A/N: 2 IN THE MORNING CHAPTERRRRR! This chapter was just too sweet to NOT write! If you thought Chapter 6 was good, or if Chapter 5 was cool... You get the point. Not to mention, the guy you all know and love is in this chapter~ You already know who it is! He's making a special cameo just for you guys! Speak of the Vampire...

Marshall Lee (Disclaimer): Randy doesn't own me... Nobody owns me... But I own something ;) (pulls up leash)

Me: Ooooh, is it gumball w

Marshall Lee:... (picks up puppy) N-no... What is wrong with you?! Do you get a KICK out of me doing creepy master stuff to Gumbutt?

Me:... We both do...

Marshall Lee: you and ME do?!

Me: No, I meant Gum... Look, just read!

Marshall Lee: But, don't you need like a professional disclaimer before you start a chapter?

Me: Since when did YOU become uptight?!

Marshall Lee: Pfft, not my fault you right characters out of charater... (rolls eyes)

Me: Okay, FIRST of all, it's 'OOC', there's an abreviation for it FIRST OF ALL!... SECOND OF ALL, I do not write people out of character! Hurumph...

Chapter 7- Break Free

(Gumball's Point Of View... Oh yes, complain, it's so typical, isn't it? Oooh yes, of couuuuurse, shut up and read!)

I looked away from the window, hoping to find anything else that'd give me some answers about this Jacx douche... But I didn't expect to see what I had saw on the desk. A Home Phone... An actual Home Phone, working and everything, how did I not notice this before?!

I could've called for help! Give out an alert to the banana guards, call Fionna for help, anything! This could be my ticket off this damn island. I quickly made my way around the desk to it, and picked it up with my left cuffed hand (remember, still hand cuffed). Full bars. I was just about to start dialing, but than... Glob damn it... Who could I call?! I suck at remembering numbers! Suck at it! I can't even remember my own! Out of all things I intellectually succeeded in, remembering phone numbers was my weak point... I mean, that's what contact names are for! So I could just scroll to their names, and press 'Call'... But, I suppose everybody else doesn't have that kind of phone...

So basically, there was a phone in front of me, and I had no number to ca- Wait... I did remember a number... We even made a song about the damn number, I could never forget it... But, no... There was no way I could call, surprise surprise, Marshall Lee! Absolutely NOT! This was urgent, there had to be some other number I knew. For all I knew, Jacx might just have a contact list of numbers of everybody I knew, beings he's such a dedicated stalker. I could possibly alert Fionna.

Damn it, there was no other choice... I gulped. What would I say? I brushed my hair back, hoping I didn't look too off putting... What the hell Bubba, you're CALLING the damn man, not meeting up with him PERSONALLY! I just couldn't understand this crazy position... I had been missing for four days now, clearly everybody's must've heard, so all I had to say was 'I'm trapped on an Island by this demon named Jacx, look in the Kitchen for clues' etc... Oh god, I'd sound so dumb... Did he even know that I was missing? Wait, was he even home right now?! It was sunny outside, he must've been in his house... Please Glob, have him be there...

I gulped, my lips quivering. I felt bursting into tears at the thought of Marshall Lee coming to rescue me from this damn island, beating the shit out of Jacx. He was the antagonist to this whole damn affair, and I've seen his face the least!... LIKE ELSA, FROM FROZEN! So who am I... Anna? Is Marshall Lee Kristoff? And was it appropriate to relate this to Frozen? Is Frozen even relevant anymore, is it even still amazeballs?... Pfft, damn right it still was. I could go for watching Frozen right now, actually... Damn it, now I really wanted to watch Frozen.

You know, the first thing I'm doing when I'm settled down at home is watching Frozen. I simply must, it is established.

Back to the matter at hand, I had to call Marshall Lee. Typing in his phone number slowly, (I had to go slow, it was so weird being handcuffed doing all this) I couldn't help but recite the song he had always sung to me to remember it... When I typed in the whole number, I absent mindedly pressed send, as it was now dialing.

...Beeeep...

...Beeeep...

My heart skipped a beat at the first beep, just waiting, praying, begging somebody picked up.

...Beeeep...

...Bee-

"...Hello, whassup?"

O-oh my- It... It was... It was Marshall Lee's voice. His voice, so... So... It was the most precious captivating thing I could ever hear right now. I sobbed slightly just at the sound of it.

"... Uuuuugh, hello?... Who's this... Is this another prank? Fionna, this is the fifth time today, c'mon now..."

I moved my mouth, but the words wouldn't come out, it was like I was winded, speechless, I couldn't talk... Sweat dropped down my quivering neck, as I finally uttered,

"... M-Marshy...?" I said, sobbing right afterwards, clenching both of my eyes to stop the uncontrolable pathetic tears that streamed down my face.

"...What? Wait, hold up, who is this?"

I was just about to cry, shout, scream, cry, sob, yell, whine, beg, and plead for his help, request HIM to save me- But of course...

As I was just about to say something, I heard steps coming towards the office door. With a wince, I quickly ran to lock the office door, something I wished I had done before when I first came into the room. Again, things were different being handcuffed, not being as accesable as usual. I sighed in relief, quickly bringing the phone back to my ear.

"Marshall Lee, it's Gumball! You need to sa-" DAMN IT! He had already fucking hung up. "FUCK YOU MARSHALL!" I yelled in anger, throwing the home phone to the office floor. Now I remember why it was so easy to hate him again. The phone busted as it hit the floor, the batteries flying around. Shit, what did I do?!

"B-boss? Is 'at ya' in ther'?" SHIT, WHAT DID I DO?! I clumsily ran to go pick up the phone and its scattered batteries, but I had slipped and rolled over the desk, hitting my head on the seat as I hit the floor... Damn it. I felt dizzy, but it was all non void when I caught sound of the office door knob jiggling. This could not be happening to me right. I recovered from the fall, and picked up the now busted phone. Damn my impulsive act, I was just angry! Why would somebody just HANG UP like that?! Hopefully, it still worked. I scuffled around the room in search of the scattered batteries. Checking under all the cabinetes, and even the creepy shrine table, I found one in the process. I know the other one was somewh- the desk. I quickly crawled under the desk... Just in time to hear the door get busted open!

"Boss?!" The short dirty guard shouted, looking left and right. I remembered that ridiculous accent anywhere. Luckily, and thank glob, I was hidden under the desk. I covered my mouth, not uttering a sound. I heard footsteps, toward the desk, my hiding place.

One...

Two...

He was right next to the desk. Please, please don't conveniently check under the desk. Luckily, he walked over to the window.

"Hrmmmm, must 'ave been aye bird, or 'ummin." The shorty said, big feet visible to my twitching eyes. Maybe I could use the switchblade, stab his achilles, and be done with him... But I did NOT want to kill anybody. But wasn't it appropriate at the time?! I could be done with him, right now... No, I couldn't live with myself if I killed somebody.

He closed the window, and when he was just about to leave, he had dropped a pen... A FUCKING PEN?! WHY WAS HE EVEN HOLDING THE PEN ON HIM AT THE TIME?! HE WAS CLOSING A DAMN WINDOW! I was schlorped. Absolutely flushed. I was certainly in trouble. I shivered, as he reached for his. I put my knees to my chest, getting ready for the worst. He reached down, his distasteful face visible to me. His right side, three moles on that side he had. I was bored, so I studied both sides of his face out of boredom. Tell me about it. He grasped the pen...

... Stood there...

... And than looked to the side, right at me.

Acting on impulse, having my left leg already cocked back, I had jammed my left foot into the side of his face. Surprisingly, it had launched the short man toward the wall, as he had his head slammed against it. Evidently, I kicked him so much unexpected power, he bounced against the wall and had flew over the desk, due to tripping over the batterie that I had yet to grab... Oh my. He was knocked out almost instantly. I let out a sigh of relief. I grabbed the second battery, stuck it in the home phone, and it turned back on. Phew. One problem solved. But, I had to get out of this room as soon as possible, I just couldn't get caught.

I quickly ran out of the office (closing the office door in the process) and went into the first room I could, in sake of hiding. It wasn't a locked door like before, so that was a relief. It was dark, and I couldn't... Well, see, it was dark. I tried reaching around, but it was hard. Damn these handcuffs! I'm glad I've been able to do as much as I have. I found a switched, and swiped it on, revealing a bedroom.

And good glob, was the bedroom gorgeous! It was a bright light red theme, with a white trim. The floor was classy oak wood, the walls painted, and the room fully equip't with fabulous furniture! The bed was a queen, with lovely pink sheets. There was a gorgeous sit-down vanity, with many perfumes and brushes. The room was exquisiute. Absolutely stunning! But there was no time to waste. I opened the nearest, other, door in the room, hoping it was a way out... Welp, it wasn't, but it was the next best thing! It was a walk in closet~ Full of glorious clothes and outfits!

Wait... This gave me an idea. If I were to try and escape from this island, I would need some kind of all purpose suit. A wet suit, perhaps. So I searched for just that. Although I'd love to wander the woods and escape via boat in a glorious ensomble such as one of these, I needed to wear something 'smarter' than nothing. More versatile. I coursed my two hand cuffed hands against the amazing fabrics. Wearing something besides these these cum and piss stained sweat pants... Ughck.

And than I found it. A purple 'combat' looking suit. It had protective knee guards, elbow guards, and a hard fabric over the chest to act as a chest guard. Why was it convienently even in here? Heck, I wasn't one to complain. Grabbing that, and a- Oooh!

There's even PINK underwear in here?! Whatever guard lived in this room, I sure wish he was assigned to have watched me rather than pervy tall guy or knock-out prone shorty, me and him would've gotten along very well! Or, than again, it was most likely a girl. Anyways, sure hope she or he wouldn't mind me borrowing these from her. Wasting no time, I checked out of the bedroom door. Good, nobody was in sight. I quickly made my way around the hall, back to the balcony.

I double handedly (again, handcuffed) threw the set of clothes onto the diagonal roof to the right of the balcony. Just as I thought. It had slid off, and landed directly on the table far below, nice and neatly. With just enough force, I tossed the phone and the switch blade onto the same diagonal roof. Luckily, neither broke or got affected much. I felt uneasy temporarily leaving the switchblade, but it wouldn't matter for long. They slid down the roof, safely onto the outfit. Phew. Lucky, lucky me. I smirked, but my happiness ended at the sound of footsteps.

I quickly ran my way back down the hall from the balcony, all the way up the stairs back to the room I've grown to call 'My Room'. 4 whole shitty days in the beaute. The seat was still there, in all its pissed-on glory. Ya know what, I don't feel embarrassed, I just came up with a boss plan, so I'm proud of myself. Hearing the footsteps were lighter, I assumed they belonged to Rolph, the tall flirty one.

Wanting to act as if nothing happened, I sat back down on the infamous bolted chair, and made it look like I was still trapped. Pfft. I sighed, getting ready to act convincing. Reminded me of when I took acting in High School... Me and Marshall Lee signed up together, only because I dragged him into it...

Up from the stairs came Rolph, his iffy, almost lingering eyes on me, averting time to time. He giggled shyly, blushing as he approached 'trapped' 'princy' as he's come to know, and sadly, love. He twidled with his fingers as if he had a school-girl crush on me. As he got closer, I averted my eyes. In the process, I spotted Marshall Lee's shirt that Jacx threw to the side like a bastard. No way I was leaving without it.

"Heh, heh... Sorry for the wait Princey, me and Yuri were stuck covering some stuff for the boss... Umm, he's out doing something, he'll be back in a few days, don't worry, heh, heh..." Okay, FIRST of all... The other guards name was 'Yuri'? Like... That didn't really settle with me well... It sounded ironic to me... It sounds like the OPPOSITE of something I'd agree with... Like, if I could just maybe change the two middle littles of the name, I think I'd be comfortable with it... Maybe even more than comfortable? Like, maybe to... Maybe 'ao' in between would be between 'Y' and 'i' because 'Yuri' just... It sounded gross, if you ask me.

I flipped my hair side to side, before looking up at him, my chin pointed down, batting my lashes. "Hi, Rolphie." I said in my most flirtatious voice I could play. "It's okay... I'm glad you're here now." I giggled. Ooh, shoot me. Rolph giggled, blushing. Ya' know, I kinda felt bad for him. He works for Jacx, a perverted barbarian prick who over sexualizes me constantly, and claims I am his, when Rolph here has to live with that happening, and feels as if he can't really have me, that he can't be in love... Or, so I assumed.

I think I knew a thing about liking a guy who you doubted liking you back... That's why I felt bad for doing what I was about to do. "C'mere Rolphie." I purred to him. He blushed furiously as he nervously stepped towards me even more so. He played with his fingers, averting his green eyes.

"Y-yeah, P-pr-p-princey?" He gagged, uneasy, shy, anxious. I felt bad for doing this to him, I really did.

"... Take off my pants, Rolphie." I giggled... Poor guy.

"...O-oo-okay, P-princey!" He shivered, smiling, slowly reaching for my sweat pant waistband. I cringed, I really did not want to do this. He slowly took off my pants for me (which I wanted), basically drooling. The only other liquid that couldn't yet stain those damn pants. I batted my lashes.

"... Now, take off my underwear, Rolphie." I said calmly, purring slightly. Rolphie giggled, clapping up and down, excited to see me naked. Good lord, I felt awful.

"Yes baby~!" He giggled, his eyes now visible hearts. He (much to my disliking) slowly pulled off my underwear from off my legs, squealing in delight louder by every inch my poor tarnished pair of underwear was off of my legs. He squealed when they were completely off... Goodness, he's more homosexual than me. I smirked, standing up straight, from the chair. His eyes just followed my dangling member, of course. However, he was knocked out cold after I cocked both hands back, and wrist whacked him across his face, as he had fallen straight down to the floor. Poor Rolphie.

Acting quickly, I rushed for Rolphies pockets, my hands outstretching for them. But, as I reached, I noticed one of my handcuffs had busted off when I hit Rolph! PERFECT! Wish that'd happen earlier. I only tried to knock Rolph out could to search him for keys to get these annoying ass things off. I shook my hands more, as they loosened on me. I was safe now... Or, maybe not. I looked down at Rolph, and he was still concious, stirring his body to get up. I had to get out of here! I ran as fast as I could, knowing the fatigue would soon pay off. I swiped Marshall Lee's shirt from the floor, and booked it down the staircase. As I ran, I toyed with my handcuffs until finally, one had fallen off of my wrist, dangling from my right wrist. I than was able to slip both of my arms through Marshall Lee's shirt, feeling the comfortable sweatyness of Marshall Leeeee... Or, what I pretended to be Marshall Lee.

"AYE! AYE PRINCEY BOY!" Yelled the short one, 'Yuri'. I turned around, to see him down the hall shouting at me. I looked up further to see Rolph holding his red cheek, walking wearily down the staircase in pain. Regardless, I smiled at both of them, saluting them goodbye.

"Kiss my bare ass, boys~" I laughed, looking forward to my escape. I threw the balcony double doors open, and with the momentum of my sprinting, I had dived over the railing. It was exhilerating. Something I had never done before. I risk I had never ever taken, and it gave me such a rush. Running, bare ass naked, jumping three stories into a pool... I had finally decided to break free from here, because it was so easy in the first place.

No, it really was, I had decided to try and break free from that chair, hours later, bamn.

I clapped my hands together and swan dived downwards, nearing the glorious clear water of the pool, and SPLASH. As I dived into the deep end of the gloriously cool watered pooled, I rubbed my body all around, cleaning myself of the sweat, the piss and yes, the seamen on my body. I felt invigorated, ironically, by a substance I hated coming in contact with all together before. I shook my head so my hair could flow in the refreshing water, swimming forward. And when I finally decided that I was clean enough to my liking, I swam up to the surface. "Pfffft!" I spat as I had exited the pool waves, making my way to the inground pool stairs. I ran up, looking up the balcony to see if they had looked out for me. Nope. Perfect. I ran toward the table my belongings had landed on, and shook myself off before beginning to dress.

Firstly, I slipped on my PINK underwear (It was a red cheeky pair!)

Secondly, I quickly slipped on my wet suit over Marshall Lee's shirt, no time to waste because I'm sure the guards were on there way. I managed to slip it on in less than a measly minute. I quickly stretched, to adjust to the feeling of the wet suit. It was smarter than normal clothes, for sure.

Than, I took Marshall Lee's switchblade, took the home phone, and made my way the hell out of this place. At least, out of this backyard. I ran down the patio, past the altar, avoiding outside guards (I knew there were more guards in this place) and took a rest under a gazebo, safe.

I was panting, feeling so many mixed emotions. I was finally in some different clothes, (good looking and functional, for that matter) I had a phone on me, a switchblade (I know, it was hardly a damn thing, but it had value to me, okay?) and I still had Marshall Lee's amazing shirt. I pressed against the floor with my wet suit boots. The wet suit was basically a onesie, but it was no childs clothing. As far as I knew, that could have been Jacx room, and this was a sex suit. Welp, beggers can't be choosers. Now, all I had to do was call for help, make my way through the forest and to the beach to get saved.

Home was a taste away from me.

I decided, since I was under the radar of guards, to call Marshall Lee one more time. The battery of the home phone was one bar. Figured. Home phones always needed constant charging. So without wasting anymore time, I dialed his number in, yes, reciting the song.

"...Hello? Mr. Abedeers residence... Hahahahaa!" I heard. Phew. A voice that wasn't Marshall Lee's, but it was still somebody.

"Hello? Yes, this is Prince Gumball, of the Candy Kingdom." I explained, covering my other ear so I could soley hear what the other person on the line was. "I've been captured and held hostage on an island! I've been missing for three days, trapped! The mansion has a giant mansion in the middle, and is surrounded by forest!" I explained. All I heard was slight static on the other side, waiting for a damn response.

"...nothin... jus wait..." Is all I could hear on the other end. "Could you please put Marshall Lee on the phone, please?" I cried, my patience was running thin. This was no time for rigamarool like this. This was serious, life or death stuff. "... Hello?!" I was about to hang up on this bitch myself.

"... Ooh, I'm sorry." This time I heard the voice more clearly, this time. "Yeah, he said he doesn't wanna talk to you. He doesn't care about you, and you, ugggghhhh... You waste his time, and stuff. That you're really annoying... He wanted me to tell you to 'eff off fag' but, ugh... That would be mean for me to say... Ummm, ugh... Yeah, I'm sorry man..." And than, beep, hang up...

I feel onto my knees right than and there... This was all just a bad dream, that I had to wake up from. A nightmare. There was no way what was just said was true... No way... Marshall Lee loved me, didn't he? He's always loved me...

Oh my glob, I was such a fool... Jacx was right... He was right, and he DID do all of this for a reason... I cried in my hands at the terrible realization. I hated life like this, because now I knew I was going to die... Alone... Just like I had feared, a fear clearly, nobody else shared...

It's confirmed, I am useless... What now...?

Give up... Go to the guards, turn myself in, and wait for Jacx to come back... All I am is just a useless faggit that nobody cared about... That's all I'm capable of... That was all anybody had ever thought of me... And what Marshall told to tell his friend proved it... It was offical. Me and Marshall Lee were never going to be together, never both in love, never loving each other... We would never be together like I had longed... Myabe the dreams were just what I had said this whole time... Wishful thinking.

I mean, why would Marshall Lee ever like me... Why would anybody ever like me... He's probably with Fionna right now, partying, having some other person pick up the phone for him... Because I just wasn't worth it, not even at this time...

And here, I had thought that I had broken free...

A/N: BOOOOOOM! ALL WILL BE EXPLAINED, NEXT CHAPTER! And btw, I lied! Marshall Lee is going to be in the NEXT CHAPTER INSTEAAAAAD~

Gumball: Wh-what? Awww... I missed him.

Me: Just wait to see chapter 8 everybody! It's allllll Marshall Lee in that one! How ya'll like the story so farrrrrrr? RnR! Seeya next time on I (Don't) Need A Hero