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I stared into my cereal with a considerable lack of interrest.
"Fi, what do you wanna do today?" Cake stretched across the table. "It's a big day, you know."
"What's today?" I groaned, still tired.
"You're sixteenth birthday, girl." I shook my head and pulled off my hat, long curls grazing the floor.
"Sixteen?" I laughed. "Well, Gumball probably has something planned, don't ya think?"
Something hissed across the room and I flew out of my chair, pulling my sword free from my skirt's belt loop. "Who's there?" I asked, exasperated.
"No one." I relaxed against the chair and sighed as a smirking Marshal pulled himself out from under the couch. He floated over to the table. "I suppose I'm not invited to Gummy's little party for you?" He ruffled my hair. I glared at him and pushed my hat on, most of my hair still showing.
Cake hissed. After all this time, she'd never been fond of Marshal Lee. Oh, well. Vampires. I shook my head and shrugged at him. "Not my party to invite people to."
A Case Study: Chapter 2Slick crimson smeared across the pale floorboards of Marceline's bedroom, in a horrible swipe beginning at the edge of her beast-skin rug. Blood, was Bubblegum's snap reaction. Oh, Glob, blood. And so she pounded on the closed door of her lover's bathroom, under which snaked the thin trail.
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"Marceline, Marceline! Marceline, let me in this instant!"
A muffled cough was the only response. Something's wrong. I ruined it all, I did it wrong. Oh, Glob, oh, Glob, oh Glob.
"Marceline! I'll bust down this door if I have to!"
The candy girl's tears were already beginning to collect when the door slid open. Marceline's face behind it was pale, not its usual grey but a ghostly white. Small smudges of scarlet dimpled the underside of her chin and she was grimacing. Before she could start to grumble, though, Bubblegum grabbed her shoulders, eyes probing with concern.
"I-it's on your face . . ."
"Uhm, yeah. Maybe if you weren't so flippin' impatient I would have had time to at l