"...But if you EVER fake like you're gonna die on me like that AGAIN, more than just your cheek meat is gonna be hurtin', got it?!"
"Ok, Fi, ok! Never again, I promise!"
We were walking back to my house after one of LSP's parties. I had finally convinced Fionna to forgive me for faking my own death at the cemetery.
"Good," she said, satisfied.
We walked in silence for a while. My mind was churning. I still hadn't told her what I had meant to tell her. The reason behind why I had asked her to hang out in the first place.
I took a deep breath. "Hey, Fi, I gotta tell you something."
"Yeah?" she asked.
"I-...I'm gonna be gone for a while," I said.
"Gone? Where you going?"
"The Nightosphere. Some vampires are stirring up trouble. They just need to be reminded who their King is."
Admittedly, I wasn't a very hands-on King. Not that I needed to be. Vampires in general are pretty self-sustaining. We just keep to our own territory and take care of ourselves. But once every 100 years or so someone will put up a stink about me never doing anything and if I really should be King.
"How long are you gonna be gone?" Fionna asked.
I shrugged. "Don't know. Probably a couple weeks at least."
"Oh. Ok," Fionna said, "But you better come visit me as soon as you get back!"
"I will," I said, climbing the couple steps to my front door. "Now, you better get home. I bet Gumbutt totally crashed on your couch."
Fionna gasped. "Gumball! Oh my glob I completely forgot about him! Come on, Cake we gotta go! Bye Marshall! See you when you get back!"
I laughed as I watched Fionna dart out of the cave. Honestly, I was surprised how quickly she had gotten over Gumball. Just a month ago she had been crying over how he didn't like her back and now she totally ditched him with little thought to go to LSP's party with me.
I grinned. I may just have a chance yet...