The Love Game.Chap 4.Fiolee--- Marshall---
Marshall was nervous for his date with Fionna. Extremely nervous, to emphasize the feeling of bats flying in his stomach in frantic motions. He felt sick, which vampires are never sick: its not possible. Marshall sighed, finishing combing his black, charcoal hair into the perfect waves. He was in his usual attire, which was his red and blacked shirt, jeans and sneaks. But at least he tried to snazzy up a little big! He put on a black tie, and grinned in the mirror.
"Nice, an appropriate look for my date with Fionna!" Marshall Lee the Vampire King glided out of his house and went towards Fionna's tree house. He wondered about everything; what she was wearing, what she thought of him, and if she even liked him! The bats jittered in his stomach as he neared the door. Before, he could knock Fionna opened the door! She was the most beautiful thing she ever saw!
Her hair shone like the sun, especially when the sun smiled her way and started
Fiolee Fan Fic. Chapter Three
When we arrived at the Candy Kingdom, everybody greeted me but ignored Marshall, which was expected, since he is a vampire. When we got to the palace Prince Gumball was in his lab wearing a lab coat doing...doing maths? He greeted both of us and told us to sit in some chairs in the middle of the room. We both sat down without hesitation and I giggled. What was it going to be this time? He attached these long cord things to our heads and put on some goggles that made his eyes look big. I laughed at him and so did Marshall, and it was almost weird at how in-sync we were. Prince Gumball pushed a button and I didn't feel anything, but Marshall was throwing a fit, hissing and scratching at the cords.
"Oopsies! I forgot." Gumball said, giggling quietly. I suddenly felt really happy for some reason and looked at Marshall as he ripped off the cords.
"Oh Marshall! What a wonderful day huh?" I asked. He looked at me like I was crazy and rubbed his head.
"What the heck Gumbutt? Are you trying to
More Than A MemoryChapter 1
I was gone for two days. Two simple, insignificant days and my world has been completely torn apart. I look at the ground. There is a stone sticking up from it with a red sword punctured in the ground beside it. I almost couldn't read the words through my watering eyes. I didn't believe them. It wasn't even possible in my mind. I trace the letters as I float above the dirt mound. FINN. I break.
"Arhh!" I scream into the night, but no one's there to hear. How could this have happened? I can't keep myself afloat any longer. I land on the mound hard and curl into a ball. I'm completely broken. I never really thought that this could ever happen! Why did I leave? I claw at the dirt, scrunching it all up in my hands and letting it fall back down in clumps.
"Finn " I say through my sobs. "I never got to tell you something, wanna know what it was?" I sit upright and look out into the vast darkness.
"I love you," my voice quivers. I loved you my mind correct
Unwanted (Broken!Cry x Pewdiepie) (Part 2)The next morning he went to the masked man’s house, a fold-up chair under his arm, a book in his hand. Setting up in the masked man’s yard, the man sat down, keeping an eye on the house, while at the same time watching out for people who intended to harm the masked man.
He did the same routine every day for the next two months, never missing a day, not even due to work. He would sometimes chase off those intending to do harm, and other times he would try to start conversations with his masked man, often failing.
By the second month, the masked man began to timidly answer, revealing his name to be Ryan, while the other revealed his as Feliks. One night, Feliks had fallen asleep, waking to find a blanket draped over him.
He smiled, carefully folding the cloth, before leaving it next to the door, calling out he would return. Another day he arrived, and a small plate of food was waiting on his chair. Little things like these would be waiting for him almost every day, and Feliks
Fionna's Decision Chpt.1 Oh my glob. Cake put me in the most ridiculous outfit for my 18th birthday party at Gumball’s castle. It itches.
“Stop scratching yourself Fionna!” Cake yelled while smacking my hand away from my waist. I pout in silence until she was done. I walked in front of our old cracked mirror and was instantly embarrassed. The dress is strapless with blue lining at the bottom. Small, blue roses lined the top of the dress. If I moved an inch, the dress flowed in the direction I went. “Oh hun, you’re lumpin’ gorgeous!” Cake sang with her blue eyes wide and sparkly.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I muttered feeling my face get red. I grabbed my white rabbit hat and stuffed my hair, along with my head, inside of it.
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Sammy looked in the mirror and grinned. This was gonna be sooooooooo easy. He reached down and picked up the scissors he'd taken from Dean's pencil case, the real metal kind, not the silly baby safety scissors his Dad bought him for school. Sammy wasn't a baby anymore, he was six and a half years old, practically seven, definitely old enough to use grown up scissors. He grabbed a lock of his hair and pulled it tau
PewdieCry: Slipping Sanity part 2Summary: Pewdiepie and Cry are stuck in the world of 'Amnesia: The Dark Descent'. Pewdiepie wonders around while utterly lost and a lost Cry utters while lost and wandering.
Warnings: Quite a bit of swearing, mentions and descriptions of death and pain, and the usual insanity. No slash, just a good friendship being put to its limits.
Who knew how time flowed in this torturous place? The only way the blond gamer could tell that even seconds slipped by was the constant flicker of the lantern's flames as the oil slowly burnt away.
It was only as the light began to fade and the walls started to sway that Pewdiepie tipped in a fourth oil pot, biting his lip as he realised that was the final reserve.
The Swede finally came to a stop, his frustration and worry getting the better of him. He leant his back against the wall and slid down it, the lantern placed carefully beside him so that he could place his head in his hands.
One hand felt the broken Cry mask he wore, a single finger traci