The gun was exactly the way it should be, cool and heavy and natural just like a guitar perhaps, but the gun was not the point. The gun was an atavism, the gum was humankind's Philosopher's stone and Marceline obviously was neither. Bonnie said, "I'll be the one who puts you in the ground," with her softest voice but first of all, she lied 'cause it'll probably be Peppermint and she'll only kiss her goodbye, and secondly she never meant, "I'm gonna put you in the ground in a couple of days". More like, "Many years later and I don't wanna take any guesses about the numbers". That's why the gun was needed.

So, she said, "Come on, we have a king to kill," and told Finn and Jake to have some more fun with Moon's Pearls while she and Marceline go for a little hunt, you know, just to check how things are in the woods; things were rainy, the pine smelled almost primal like woods one thousand years ago where humans' scent was fresh yet fleeting. Was Marcy fresh again?

They tented up. The silence seemed calming and right.

Bonnie sipped some apple cinammon tea (a bagged one) and was happy to share, in fact she knew something like that will happen so she made the tea quite neutral, almost sugar-free. She liked feeding Marceline just the way she enjoyed to eat: she brought her many lipsticks before, she brings her snacks now, but this time was different. Bonnie looked at the sugar cubes. Bonnie remembered people die of diabetes.

It felt wrong.

"Looks nice. Lighter, I think. Gives you more freedom, huh?"

She looked at the way Marcy's hair barely touched her shoulders, she looked at her troubled face, her neck without any bites, her differently sad eyes and tried to forget about her last dream. Not about "nice and pink" part, though it's not the right time for such matters.

Sigh.

"Don't wanna be a pain in the ass but you won't have any freedom if we, well, won't kill that dude. And that's kinda... your thing? I mean I can come up with some kind of plan if you want me to, I'm here to help, but you were quite enthusiastic about doing it earlier, and now you're... not."

The gun was needed.

"What do we do next, Marceline?"

[icon]http://forumuploads.ru/uploads/0019/e7/78/1513/t701589.png[/icon][lz]This is today. A can experiment is that which makes a town, makes a town dirty, it is little please. We came back. Two bore, bore what, a mussed ash, ash when there is tin. This meant cake. It was a sign.[/lz][status]they were growing too tall[/status][nick]P.B.[/nick]

Отредактировано Princess Bubblegum (2020-10-10 16:01:27)

Killing is simple.

Killing is simple like cutting off newborn candies' legs with rusty scissors, like making candies just to cut off legs, like being a rainy day that suddenly becomes all sunny not caring about the vampire who didn't take an umbrella with her because she only wanted to see at least some kind of daylight. Maybe the vampire wouldn't mind.

It's funny. How many did she kill? How many Marcy did. Was she supposed to?

It comes in circles; Finn steps on ants and swallows little flies at night, Marceline puts stakes in little shriveled hearts of those who stalked her kind, then they're her kind too, then Finn steps on ants and swallows little flies.

"Oh I'm... glad you're having fun digesting. I heard people love doing that?"

It wasn't ironic even.

Marceline sighed and floated closer and Bonnie saw there was no freedom in her haircut but goose bumps on her shoulders; maybe it was too cold considering she wore a crop top, maybe she just didn't get used to feeling so alive. Maybe that's how mortals experience their fear. She crossed her arms. Bonnie put her hand on her shoulder.

"I know how scary it may be but isn't it all about not doing it like the last time? You've been through so many things Marcy, heavy things, like, uh-h, real heavy stuff. And I think- no, I know you've learned enough to do whatever you feel like doing now. If you feel like you should slay that blood-sucking psycho you certainly will. And I'll be with you. And then we'll have a nice sleepover- no, a party! You can have parties now. And you can digest some good digesting material. Okay?"

She stroked her cheek just like before, when it's all started, and made a tsk-tsk with her other hand.

Being optimistic is important when your friend decides to refuse her immortality. Isitsuicidal?

It started to rain. The tent sagged just a bit, then

[indent] there was a scream outside, a deep and low one, more of a cry perhaps; Bonnie  flinched and turned her head towards it, her face changed.

"Oh Glob, how many evil dudes can gather at one globdamn forest?", she fairly hissed and took her gun.

"Wait a sec Marcy, brb."

She didn't hear the answer. Her heart, or something heart-like inside her gum got goose bumps too; there was a danger in the woods and it was safer for Marcy to stay inside, to stay at home, to live her quiet little life Glob she's got so little left how can she wait for her to pass how can she act like that all those future years

She didn't have to run for long. Big trees aside she saw a tall tough man of lion-like appearance and froze. It was him, the King, it couldn't be anyone else; she didn't know what to do: she hated him, she was afraid of him, she wanted to punish him for everything he did to Marceline, she wanted to thank him for it too and maybe ask to do it again.

So she stood still.

She clutched her gun.

The King digged four holes in the ground; he holded a silly hat, a diamond, a tasteless coat and a pearl in his hands.

He looked dumb.

He cried again, he looked grieving.

He had no tears.

[icon]http://forumuploads.ru/uploads/0019/e7/78/1513/t701589.png[/icon][lz]This is today. A can experiment is that which makes a town, makes a town dirty, it is little please. We came back. Two bore, bore what, a mussed ash, ash when there is tin. This meant cake. It was a sign.[/lz][status]they were growing too tall[/status][nick]P.B.[/nick]

Отредактировано Princess Bubblegum (2020-10-15 21:13:54)