Her blade whistled through the air and hit the vial of green goo that science cat had thrown at her. Fighting these creatures everyday was so math. The goo splattered all over her and she turned into a tiny little butterfly!
She began to fly away as fast as her newly formed wings could take her. Dodging swipes from furry paws until the spell wore off. She landed on her feet and quickly spun around; bringing her sword to bear, she sliced right through the animals neck. Not taking too much time to gloat, she quickly turned to the shark and engaged him. As she was meeting him blow for blow, she tripped and pitched forward. The shark swung at her with his baseball bat. She turned and twisted as she fell, landing awkwardly and curling into herself waiting for blows that... Weren't coming. She peeked up and saw an arm outstretched, the hand presumably thrust into the creatures neck. With a small grunt and sickening popping and ripping noises, the vampire king tore the sharks head off. Fionna levered herself up and looked up at him.
"Hey! What'd you do that for? I totally had him right where I wanted him!" She cried, a bit annoyed that he had ruined the fight for her. He snorted and rolled his eyes, shaking the blood from his hand.
"You're welcome" the bodies began to twitch and grope their way towards their heads, and Marshall recoiled slightly looking to Fi. The blonde shrugged from her spot on the ground and groaned.
"They come every day at four, on the dot. Then at five, on the dot, I cut their heads off. I don't usually stick around but they come back every day so I guess this is normal." She sat up, rolling her shoulders and wrists, turning at the waist, checking herself for any serious injuries. Minus a twinge in her lower back everything seemed just fine. And the pain she felt was so small she simply chose disregard it.
"Don't you get bored of it?" He asked as she bent over to wipe the dirt and grass from her bottom half.
"No. I mean, I'M not here every day, and also it's like good practice or whatever." The vampire nodded.
"So what'd you call me for anyway?" He twirled his manly umbrella ("it is NOT a parasol! It's got skulls and bones on it and stuff!") and ruffled his hair.
"I need help setting up a projection screen for movie night! I want to do it outside tonight."
"Cool" in all honesty, Marshall lee had forgotten it was movie night. Not that he didn't enjoy movie night, his thoughts had been otherwise occupied with the monumental shift in the cosmos that was Fionna's-a-girl.
Sometimes the knowledge frightened him, sometimes he wanted to laugh hysterically, sometimes it made him all warmed up inside, and sometimes it made him all these things at the same time. Right now he was ok, functioning properly. Well, maybe he'd just ripped a land sharks head off and he was watching it twitch away from the girl, but other than that everything was peachy.
"So where are we setting this shiz up?" He asked with a smirk.
Almost as soon as all the heavy lifting was done Gumball showed up with the projection equipment.
"Hello, Fionna!" He gave her his most dashing smile, she smiled back and Marshall snorted. "Marshall Lee" the prince barely nodded in his direction, a cool tone to his voice.
"Sup, bubble butt" a wide grin spread across the vampires face as the candy prince grew red with the attempt to hold back his anger. Instead of dignifying his remark with a response the pink man turned to Fionna.
"Where would you like me to put my equipment, my dear?" Marshall started snickering and Gumball glared at him.
"Geez Bon-Bon, you haven't even taken her on a date!" His laughter was now full force.
"Just what, exactly, are you implying, imp?" Gumball shot venomously back at the overly amused vampire.
"Oh lord, the prince of all that's prissy and pink doesn't even recognize a sex joke when he hears one. That's rich!" He laughed heartily "Oh Fionna! My feelings for you are so very large!" He said while gesturing to his crotch lewdly, and then continued in a falsetto voice, "oh Gumball, don't touch me there!"
Gumball's face was turning so red he was likely to explode. Even Fionna, being used to Marshall's teasing, was growing red-faced and tugging on her bunny ears.
"Marshall quit being a lamewad and take Gumball to set up his stuff!" His face dropped.
"Aww c'mon Fi, I don't wanna."
"Do it." She said in her no-nonsense voice.
"Butts"
"I'm none too thrilled to be alone with you either" Gumball muttered under his breath, then an idea hit him. "Actually Marshall," he said in a polite manner, "why don't you just set it up for me?"
Marshall was not about to give the friend-zoned priss any alone time with Fionna, even if she already rejected him.
"You know I'm no good with this technical crap. You have to do it. Come on." And he floated towards the projection booth while Fionna went to get snacks.
"How do you suppose I am to get in there?" Gumball questioned an amused vampire as he stared up at the booth he was supposed to be setting up the equipment in. Quite literally two seconds after the words left his mouth he was rudely lifted into the air. In his surprise he almost dropped the projector, the most essential thing for movie night.
"Marshall Lee! A little warning, please!" Gumball sputtered from the floor of the small room, clutching the projector to his chest for dear life.
"Here's a warning; she's not into you. So how about you give up before you mess her head up again." Gumball gently set the projector to the side, got up, brushed the dirt from his clothing, and proceeded to set stuff up for the night ahead.
"I don't believe that what transpires between Fionna and I is any of your business."
"As her best friend I'm making it my business. She's just not into you dude." The prince paused and chose his words carefully. It would not do to give the vampire false ideas.
"Oh yes, that explains why she slept beside me not two nights ago."
"So she must be madly in love with me, then. She sleeps with me all the time." Marshall grinned evilly at the prince as he grew angry.
"Manipulating her as she is about to sleep is hardly the same as her willingly sleeping beside me!" Now it was Marshall's turn to be angry.
"You think I would do something so low to somebody? To Fionna?" his fangs grew longer in his anger and he hissed menacingly at the prince.
The prince, a little afraid but not willing to back down, began to set up the equipment.
"It's not like she would date YOU anyway."
"Just what the flip's that supposed to mean, pinky?" The grey skinned teen hissed.
"Marshall, you're undead, you don't age."
"Whatever. Just hurry up and finish." He said, disgruntled. He was aware of the problem and was dealing with it in his own way. Besides, Fi didn't want to date anybody right now so they all had equal chance. By equal he meant zero.
By the time the two guys had finished in the projection booth, the rest of the movie goers had begun to show up. They exited the booth with a mutual glare and an unspoken truce. Fighting in front of Fionna would most likely get them both a sound tongue-lashing, quite possibly a butt-whooping too.
The two feuding royals headed to opposite ends of the make-shift theater; at least that's what they would have done if a certain fiery prince hadn't chosen right then to make his appearance.
"Flint!" Fionna hadn't expected to see him ever again. She wasn't quite sure what to do with this new turn of events or how she felt about it.
"Drama bomb!" LSP exclaimed from somewhere behind the girl.
"Um, Hi?" He curled his hand in a wave, a sheepish smile on his face.