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"Well, yeah. I'm usually out hunting or training and stuff." she blushed. Distracted by his presence, she accidentally placed her hand too close to the fire. She squealed and backed away from the stove flailing. "I-I think the food's done." she said and turned off the stove before running over to her sink and placing her hand under cold water.

Marsh chuckled before getting worried. “Are you okay dude?” He floated over to her and peered over her shoulder at the burn. “Fire has a tendency to burn hands bro. Just sayin’.” He laughed and floated over to the living room, waiting for the eats.

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"Sure! but I can't really play any instruments though" Fionna regretted not taking the piano lessons Cake tried to force on her years ago. "Not well .. anyway" she added, recalling the time she tried to play a balloon.

“Yeah, I know.” He chuckled. “Just freestyle or something. We can record it or whatevs. Honestly I just wanna do something cool. I’ve been pretty bored lately.”

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We all have those days

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vampirekingmarshall:

Marshall was banging on the door as hard as he could, practically off it’s hinges, but there was no answer. Something was seriously wrong. “Fionna! Open UP!” He looked around and decided to fly up to the secret entrance he had made for himself. Sometimes, he thought, he knew this tree house better than it’s current owners.

The anxious vampire landed in a dark living room. “Fionna!” He called out to no avail. There was a wierd smell in the air that made Marshall really uncomfortable. As he searched from room to room for any sign of Fionna, the smell lingered on.

He finally searched through Fionna’s bedroom, having hoped to save that room for last out of some form of privacy. Marshall’s acute eyes scoured the room. It was a helluva a lot messier without Cake around. Next to the un-made bed was a pile of dirty laundry, bras and panties galore. Across the room were small collections of souvenirs, from quest no doubt, carelessly thrown about. But no sign of where Fionna had gone.

The vampire king groaned with frustration and anxiety, kicking the pile of laundry and sending it’s contents sprawling everywhere. Then he saw it. Something that didn’t belong with the girly pink and red garments. Marshall grabbed it before it was able to land on the floor. A ripped piece of tattered, rotting cotton. It reeked of the scent that had been assaulting his nostrils since he came in.

“W-what….” Marshall couldn’t comprehend, but a small, terrified, electronic voice answered his thoughts. “The Lich was here,” Beemo whispered, leaning against the doorway to Fionna’s room. “It took her away.” Marshall looked at Beemo and then down to the tattered cloth in his hand. He had it’s scent. And he was getting angry. “What are you going to do, Marshall Lee?” Beemo asked in desperation. Marsh looked down at the terrified little robot.

“I’m going hunting.”

At the back of her mind, a faint voice that sounded very, very far started talking to her. She couldn’t even understand what it was saying; she was probably going insane. Fionna shook her head, decided to ignore it.

She needed a plan; but first, her sword. Trying to remember where had the last noise came from, the tired girl began patting the floor, until her hand found something. It felt like metal…and pain? She instantly let go, hissing a little, her right hand flying to cover the ache. Dang, she must have taken it from its sharp.

She touched the cut… it seemed deep, blood was starting to come out, reaching everywhere. The scar went all along the thumb’s muscle, it was about two inches and half long. She bit her lip, as she touched it again, this time a frail nerve getting in the way. She couldn’t bleed out much, she suddenly realized, she needed to be the most lucid she could. So, she took of a smudgy stocking, and began making a bandage, making sure it’d press the right way.

As she did so, the voice became louder, now what it was saying was clear. What a worthless human, it said, trying to act hero, when she can’t even take her sword without cutting herself. Truly pathetic.

Fionna closed her eyes, trying to focus on her hand. But it was impossible not to keep listening.

The Lich is doing the right thing, it’s not fair for Aaa to hold fake sense of safety, when their supposed heroine can’t even save herself. You should die, it’s the only fair thing to do. It’s the best thing to do.

She bit her lip harder, trying not to think, not to process the words; she was afraid to agree with them. Maybe she really was unuseful, maybe she really should die.

Adrenaline pumped through Marshall’s century-old veins as he raced through the forest. The scent was in his nostrils and in his lungs, intoxicating every fiber of his being that new the stench of death. Things like this had happened before in his long, expansive lifetime. But he would be damned if it was going to happen to Fionna. He will save someone, instead of being utterly helpless.

The forest around him was pitch dark, a maze of clone trees and branches in his way. Any normal person would be lost and afraid, but Marshall was awakening powers in him that he had used for ages. He his black as the night around him, he could see just fine. He could see better than fine.

He let the scent pull him towards his goal, reaching a clearing in the woods. A large circular opening in the midst of a sea of identical trees. He knew better than to not feel suspicious.

Then something caught his. It was ever so faint, but never the less stopped him in his tracks. He could almost see the pink-like odor wafting up and into his nostrils, filling his lungs with a feminine scent he was extremely familiar with. “Fionna,” he whispered into the darkness.

He looked down at the ground covered in leaves and twigs and flew towards the middle of the clearing where the scent was emanating from. Marshall took a deep breath and let out a gust of wind, blowing all leaves and debris into the air. Another power he had almost forgotten about. In the midst of the the foliage rain, there lay an ancient circular doorway, sealed with magic.

Words ran around the frame of the door in ancient tongues that most people would have forgotten about. Marshall was not most people. He knew what it read. “Let the Almighty Mushrooms consume you.” The doors seal was broken at the incantation, and Marshall took a step into the infinite darkness.

((hey guys how are ya? I apologize for my hiatus of the past week. Y’see, I’m a thespian of sorts and during the past week i had been working very hard towards a production was in. So I didn’t lose any of you and I’m just waiting for a good day to jump back in a respond to all of your stuff at once.)) 

Dont worry, I haven’t forgotten you,

-C

Marshall woke up and landed from above his bed. Fionna was obviously awake and already cooking downstairs. Glob knows she couldn’t cook for her life, but she was trying. He chuckled to himself. He brushed his teeth quickly and flew downstairs. A smile grew on his face as he found her frying bacon into pancakes, or trying to at least. “Y’know we don’t really need to eat that stuff anymore. We only need red.” 

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Yoo o/

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vampirekingmarshall:

Dark. Cold. Damp. Echoes. Death. Fionna. Cosmic Owl. Fionna. Lich. Lich. The Lich. THE LICH…

Marshall woke up in a cold sweat and lost control of himself, falling down to his bed. What the hell was that about? A nightmare? No, nightmares he was used to. This was different.

He got up and rubbed his eyes so he could take a look around. The vampire king could usually feel what time it was through the humidity of the air and what not, and it was definitely very early in the morning. He gave a big sigh as the tension from the nightmare was released. What had he dreamed? 

Marshall thought hard, trying to remember fragments of what had frightened him so much just moments ago. The Lich. He almost never dreamed about the Lich. Of course, he knew about The Lich King; he had lived through many encounters between Aaa and The Lich. Though, he had never actually seen the Lich face to face. The only other time Marshall had ever dreamed of It was when he was a little kid with Simone, hearing stories from lingering survivors. Plus he was 1000 years old, and knew things.

But this dream was different. He had seen the Cosmic Owl, and if Marshall knew anything from his 1000 years of experience with magic and the occult, it was that a Cosmic Owl dream was never to be ignored. Some say the Cosmic Owl means the dream was a prophesy. 

Marshall got up and walked over to the window, running his hand through his hair. “Jeez, what was that about?” He glanced down to find a Beemo cartridge on the floor. Marsh let out a chuckle. Fionna must have left it behind last time she brought Beemo ov- …Fionna. “Oh my glob!” The vampire king threw on some clothes and rushed out of his home. He had to know she was okay.

The screechy noise of metal resounded on the pitch black room. Fionna’s body tensed up, and she took a sharp breathe in, as her eyes tried to scan the darkness, not having any good results, with her poor, human vision.

She took a step forward, something touched her feet, and the noise again. Just then, when her hands closed just the slightest, she realized that it was her own sword it’s originator. Air slowly left her lungs, and she also realized that her muscles were shaking. How long had she been fighting against those iron pillars that had her caged? Long enough to make her go a little insane, the back of her mind answered.

Before she could tell, her tired legs refused to keep holding her up, and her body hit the floor, now almost laying on it. She closed her eyes, nothing could be seen, anyway, and forced her mind to find an escape.

It had been… Fionna thought, about two days since she had been left there. She had been visited once, someone… or something, she couldn’t tell, had brought her a big, dirty cistern fuelled with water. So, she had deducted, It wanted to keep her alive.

She was talking about the root of all evil, the embodiment of everything that is wrong in this world; The Lich King, of course. He had come at night, silent as a ghost, cold as death, and tried to take her away. Fionna had put a fight, but it had been too hard, too difficult to do this alone… Cake was not there to help her.

Fionna closed her eyes tighter, this was not the right time to think about that kind of stuff. She needed to stop mentally wandering. She needed a plan. She needed to believe that she’d come out alive. She needed hope.

Marshall was banging on the door as hard as he could, practically off it’s hinges, but there was no answer. Something was seriously wrong. “Fionna! Open UP!” He looked around and decided to fly up to the secret entrance he had made for himself. Sometimes, he thought, he knew this tree house better than it’s current owners.

The anxious vampire landed in a dark living room. “Fionna!” He called out to no avail. There was a wierd smell in the air that made Marshall really uncomfortable. As he searched from room to room for any sign of Fionna, the smell lingered on.

He finally searched through Fionna’s bedroom, having hoped to save that room for last out of some form of privacy. Marshall’s acute eyes scoured the room. It was a helluva a lot messier without Cake around. Next to the un-made bed was a pile of dirty laundry, bras and panties galore. Across the room were small collections of souvenirs, from quest no doubt, carelessly thrown about. But no sign of where Fionna had gone.

The vampire king groaned with frustration and anxiety, kicking the pile of laundry and sending it’s contents sprawling everywhere. Then he saw it. Something that didn’t belong with the girly pink and red garments. Marshall grabbed it before it was able to land on the floor. A ripped piece of tattered, rotting cotton. It reeked of the scent that had been assaulting his nostrils since he came in.

“W-what….” Marshall couldn’t comprehend, but a small, terrified, electronic voice answered his thoughts. “The Lich was here,” Beemo whispered, leaning against the doorway to Fionna’s room. “It took her away.” Marshall looked at Beemo and then down to the tattered cloth in his hand. He had it’s scent. And he was getting angry. “What are you going to do, Marshall Lee?” Beemo asked in desperation. Marsh looked down at the terrified little robot.

“I’m going hunting.”

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Ice Queen, what a babe.

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yo Marsh :D ish been a while >w>

“Dude, it has.” He scratched his head and grinned. “Where have you even been?”

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have fun with these pixels

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Dark. Cold. Damp. Echoes. Death. Fionna. Cosmic Owl. Fionna. Lich. Lich. The Lich. THE LICH…

Marshall woke up in a cold sweat and lost control of himself, falling down to his bed. What the hell was that about? A nightmare? No, nightmares he was used to. This was different.

He got up and rubbed his eyes so he could take a look around. The vampire king could usually feel what time it was through the humidity of the air and what not, and it was definitely very early in the morning. He gave a big sigh as the tension from the nightmare was released. What had he dreamed? 

Marshall thought hard, trying to remember fragments of what had frightened him so much just moments ago. The Lich. He almost never dreamed about the Lich. Of course, he knew about The Lich King; he had lived through many encounters between Aaa and The Lich. Though, he had never actually seen the Lich face to face. The only other time Marshall had ever dreamed of It was when he was a little kid with Simone, hearing stories from lingering survivors. Plus he was 1000 years old, and knew things.

But this dream was different. He had seen the Cosmic Owl, and if Marshall knew anything from his 1000 years of experience with magic and the occult, it was that a Cosmic Owl dream was never to be ignored. Some say the Cosmic Owl means the dream was a prophesy. 

Marshall got up and walked over to the window, running his hand through his hair. “Jeez, what was that about?” He glanced down to find a Beemo cartridge on the floor. Marsh let out a chuckle. Fionna must have left it behind last time she brought Beemo ov- …Fionna. “Oh my glob!” The vampire king threw on some clothes and rushed out of his home. He had to know she was okay.