THIS IS NOT RECOMMENDED FOR CHILDREN

IF YOU'RE EASILY OFFENDED, DO NOT READ

YOU KNOW WHAT; UNLESS YOU'RE REALLY COMPLETELY BORED AND HAVE A TASTE FOR CURSE WORDS AND THE DESTRUCTION OF YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW READ IT. PERVERTED THINGS WILL HAPPEN (NO LEMONS THOUGH...WELL THAT IS SHOWN) CURSE WORDS WILL BE SAID...SAY HELLO TO ADVENTURE TIME; ADULT SWIM VERSION

(to be honest, I doubt Adult Swim would air this)

I originally wrote the first chapter but it was kind of a bore fest so I gave up on it. However, my good friend, Jay, found it and added a bunch of curse words and gave it to me. I kind of liked it, so therefore him and I are now writing this together. We are both perverted so I'm going to rate it M because who knows what's going to end up coming up. Already you discover that Marshall wants to get into Marceline's pants. Hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: Neither Jay or I own Adventure Time...if we did, it wouldn't be a kid's show.


You know what sucks worse than working at job that fucking sucks? Working at a job that fucking sucks with some asshole that is always harassing you. No, Marceline never asked to work at one of the businesses her father owns. No, Marceline did not ask to work under some sick pervert who enjoyed looking at her and her best friend. No, Marceline did not ask that some stuck up lady's man's cubicle to be right next to her, but for some odd reason, life had a habit of giving Marceline crap she didn't ask for. She already got out of a relationship with a dude that didn't give two damns about her. Now, she'll have to handle this douche? Why were East wing's cubicles getting upgrade? Hell, why did they have to be moved to the West wing? There were two other fucking wings, but noo. Fate just had to rain on her parade. No, forget a parade. Fate had to rain on her whole town every fucking day of the week.

"Come on Marceline. It's not that bad." Her best friend and supervisor, Bonnibel, reassured, "At least they're bringing their own supervisor. I've met him before and I must say he's really responsible, and I'm pretty sure if you're having any trouble with your fellow coworkers, he'll handle it."

Lunch was the time of the day where Marceline met up with Bonnie and they told each other what was going on in their life. Bonnie was eating a bunch of sweets while Marceline was eating a bland salad. Bonnie would eat everything that she wanted, yet she never gained a pound. In Marceline's opinion, although she, herself, was a stick, she had to watch what she ate because everything went to her ass and thighs, and the pencil skirts they were required to wear didn't help anything. During lunch is where she usually bitched about her life, which she was doing at the moment. Bonnie, being the supportive friend she was, encouraged her to go with the flow, and give this new thing a chance. Marceline would've believed all of that about their supervisor if she didn't know that Bonnie and the other supervisor was getting it on after hours.

"Yeah, well tell your lover boy that he needs to put his asshole on a chain. I swear Bonnie; I don't know how you can handle it. Relationships aren't anything but a pain in the ass. Especially the guy you've fallen for. I mean seriously, he's about as soft as a teddy bear. If I didn't know any better, I would've sworn he was gay." she admitted.

"Marceline! Don't talk about my Bubba Wubba like that! And please watch your language! It makes no-"was all she said before Marceline tuned her out.

That was the kind of relationship she never wanted. The kind where you give each other horrible nick names and you defend them every time somebody says something about them. Bonnie always told her that she was too picky with her relationships, but she begged to differ. If anything, Bonnie was the picky one, and unfortunately, she's met her match; Bubba. Marceline munched on her salad as Bonnibel kept talking about something that involved her posture.

"Marceline, stop slouching! You look like a troll. To be a princess, you must eat like a princess." Bonnibel fussed.

"As if she could be a princess." The hated asshole said.

"Marshall Flea, for your information, if anything I'd be a queen. Keep talking and you'll end up being my henchman." She addressed as she munched on her salad louder.

"Oh Marcy babe! Why must you be so mean?" he asked, faking he was hurt.

"Oh Marshall, please excuse my friend. It seems she's had a bad night." Bonnibel lied.

"Night? What? She got cold being in bed by herself? Or maybe that mutt Schwabl left her?" he suggested.

"How about you go fuck yourself?" Marceline suggested getting up.

"How about you join me?" Marshall wiggled his eyebrows.

"Oh dear." Bonnibel commented, confused on how this conversation was headed towards that.

See, that's what always happens when you're talking to the infamous Marshall Lee and you just so happen to Marceline. You argue for a moment, and then it all ends up him asking you to go to his place. Marceline didn't know what his problem was. She really thinks that maybe he gets turned on by rejection. She never cared to ask.


I will not hate you if you stop reading this. Heck, flames are accepted, because we just ruined your childhood.