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“Marceline? Is that you?”

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sugarlessvampire started following you
“Marceline? Is that you?”
First real try - Marcaline is sat on the couch in her dark dingy flat, flicking through the channels aimlessly. She comes across a music channel and seems disinterested at best; the rock channel usually entertained her at least for a few moments, but not tonight. Suddenly she comes across a cooking channel, and a smile creeps across her face. Slightly embarrassed, she wipes it away and continues to channel surf. Her fingers are hovering over the back button, she appears hesitant to flick back a channel. Even though she is alone in her flat, and the curtains are drawn, she still feels like if she returned to that channel, someone would catch her. She ponders this thought for a second, then decided to do so. The chief was just pulling out a freshly baked batch of brownies as Marcaline tuned in. She felt a sudden shudder engulf her, as she began to slowly sit upright. The chiefs voice was static noise to her now, her widening emerald eyes were far too immersed in the brownies. The TV show ended shortly after and the credits began to roll up the screen. Marcaline felt flustered but excited by this sudden, unexpected turn of events from tonight. Sudden flashes of the princesses face crossed her mind, as she lay back, closed her eyes and took off her jeans. Just as the theme song had ended, Finn an jake burst through the door. “WHERE IS SHE?! WHERE IS SHE, MARCALINE?! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE PRINCESS?!” Feeling incredibly embarrassed and almost falling over; trying to stand up quickly and pull her t-shirt over her trouser-less legs. “W..what do you mean? I haven’t done anything with the princess!” Jake seemed to have taken the shape of a log, as if to break down her flat door. Privacy wasn’t a thing these boys knew well, apparently. Still holding her t-shirt over her exposed thighs, Marcaline begins to panic. ‘What has happened to the princess? Who has her? Is she hurt? Why do Finn and jake seem to think I have her? Has she mentioned that she was coming to see me?’ Before she could continue this mental ramble, Finn jumps over to her and stands right ontop of her coffee table, almost knocking over her old tv. He holds in his hand a note written on pastel pink partridge, with love hearts surrounding it - clearly from the castle. ‘You all deserve a better queen.’ The last three letters of queen were smudged and seemed to trail downward, it was not like the princess to be so slack-Especially with her writting. Marcaline had noticed this first off, seeing as the princess forever scolded her for her lack of grammar and punctuation. “Why do you assume I’ve taken her, Finn? Hmm? You know we fe…we’re friends, man. Why would I hurt her?” Before Finn could even reply, jake stretches over and appears very close to Marcaline’s face; which annoys her more than she lets on. “Where is she man? You better not be hiding her here. I’ll smell her out and then you’ll have some real trouble on your hands, Marcaline!” “Calm your dog, Finn. It appears his leash is a little long, wouldn’t you say…” She huffed, as she turned away from them. Her eyes slightly widened as she pondered the princesses whereabouts. Turning her head slightly to the side she said, “Even if I did have her here, you wouldn’t find her.” Laughing sadistically, as if not to let on she was worried. “Let me grab my jeans and I’ll help you find her. Err…maybe she knows where my bass has gone too. I can’t seem to find it…” Unbeknown to her, the bass guitar was hanging slightly out of her bedroom door; She had laid it there so she could slump on the sofa earlier this evening. Clambering for her jeans, Marcaline orders jake and Finn to wait outside as she gets dressed. They don’t budge though, just turn around so their backs are too her.
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[ text 4:23 pm ]: Have you seen Hambo??
[ text 4:24 pm ]: he was in that one place last time I checked buuuuuut
Kind of hard to argue with that, but just by looking at your face I can tell you're cuter and way hotter.
"Sorry buddy, but that’s where you’re wrong. I can see how sexy and cute you are even if you are miles away."
"Wow, if ain't that really rad vampire queen Marceline!"
"I see another me," Marceline shook her head in disbelief. She looked at the vampire in front of her and nodded to herself. "Man, you are one sexy vampire queen."