the ruins of my old house, also one of just me and my father. My baby blanket is in there, along with other clothes including my birth mother's wedding dress was dirty and tattered when I found it, but I've never loved anything as much as I have loved that dress. It's probably the only dress I will ever love. I found my mother's old jewelry box, some of the jewels are missing, broken, or just rusty, dirty.
And my birth father's Premium Quality 13-inch Brass Spyglass Telescope.
"I never knew that was there." Marshall said from behind me.
"Yeah, that's the point. No one's supposed to know, except Cake." I said.
I unlocked the chest with my key, I carry it around my neck or I put it on my black leather bracelet. I open it, I look in it. I haven't been in it for at least 2 years, and of course the first thing I see are the pictures. But one picture in particular, the one of me and my parents. I'm a new born being held by my mother, she's smiling practically glowing in happiness. And my father looking down at his family, smiling with the same amount of happiness. A tear escapes my eye. I quickly wipe it away and pick up the pictures and set them aside on the floor.
I put my mother's jewelry box on the same side, my blanket is on top of my mother's dress I quickly grab it. Put everything back, but when I reach for the pictures I find that there gone. I panic a little then I turn around to see Marshall looking through them.
"Marshall, give them back please." I said holding out my hand for them. He looks at me, and gives them back without hesitation.
"Thanks." I said then put them back, locked the chest and put it back under my bed.
"C'mon lets go." I said putting my baby blanket in my backpack.
Marshall picked me up and we took off. "Fi, why didn't you tell me about that chest?" he asked.
"Because there is a part of me that I don't want anyone to know. And I guess everyone is going to find out anyway with the news article on me." I said.
"You know you didn't have to agree to do it." he said.
"I know." I said.
He sighed. "Your parents looked happy." he said,
"Yeah, they did." I said, I gasped about to say something but stopped.
"What is it, Fi?" he asked.
"Nothing." I said.
"C'mon, Fi. Just tell me." he said tickling me a little.
I giggled, "Fine. I was going to ask, do you think they'd be proud of me?" I said, looking at him biting my lip, nervous habit.
He looked at me, his crimson eyes bright by the shadow of his umbrella.
"Yeah, Fi. They'd be proud of you, they'd be crazy not to." he said.
I smiled at him, I pecked his cheek, "Thank you, Marsh. Your always there for me, you have no idea how much you mean to me." I said.
"Your welcome, Fi." he said smiling back. Genuinely smiling back, not a smirk in sight, just a smile a real smile. A smile I'm lucky to see.
"Well here it is." I said pulling my blanket out of my backpack.
"Oh, it's adorable. Baby blue, your favorite color right?" Sally asked taking it form me.
"Well, I like all blue but yeah my favorite shade of blue is across between baby blue and royal blue." I said.
She handed it back to me and I put it back in my back pack.
"Alright then. How long have you had with your adoptive parents before they too died. Your adoptive father died in a battle and your adoptive mother died of sickness, correct?" she asked.
"Yes. I've had about 2 and 1/2 years with them, I was going to turn 8 when Cake and I were on our own." I said.
"That must be hard, losing both sets of parents in only a matter of close time." she said sympathetically.
"Yes, it was. But Cake and I had each other, and as long as we do, we won't be alone." I said.
Sally only nodded and wrote down something.
"Tell me about your relationship with your adoptive sister, Cake." she said.
I sighed, "Okay, where do you want me to start?" I asked.
"Um, how about when you two started living by yourselves." she suggested.
"Alright. I was always out on adventure, looking for something to use my fighting skills on. Cake always came with me, we're like this,"
*I demonstrated by crossing my middle finger over my index finger*
"Nothing could break us apart, nothing could stop us. We'd always have each other's backs. We're close, we tell each other things about our selves that no one else knows. We are real sisters. Biologically or not, it doesn't matter, we're sisters at heart." I said.
"Wow, it must be wonderful to have that kind of bond." she said smiling at me.
I smiled back, "Yeah, yeah it is." I said.