Life's what you make it, so let's make it right. - Hannah Montana
Still busy as fiddly uck, my friends. I'm trying my very, very, best. The life of an athlete can be extremely draining, my friends. Don't do it my friends. I mean, sure, you get a nice bod and some jocky friends, but you sacrifice all your time. Maybe I'll have more time next year, but I suspect this story will be done by then. I was in Florida with my team from March 20th to the 23rd, so no writing was done then. Sorry guys, I know you expect more out of me, but I'm just a girl.
Production of my other story has been halted quite a bit. It's been hard to try to work on both, so for right now, I'm going to focus on this one, and then when this is over, I can devote my more full attention to my other story. I'll still work on it, but don't expect anything about it for quite a while. I could always give you guys a sneak peek (if you wanted), however.
And, to make things more difficult on the writing process, NONE OF MY STORIES ARE UPDATING! No one I follow is updating as religiously as I need them to. So, I got a new idea. I thought to myself, "how about, instead of just waiting around forever, we just go find new stories." Oh, but the process of finding stories is so long and tedious. Oh! But why go actively seek out random stories... when I've got some lined up right here! With you guys! Yes, congratulations folks! Do you have stories on your profile? Well, chances are, IM GONNA READ IT! Because I need my fucking inspiration (excuse my language) and you guys will be joining it now!
AND THEN I LOST HALF OF WHAT I WROTE CUZ I FORGOT TO SAVE! Jeez guys, I'm sorry for doing this to y'all. I'm trying, for reals. Life is hectic when you've actually gotta do stuff.
In other, other, other news, I listened to a lot of Anarbor over the course of writing this. Ugh, I love that band. They're so fun to sing along to, man.
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"This is when someone's talking"
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This is phone or internet, electronical devices, speak
Just incase you get confused.
~I'm Just Your Problem, Baby~
"Are you two kidding me?" Bubblegum said, frustration lacing her voice dangerously.
"You two are absolutely ridiculous," Gumball said, shaking his head as he looked at my brother and I.
"What?" I said, confused. "What's wrong?"
"The world's going to end soon," Gumball said.
"And you two are playing video games." Bubblegum finished, angry.
"So?" Marshall said, innocently.
"You guys need to fucking do something!" Bubblegum fumed.
"Whoa, whoa, watch the language, little miss," I said, snickering. "There are children among us."
"Children?" Bubblegum asked, flustered, furious and confused.
"You guys are pretty young," Marshall Lee said, with a shrug. "Go back to bed, kids. The adults are trying to get work done."
"It's the midle of the day!" Bubblegum shouted back at him.
"You're not even getting any work done!" Gumball shouted, as well.
"Aye, aye, you're hurting my old lady ears." I groaned, waving them away. "Let us enjoy the peace and quiet while there still is some."
"It is literally raining fire outside right now!" Bubblegum shrieked. "Do something!"
"Fine," I sighed, and raised a hand. It glowed red for a second, and then the world flashed with blood. "Happy?"
The fire rain was gone. The sky was still that awful orangey- red color, and it still reeked of death, everywhere, but the fucking fire rain was gone. It had been an awful last few days. Nothing extreme had happened just yet, but the storm was brewing. From the heat of the fucking fire rain; I mean, how cliche can it get?
We were currently holed up at the Wolfe's huge house. You'd think they'd have a lack of rooms, since they had so many kids, and now there was pretty much a whole army of wolves here, but there was still room for us. Of course, my father and I eventually had to weave together some space magic, because we had to fit all the vampires here too. We were pretty much housing over three quarter a million people here, some how. I didn't even know we had that many between us.
Contrary to popular belief, wolves and bats were actually close species. Many of them had already been friends for some thousand years, which made accomdating all of them much easier. It was only the few rowdy tykes that chose to try to demonstrate stereotypical hate, and they... well, they got backhanded by me or Jake usually. I'd have left Marshall do it, but he'd probably have knocked them into another galaxy. Needless to say, the few recklessly stupid did get threatened to be backhanded by Marshall (who was beyond frustrated with the entire sitatutuon at this point), which promptly ended their rebellious stage.
For about the past week, it had been relentless planning and calculating and strategizing and arguing and basically nothing productive. Neither Lucifer nor Micheal was willing to travel to their respect homes and attempt to gather supporters there (damned cowards). They weren't willing to let any of the rest of us travel there either, so this was a huge, migraine inducing dilemna. There was also the fact that Micheal and Lucifer were no where near helpful in any attempts to figure out how to get to their children. They were so ridiculously reluctant to do anything, that I almost considered just taking all matters into my own hands.
My father was also flustered with the prescence of my mother, and her now human-state. The smell of her called to him, no matter where he was, beckoning him to bite into her child-like neck. He was frustrated at me, but he never asked me to reverse the affect. Not that I exactly knew how; I barely even know how I had managed to make her human. It had been an extreme version of what I had done to Bonnibel to keep her heart beating and the blood pumpin'. If you had asked me to do it again, without a huge angry temper tantrum, I probably wouldn't be able to. But, because of my actions, my father's was having a difficult time. His usually perfect mind was some what addled by the constant smell of my mother begging him to make his way towards her.
The next issue involved another member of my family; My mother. Besides the issue of my father, she was practically rabid and furious. You could hear her screaming from her cage in the basement, constantly. The banging from the metal bars of her prison was unnerving and would send chills down the other residents spines. Trust me, it wasn't fun for me to listen to either. It lined my undead skin with unreal goosebumps and made the hair on my body stand at attention. But there was little to do about it right now; My attention needed to be with the current task at hand. Or so, it was supposed to be.
"Marceline!" Bubblegum shouted, frustrated. Her foot stomped on the floor as she began to throw a small temper tantrum.
"What?" I said, exasperated. "Bonnibel, I need a small break. I've been working 24/7 for several days, and it gets tiring."
"You can't just take a break," Bonnibel said, rolling her eyes. Her dainty arms were crossed as she stared at me, sternly. "The whole world is at stake!"
"My sanity is at stake," I groaned out, not taking my eyes off the screen. I stuck my tongue out of the side of my mouth and clicked away at some buttons, my thumb flicking at the jotstick. "I'm still just a teenager, Bonnie. I need a break every now and then too."
"You're thousands of years old," Gumball sighed.
"We're still mentally teenagers, Gummy," Marshall said, cheekily grinning. "You know how bad stress can be for kids our age, right?"
And thats when the relentless screeching started once again. First came the rattling and banging of impossibly stronge metal bars. And then there was high pitched shrieking, making my ears ring.
"Fuck it," I said, slamming the control onto the floor, causing it to shatter. I gave a heavy, annoyed sigh, and blinked. It lay fully together on the carpet. "Marshall Lee, come here. We're going to get her to shut the fuck up."
"What?" Marshall said, slinking back, timidly. "Yeah, I'm not sure that's a great idea, Marceline the sheen and sometimes mean."
"I don't care what you think, little whipped kid, because you don't." I snapped, practically fuming. "Either you're coming down with me, or the little bitch might die."
"Marceline, don't do anything rash," Marshall said, watching me begin to walk away. He shuffled up and scrambled after me when I grumbled 'no promises'. "Okay, okay, I'm coming Marceline! Hey! Wait for me!"
I stormed down the halls of the Wolfe household, making my way down the clean, but chipped stairs. Marshall plodded behind me, like a meek toddler chasing after an infuriated teenaged sibling going after an unreasonable parent; horrified to see what was going to happen, but knowing he couldn't miss it. I was fuming and furious. Not a good combination.
"Mother!" I shouted, flinging open the door. Her feral head turned to me, almost as furious as me.
"Let me out of here!" She squealed at me.
"If you don't shut the fuck up, I'm gonna fucking end your life!" I shouted back at her, my voice bouncing around the room. She flinched, but kept her angry glare.
"I'm your mother, you wouldn't dare," She hissed.
"There's a lot of things I wanna do to you right now, and you're lucky I brought Marshall Lee here to talk me out of most of them." I shot back, walking right up to her cage and banging the metal bars. "Let's home my good senses can talk me out of the rest of them. Else you might be looking at a whole new world of pain."
"I am a human now, Marceline," She growled at me. For someone being stuck in a cage for such a long time, she was in good condition. Probably because the Wolfe's wouldn't let her stay unhealthy, out of respect. Her hair was shiny, her teeth were white. Her eyes glowed with a remarkable amount of hatred, probably something she had given to me through blood. "Death would be welcome."
"No, no, no, mother dearest," I snickered, my eyes flashing. "It isn't death. It's pain."
"Your life is a pain," She spat back at me.
"C'mon guys, are you guys two years old?" Marshall said, squeaking as he tried to reason with us. "Can't we handle this like adults?"
"Maybe we could," I raised an eyebrow at him, before I smirked at my mother. "But she doesn't look like she's in any position to, now."
"Bitch of a child," My mother said, anger dripping from her voice.
"It takes one to know one, you rotten whore," I snapped back.
"A whore? How am I a whore, exactly?" My mother asked, offended and angrier. "I've slept with one man in my whole life; that one man would be your father, in case you forgot how children are made. How, exactly, does that make me a whore? Explain your reasoning to me, intelligent child."
"Shut the fuck up," I said, shaking my head. "Okay, point made. That was a bad name call."
"You're an idiot of a child," She said, evidently disappointed, but grinning ever so slightly.
"This is not a funny situation," I said, frowning at her. "I still fucking hate you."
"The way you think is funny," Marshall mumbled. I whipped my head around to him, shooting him a huge glare. He looked down, a small smile on his face.
"Seriously?" I breathed out. I rolled my eyes and stood up. "You're not coming out."
"I'm a human, what the fuck do you think I can even do," She said, exasperated. "The least you could do is let me stretch my legs. Maybe then, I'd stop screaming.
"There's another issue, mother, if I let you out," I said, pursing my lips. "As much as I hate you, and I do want you dead... if I let you out, there's a chance Dad will bite into your tiny little human child neck."
"Oh, what have you done to my poor husband?" My mother replied, looking somewhat disappointed.
"He just finds you tasty, that's all," I said, shrugging. "You should be flattered."
"Marceline Abadeer, do something about it!" My mother scolded.
"I can't, mother," I sighed for what seemed the millionth time. "I don't know how."
"Figure it out," She responded, curtly.
"Why don't you figure it out," I rolled my eyes. "You've got a lot of time to think, anyways."
I missed my friends. Tremendously. I missed the laughter, the merry-making, the fun. Sure, my uncles laughed. Caroden laughed. A lot. But it wasn't quite the same. There was always angry, maliciousness behind his jokes. Marshall often made jokes that made no sense, but they weren't mean. They were just... jokes. Just good-natured fun.
Katie needed me more, however. She was... lonely. Unlike the rest of my friends, who were... happy.
I was trying my best to be the brother Katie needed. My absolute best. But she never made it easy on me. She didn't give or take; she only retreated from me. I believed I was making progress. Very minimal progress... not enough to make her stop ending the world, maybe, but... I don't know. It was all very hard to process these days.
But I missed them. More than I can describe in words. Did that mean I regretted my decision. No... I think. I believe Katie was many things. But I don't believe a horrible person was one of them. She played the role of the bad guy because she felt she had to. Because she felt she had no other place.
I felt extremely stuck in the situation. I wanted to go back to them... to Marshall Lee, Marceline, my brother, Bubblegum, Gumball, Frankie, Jake, and Lady. My dad, my mom, Jake's parents, Mr Hunter Abadeer... but they had each other. And Katie only had me. And our uncles, I suppose.
It was a confusing situation, to say the least. Perhaps it was my own stubbornness, a trait that seemed to run thick as tar in my familys blood, that made me continue to try to probe my way into Katie's life. Maybe it was my own desire to feel needed, much like hers. But unlike her, I needed to feel needed. She just dismissed the feeling and decided to live in constant hatred of what she understood and what she knew.
But me? I knew nothing.
I didn't know love. I didn't understand how the world worked. I didn't even know I was a... person until just recently. Let me tell you, it's an awful feeling. Being an entity but... not. Being there but nonexistant at the same time. I had been more insignificant than the little speckles of dust that floated through the air. And, in many ways, I still was. I was making no progress with my sister. My friends had not sought me out. My family had not attempted to win me back. But I assume (if only to reassure myself) that was because they were respecting my choice. And it was only a matter of time until they tried to kill us.
Maybe I deserved death. Maybe I needed it, more. Who knows. I didn't.
"Do I need to remind you that the world is ending?" I panted, my skin hot and cold at the same time. She wasn't touching me, just staring at me from across the table, but I could feel her hands all over my body.
"I know," She said, raising a perfectly shaped eyebrow in my direction, resisting a frown. "Why are you bringing it up?"
"I, uh," I said, flushing. Everything was just becoming incredibly warm and my clothes begged to come off. "No reason."
"Alright then, let me get back to work," She said, smirking ever so slightly. She flipped the pen around her fingers, staring intently at a large assortment of papers on the table. She had a earbud in one ear, pumping out some music with guitars and drums. "I don't understand why I had to be put in charge of all the vamps. Marshall actually knows them more."
"You're smarter than him," I offered, trying my best to breath evenly. I knew my heartbeat was erractic at this point, and damn her for keeping it going. She chuckled at my words, and lazily looked up from her work to pierce me with her blood red eyes again. Heat shot through my body and the seat I was sitting in was becoming extremely uncomfortable.
"But I get bored just as easily as the little prick," She groaned, her eyes rolling back as she closed them. "Do you wanna do something else? Let's go have fun! I'm bored."
"I can't distract you from your work, Marceline," I replied, watching her as she lifted her arms and stretched them above her head. "It's pretty important, ya know?"
"That doesn't make it anymore exciting," She said, sighing. She rolled her head back and forth before returning her attention to me. She watched me for a few seconds, before a grin stretched across her face. "I've got an idea."
"Is it a good one?" I asked, untrustingly.
"Do I ever have good ones?" She asked, rolling her eyes with amusement.
"Fair point, well made," I said, frowning. "What is it?"
"What if we leave?" She said, grinning like a child being offered a new toy. "There're other universes. We can just leave."
"Wha... what?" I said, surprised that that was what came out of her mouth.
"You and me," She said, brightly. "And Gumball, and Marshall, and Jake and Lady and Finn and Frankie and we can go get Nin and bring him with us, and your parents, and my dad, and Jake's parents, maybe Micheal and Lucifer, but they probably wouldn't want to leave, and any one else you want."
"Marceline, you can't possibly be that irresponsible." I scolded, flatly.
"Are you sure you want to test that theory?" She said, raising a playful eyebrow at me. She snapped her fingers and suddenly I was sitting on the table right in front of her, the papers gone.
"GAH!" I gasped, surprised. I shot a glare at her, annoyed. "You know I hate when you do that."
"And that's precisely why I do it." She said, smirking up at me. Her hands slowly snaked their way to grasp my ankles, lightly, and began moving up my legs. "Because I'm irresponsible."
"Marceline, the world... is ending." I said, taking a deep breath as I felt her cool hands slither their way onto my skin.
"I know," She chuckled. "I probably couldn't care any less."
"I care, Marceline Abadeer," I breathed out, her hands reaching the thigh area just underneath my shorts.
"Let's talk about it later," She groaned, rolling her eyes.
"We can't just talk about it later, Marceline, it's happening right," I said, my breath catching as she began to move to the belt loops on my shorts. "Now."
** HEY GUYS! Just a quick, unfortunate, note. I think I'm going to have to go on a small hiatus sort of thing. The life of an athlete is tough and draining and I end up sleeping by like 9 these days. And to add to it, I keep getting sick, so I've just been so out of it. It's likely that you guys will see very little being updated for the next 3 months or so, so I just thought I'd let you know. I apologize! But, I do actually sorta kinda have a life, so I do need to kind of handle that prior to writing a fanficiton on the internet. I gotta have my priorities.**
Rosethatisblue: Well, I do my best. It's kind of turned into more than just a fanfiction, I suppose. It started out that way, but it just kinda... I dunno. Grew. It is gross. Man, I'm a bad nerdy shut-in kid. Need to get my hermit card revoked.
The Yuri Monster: Yeah, she cut it bud. It was a clean cut. She ain't gon' love nobody now.
Skye: Uh, it's kind of hard for dumb people like me. But it's pretty fun. And, who knows, maybe Simon will get some screen time.
alecita122: NEED TO KNOW? That, dear, is top secret information. Oh wait, no it's not.
TheJadedRebellion: Well, sure, the thought is there. But I can't just have everybody getting together all willy-nilly, now can I? That's not the way the world works. Hooking up? C'mon now. I mean, what if one of them dies.
Liber-T.E.A: Let's see, let's see.
I'll probably do it soon... ish? Maybe. Who knows. I'll let you know, bud.
Rider of the fires: That's my job, isn't it? To frustrate you guys, as an author.
THE DARK HOUND: No, no, thank you, my good friend the Werewolf King, for the kind review.
XxLoverOfLovexx (from chapter 31): Hey, hey, happy (really late) birthday kid! I hope you celebrated with lots of cake and strippers!