24DISCLAIMER: I do not own Adventure Time. Everything belongs to Cartoon Network and the original creator Pen Ward.
Fionna's Birthday Ball
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Fionna, happy birthday to you," Sang the crowd joyfully as they gathered around the radiant adventuress.
She smiled brightly, excited that her friends had not forgotten about her birthday. Moreover, the best part was that PG had planned it all... mathematical!
"Oh Gumball, this is so algebraic! I thought you guys forgot about my birthday… having me running around rescuing princes all day in all."
The pale pink twenty-six year old man adjusted his special licorice tie."It was no problem Fionna, anything for my best friend."
Their was that word again, friend. That one-syllable word slashed at the courageous girl figuratively, leaving a bitter taste in her mouth. She glanced across the room at her adopted older-sister, Cake, mouthing, "help me."
Cake morphed her arm into a miniature resemblance of the candy king and pushed herself against it suggestively.
"Well, it meant a lot to me Gumball," she batted her short eyelashes at the oblivious king and playfully twirled with the swirl in his bubblegum hair.
"Uh, Fionna- don't be weird." King Gumball chuckled, as he lightly shoved back the adventuress. "Just enjoy your party." He patted her head in an act of consolation, then stepped away to attend to his other party guests.
Sighing, Fionna tugged on one felt ear of her bunny hat. Subconsciously, she thought back to her appearance that morning. Thigh high white socks with light blue stripes, a dark blue ruffled skirt, and a thin blue spaghetti strap top. She imagined her blonde strip of hair that hung out appeared ragged from a day of adventuring, and her leather flats scuffed.
Although she was not the same thirteen-year-old girl he once rejected, she was now twenty-one years old. Dejected, she slumped over to the drink area.
Various labels stared back at her: grape juice, red punch, apple juice, soda, and- alcohol. Since when would PG serve alcohol? Reaching out for a shiny glass, she then pressed down on the button of the keg. It was rusty and creaking as she poured the liquid, looking out of place in the elegant grand ballroom.
"Like my present?" A husky, low voice questioned.
Startled, the young woman spun around, gripping her crystal pink blade in a flash. She found herself staring into a muscular torso, prying her eyes from the sight only to meet intense, scarlet eyes. Raw, animal hunger glinted dangerously in his eyes. Glancing up, the adventuress noticed thick black hair. Then, Fionna knew.
"YOU! How did you get here, Marshall?" Spat the human, pinning the Vampire King to the candy wall in seconds. Daring him farther, the adventuress menacingly held her sword against his heart. "Talk you lumpin' demon," she seethed.
"I can't deliver a present to my bunny on her birthday," He mocked lightly, not in the least bit afraid at the sharp tip of the sword pointed in his chest.
"You were banished from all of Aaa years ago. Why are you here?" The raging young woman demanded. Her cheeks were flushed red, but she held strong at the sight of Marshall Lee.
"Has it really been that long bunny? I could have sworn it was only… five years." He paused in thought, raising one light gray finger to his chin."Anyways, I'm here to collect my bride. Every king needs one, but she must be at least of the age twenty-one," the Vampire King's eyes deadly flashed as he swiped the sword from her hands. Licking his lips with a forked tongue, he snarled, "games up bunny."
With the agility only one who has adventured for years can master, Fionna leapt back. Eyes targeted on her opponent, she landed gracefully.
Marshall Lee hurled the sword with expert aim, a smug expression on his face as it collided.
Cherry blood spurred out of the candy king's gut, filling the grand ballroom at a rapid pace.
Stunned by the gore her ex-boyfriend had caused, the human simply gawked for a few moments at the astonishing scene before acting. Wails of agony erupted from the candy king himself as he frantically attempted to dig the sword out. The adventuress raced across the sticky, padded gum floor to her king.
"GUMBALL," The love-struck girl screeched, her heart hammering against her chest at a rapid pace. When she reached the candy king, the adventuress almost collapsed because PG had thick red goo oozing out of him and had started rambling.
Delirious, but Fionna only leaned in further.
"Don't- don't…" He moaned, shuddering every few seconds at the agonizing pain.
As the frantic young woman clutched the sword and yanked it out, she listened intently to her king. Suddenly, the dying man stopped his stuttering and locked eyes with Fionna.
Even on the candy king's deathbed, the young woman still longed for some sort of love proclamation. Although five words left his lips, they were not an 'I have always loved you' of any sort.
Following, was Gumball's last plea of, "Marshall Lee, don't let him..."
Fionna shook the shivering man, terrified at what she would do after he dies. Even though the obvious showed, he was going to die.
"Don't let him what, Gumball?" She uttered softly. Afterwards, the traumatized woman's entire face fell at the dying words of her king:
"My sister-"
