Hey guys, what is uuuup! I'm so happyyyyyyy! Second chapter to my personal favorite storyyyyy! Squeeee! Lol, so guys, any questions...? Don't worry Marshall Lee fans, he'll be in future chapters! Lol writing the name of Marshall Lee makes me feel like I have so much power, lol. He's a pretty ok character, but Gumball is my all time fav! w I'll be switching between point of views throughout the story, btw!

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Chapter 2- Stuck In A Chair

(Gumball's Point Of View)

My eyes fluttered open when light came through the windows. It had felt like forever since I had actually seen light, even though it was just the normal shift of the day to finally see it. I tugged against the chair bars I was cuffed in, but of course, no way I had broken out. They were just measly chair bars! Why couldn't I pull through just once?! Why must I always be so... Weak? Marshall wouldn't have any problem braking these for me... Err, I meant... Marshall Lee wouldn't have any trouble braking these, if he were me. I tried to inch my way out of this stupid particular spot in this room, but the chair was bolted. I could do quite literally nothing, and I think that was killing me more than the thought of being this demons 'pet'...

Who was that guy anyways? I know there's more than meets the eye with him. What does he want me for? He constantly reminded me that nobody 'cared about me'. What makes him an exception? Not to say he does, I don't want his sympathy, but he sure tried to give off the vibe of a lover, a husband if you will... This guy is insane. Whoever he is. I wish somebody would hurry their asses here and save me! Oh no... That was rude of me. I used to be so grateful when Fionna would save me from the cray-cray Ice Queen, but it had happened so often that I just got into the habit of her saving me, so I kinda grew to be... Not quite as grateful, and more entitled...

Ya' know, maybe this silent alone time in this room was for the better. Once I finally get out of here, I would've already thought of all the flaws I have, and how to fix them! I already cracked down gratefulness with Fionna... Perhaps affection, for Cake? I always used to pet her when she'd visit, and she'd purr to it, so she obviously liked that... But than, I guess I just stopped. Cake seems to be a bit distant ever since the ridiculous rumor of me liking Fionna came out.

I really don't know who started the rumor, why, or how. It was absolutely ridiculous! Ha! Just the fact that somebody said I liked a female shows just how much they know me!... Umm, as in... What I mean by that is, ugh... That I have no time to waste with suitors! (Suitors is a female term too!) I have other royal business to do... And boy, was that a lot... Is a lot, I mean...

I looked up at the higher parts of the rooms walls, closer to the ceiling. The barred windows had veins and mildew growing out of them. How vile. This mansion clearly hasn't been taken care of. Speaking of which, I wonder why they have here to do their evil doings? Well, that's a stupid question. I can tell that it's an uncharted island. Where else would they have hidden me? Nobody would look here! And it's obvious that they must have murdered whoever used to live here, and took the place over. No way they've always had this glorious place.

Who were these people, anyways? My first guess were the down low Lich Queen Followers, but after meeting that teenaged Demon boy, I second guessed it. It seems like he calls the shots around here, as there have been a couple of dark magic guys checking in on me, and than leaving. All of them have looked so grotesque... Goodness me, I think too much when I've got nothing to do. Than again, it's always like that, now that I think of it...

I was so sad last night... Why was I crying for him to save me? I don't understand. Why have my feelings for Marshall been so all over the place lately, even before my capture. He's been on my mind for so long now... Maybe it's because I'm finally starting to piece things together with me and him... We used to be the best of friends... The absolute best! I remember going to his house, watching TV, making sandwhiches and just... What did we call it... What was it...? Chilling together... Pfft, that was like years ago though... Although, I can finally remember it, almost like it was yesterday.

-Bubba and Marshy at the age of 15-

At Ms. Abedeers living room sat Marshall Lee and Gumball, beside each other. Gumball was drawing in his sketchpad contently, feeling the pink fuzz on his chin. Marshall Lee was playing his axe guitar, strumming tunes that came to the top of his mind. They dressed a lot similarly back than too.

Marshall wore mostly black or red clothes, like white beaters or flannels or such. Marshall had much longer hair back in those days too. Gumball still wore some pink, but around Marshall, he'd wear pink or white t-shirts or skinny jeans, something that wasn't so 'Princely' and heavy. Marshall was chewing gum as he explained to Gumball, still looking at his guitar, his plan.

"... So Bubba, this is the scam we tell my mom to let us go to band camp." Marshall started, Gumball nodding in response.

"We tell her that it would be a great bonding experience." Marshall said, as Gumball nodded eagerly in return with a huge grin, fist bumping Marshall Lee.

"Ooh, and there are NO girls that are easily willing to get topless," Marshall Lee added, looking over at Gumball, as Gumball just chuckled, rolling his eyes.

"And it's a great resourceful cause to our people!" Marshall finished, as Gumball nodded with a sarcastic serious smile, looking at Marshall Lee as if saying 'really bro?' They both laughed at their plot. Gumball took a sip of Marshall Lee's mothers famous ice tea, moaning as he gulped. Marshall Lee laughed.

"You sound like you're blowing off some dude, dude." Marshall laughed, as Gumball blushed slightly... He didn't know how to feel about that... The idea kinda went through his mind, but he didn't think on it. Gumball laughed slightly too, in order to not seem awkward about it. Marshall looked over at Gumball, seeing he had went back to his sketchbook. "... I mean, not that... That would be a wrong thing to-"

"Ooooh booooys~?" A familiar voice sang from the kitchen. In came Ms. Abedeer, hair all done up, in a purple dress, ready to go out to the club. Gumball giggled, looking over.

"You look stunning Heather!" Gumball giggled, as Heather made her way over to pinch a smirking and blushing Gumballs cheek. Gumball loved Ms. Abedeer. Like his own mother. At this time, Gumballs mother and father were still alive, but they weren't close to Gumball like Heather was. Heather looked at Gumball like her own child.

"Ohhhh Bubba, you're such a sweetie!" She giggled, kissing his cheek, before reaching over for her purse. She quickly looked back over to Marshall Lee and Gumball. "Ooh, Marshy, I just got off the phone with Mrs. Banks! And her daughter simply can't wait to go back out with you!" She giggled, with cheerleader enthusiasm.

Gumball couldn't help but feel a bit dissapointed at what Heather was saying. Marshall raised an eyebrow, frowning fang to fang.

"You mean, Ashley...? I dunno mom, we've been on and off... I think it's time I really end it with her." Marshall Lee sighed, going back to strumming chords. Heather seemed somewhat unpleased with her son.

"Bubba, do you agree with Marshall on this? Personally, I think Ashley is a sweet girl!" Heather said, stating her opinion. Gumball wanted to completely agree, against his own free will... But he decided to not to be biased, if that were the word to use.

"I have to agree Ms. Abedeer, Marshall has had his heart guts pulled by Ashley way too many times to forget about..." Gumball sighed, going back to drawing. Heather had to nod in understanding though. Marshall Lee would come home crying after breaking up with Ashley, getting into fights... The girl was a phony, and had always been after Marshall Lee's power, and looks, of course. Marshall, deciding to change the subject, elbowed Gumball slightly before clearing his throat.

"So, Gummy." He said, holding his pillow close, trying to look cute to his mother, as Gumball smiled ear to ear trying to play along. "What do you wanna do this summer?" Marshall giggled. Heather rolled her eyes, averting them afterwards, and hand on her hip.

"Mmmm, I dunno..." Gumball said, as if scripted.

"I wanna go somewhere where I can learn about culture, and learn the awesome art of-" Marshall started to go on, smiling ear to ear with his bestfriend.

"You're not going to a band camp." Said Heather plainly.

"What?!" They both gasped, both standing up in synch, arms crossed and pouty faces. "Mom, how did you know?" Marshall whined.

"Oh sweetie, I'm your mother! I have my ways!" Heather giggled. Marshall sighed, sitting back down, Gumball soon doing the same.

-Present-

(Gumball's Point Of View Again...)

Aah yes, I remember those days better now... I remember going to his house when I wasn't too busy dealing with royal junk... Back when mother and father were still around, too. What had happened? Why couldn't I remember? Does Marshall Lee remember why? I can't pin point exactly what happened that made us stop being friends... And than growing to dispise each other. Than again, recently, we have been getting along more. It was after that day when the door master tried to steal my favorite shirt when and we all had sung our ways to get our prized possesions back, did me and him start to even slightly see eye to eye yet again...

That shirt, the same shirt I'm wearing right now... It was his before. He gave it to me so long ago... We always borrowed each others clothes back than, now that I think of it... I think I understand now... Me and Marshall Lee both age so slowly, it takes thousands of years in our equvalents. I always had thought I had gotten used to the way we aged. But perhaps the truth to it is, is that we simply can't remember things that happened 100's of years ago... We were, in human years, best friends until we were perhaps... Seventeen years old, I believe, Human age speaking... Maybe that's why... Regardless, if I can remember how great of friends we were before, surely I can remember what was so awful that happened that made us stop being friends...

"...W-was it my fault?..." I couldn't help but ask out loud... Was it? Whatever happened... Was it me? Am I the reason we hate each other now? That we despise each other, like we barely know each other? I always question why he is the way he is... Shouldn't I know? Or perhaps, remember? And out of all things, why is that the most important to me right now? Even when I fear death, I always include Marshall Lee in my thoughts... Always. It's like I've grown this common knowledge rigamarool to always include him in my scenarios, no matter what... Maybe I have that, because of the fading past before the clear present, than and now. Whatever it may be... "I'm so, so sorry... Marshall Lee..."

Suddenly, the mansion to slightly rumble... What on earth? There weren't volcanos on this island, were there? Am I going to soon be taken away by lava?! I waited minutes... Nothing... How absolutely odd. Where did that rumble come from? Perhaps it was my stomach... I was starving. Hehee, I remember Ms. Abedeers famous cookies...

AAAAAAAARRRRGHHH! STOP THIS REMINISCANT MADNESS GUMBALL! Urrrrrghhh! No matter what I think about, it's all able to be tied back to him. No, no, no, stop that... Why do I refer to him like that nowadays? Great, now I can't even remember THAT much... No, no wait... The way he acts... So self entitled, so 'I'm so cool, look at me, weee~' It was so childish, so annoying! How could anybody stand him? Ooooh, but the people ADORED Marshall Lee... For all different odd reasons...

Hunger is making me go crazy... When will one of those foolish guards come back in here?! They've stopped by every so often... I want some grod damn food! Urrrgh, and I'm forgetting my manners too... I wonder why I'm even actually here? Like, for serious... Who was that demon guy?! No way am I calling him master... He was so weird... I don't know him in the slightest... Wait...

Maybe I did? I can't recall anything, but if I can't remember exactly why me and Marshall are at such high odds today, perhaps I can't remember this guy... No, I always remember a voice. Always. And I didn't know his... Well, than again, he has two voices. Even still, that gives me twice the possibility of recoginizing him!... Look at me, anybody who read my thoughts could oh so easily tell what I'm doing right now...

I'm thinking about anything I can, that IS NOT Marshall Lee Abedeer...

RnR folks! Hope you liked this chapter! Next chapter might be a little bit more... Ummm, mature, lets say. Till than~! Yaasssss, two chapters in one day!