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The Adventures of Marshal and Fionna
By DemonRomantic
Adventure 1: Movie Night
“Alright, all ya’ll party people, I got caramel corn and soda pop, curtesy of P.G. who unfortunately couldn’t be here tonight due to his princely duties, so we’ll just have to go ahead and start the fun without him.” Cake said, carrying in the goodies with one of her arms split into three to hold each person’s drink.
“Eh, Gumball’s a party pooper anyway.” Marshal said, sipping the red out of his soda, leaving behind a gray liquid. “Besides, he probably would faint over this classic.”
Marshal held up a black movie case with dripping red letters that read, ‘Zombie ankle-biters from the black ooze forest’ and depicted zombie candy people gnawing a picture of an ankle.
“Uh… I don’t know. The last time Cake watched a horror movie, she made me stay up all night with her washing our clothes in salt water.” Fionna said, her arms wrapped around a pillow and wearing blue footy pajamas with penguins on them. “How about this one?”
Fionna picked a movie off of the stack on the floor that said ‘Karate’ in all caps and showed a person in a white uniform doing kicks and aerial slicing.
“Isn’t that an instructional video?”
“I heard that if you watch something right before you go to bed, you don’t even need to train, it just kind of downloads in your head while you sleep.”
“I download many things inside my head at night.” BMO said, face returning to normal from a play movie screen.
“I’ve got it, how about we make a movie that we’ll all like?”
“For some reason I just got a sense of déjà vu when you said that.”
“Nuh, nuh, nuh-no!” Cake said, coming to stand between them. “It’s late, and this kitty needs her beauty sleep. Fionna, you’re a growing girl, you need sleep too.”
“I’m like sixteen.” Fionna said, flatly.
“We’re staying in for the night. So, if you want to stay, you better have a relaxing activity in mind, little boy.”
“Hmm.” Marshal said, suddenly getting a lightbulb over his head. “Then… let’s do spa facials and foot massages.”
“Say wha?” Fionna made a disappointed face, before Marshal nudged her with his arm. “Oh… yeah. That would be relaxing.”
“Alright then,” Marshal said, gliding over to the kitchen and pulling out a mixing bowl and whisk along with some mayonnaise, butter, eggs, and other seemingly condiment based foods. “I’m just gonna whip up some face mask mush, and Fionna, you start rubbing Cake’s feet.”
“Why do I have to be the one to rub cat feet?” Fionna grumbled.
Cake held up her foot, having sat in a chair, and wiggled her clawed toes. “You heard the boy, start rubbing.”
Fionna grabbed the furry foot and did as she was told, while Marshal drifted back over and began spooning white goop onto Cake’s face. “Now just let the mud seep into your pores and feel the soothing strokes of Fionna’s fingers on your little cat pads. Let your mind go blank and sleepy.”
“Mm-sleepy kitty. Purr, purr, purr…” Cake was out like a light and snoring within seconds.
“Well, now that all of the party poopers are gone, how about we get the real party started?” Marshal said, wiggling his eyebrows.
“What did you have in mind?” Fionna said, dropping Cake’s foot.
“Remember how I said I used to live in the treehouse, well, I know all about it’s secrets.”
“Secrets?”
“Mm-hm. Follow me.” Marshal said, waving his hand for her to follow.
Fionna followed Marshal down the tree to the treasure room where he stopped floating. “I’m kinda surprised you never found this.” He stepped around the ladder so that he was face to face with Fionna where she still stood holding the sides of it. A slight blush colored her cheeks.
Marshal smirked before knocking once on the inner wall of the trunk and then suddenly two miniscule eyes and a tiny mouth appeared in the side of it. The mouth spoke in a deep voice that didn’t match the size of the face. “What’s the password?”
Marshal lidded his eyes and leaned an arm up above the face leaning in close. “Hey good-looking, you down for some mischief?”
The tiny face blushed and giggled before the mouth dropped down into a small doorway.
“This way.” Marshal said, floating inside.
Fionna hesitated before walking in after him, and the door shut behind her, enveloping them in darkness.
“Uh… Marshal?”
She felt a hand take hers and lace fingers with hers. “It’s okay, just hold onto me and keep walking.”
They didn’t go very far before Fionna felt the floor give out beneath her and she was suddenly dangling by just Marshal’s hand.
“Ah! Dude, a little warning would be nice, I almost had to change my footies.”
Marshal chuckled and took her other hand. “Sorry about that. I forgot that you can’t fly. Here,” he hoisted her so that she momentarily was thrown in the air, before he caught hold of her in the cradle of his arms.
She held onto him by wrapping her arms around his neck while they drifted back down onto solid ground. There was the sound of fingers snapping, and the next thing she knew, they were standing in a circular room with candles all around it. Marshal lowered his hand, and placed Fionna back on the ground.
“Welcome to my club house.” He said, holding up his arms in a grand gesture.”
“Wow. I never knew this was underneath the tree house.” Fionna marveled at the spacious room.
Other than the candles, there was a T.V. with a video game system and throw pillows around it, along with a mini fridge and microwave. A small bookshelf held comics and records while an old phonograph stood beside it.
“Dude, you’ve been holding out on me!” Fionna said, punching Marshal in the arm.
“Heh-heh. Ow.” He said, rubbing is arm and frowning. “Here, you gotta listen to some of these old songs. I think they were made before I was even alive.” He said, grabbing a record.
The phonograph made a whirring noise before music spilled out of it into the cave. It was a slow tune with no words, but Marshal added his own lyrics while holding out a hand to Fionna, who took it with burning cheeks, and they started to dance.
“Hey girl, you sure do something funny to me. Yeah, you’re funny, but that’s not what I mean. You… make me… smile. Just because. And I… just want… to be with you… for a while. Cause, it gets pretty lonely, here in the dark. So, let’s dance the night away, together. Just the two of us, in the candle light, tonight. Oh, oh, wow, oh. In the candle light, tonight. And when you fall asleep, I’ll say sleep tight don’t let the vampire bite.”
The song ended, but Fionna and Marshal were still holding onto each other. They both had their eyes fixed on the others. The distance between them slowly was closed as they brought their lips together in a kiss, with both of their cheeks blazing red. Marshal raised his hand so that it cradled the back of Fionna’s head, while she gripped at his hair. After a few moments, they both broke away with embarrassed fumbling and stood apart from each other while staring at their feet.
“Uh, well. That was fun.” Fiona said, fidgeting her fingers in front of her footie jammies that made her feel like a little kid all of a sudden.
Marshal had a hand in his hair and was scratching his head. “Yeah.” He exhaled. “I’ve… never shown anyone else my hideout. You can come here whenever, though. I don’t care.”
“I’ll need you to get down.” Fionna said, finally looking back up at him.
He looked back at her and smiled. “Right.” He glided above her and picked her up by her hands again. Instead of carrying her in his arms, this time he swung her around so that she was riding piggyback. “Well, we better get back up there before Cake wakes up. She might banish me from the tree house.”
They glided up to the treasure room and Marshal set Fionna back on the floor. “Goodnight, Fionna.” He said, giving her a little peck on the cheek before flying out the door.
Fionna put her hand up to her blushing cheek and giggled. The password-face behind her grimaced and whispered under it’s breath. “Hmph, floosy.”