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Fionna and Marshall Lee - Part 1Fionna's POV
"-Oww! Ice Queen, You can't just throw one of your penguins at me!!!
-I had to throw Gunter! Your fat cat has my tiara!
-I am not fat, shouted Cake.
-Well we wouldn't have your tiara if you hadn't kidnapped Gumball again! Now hand him over or you can say goodbye to your
precious tiara, I pointed to Cake who was hanging her hand out the window with the tiara.
-Okay okay, here, she walked to the back of the room where Gumball was locked up, she pulled an icy key from her pocket and set him free."
Prince Gumball ran over to us ,"Thank you so very much for saving me once again!
-No problem PG, now get on Cakes back."
Cake grew and helped Gumball onto her back. I then climbed on top of cake and threw the Ice Queen her tiara back, "I'll get you back Fionna !" I rolled my eyes and looked away.
As soon as Cake stepped out the window, I felt hands cover my eyes, I didn't panic to much, that touch felt familiar, I know th
Fiolee Halloween Special Part Two Ding dong ding dong , The doorbell rang eerily. I winced and stepped back from the towering house in front of me. I saw Marshall glance back and smile gently.
"It's okay, I'll keep you safe." He coaxed, holding out his hand. I stepped towards him, gingerly at first, but then I ran into his warm embrace, scared out of my mind. He patted my crown, and I felt him grow tense as he heard the door behind him creak open. He turned quickly, and followed his gaze. Nothing was behind the door. And by nothing, I don't mean no one I mean there was simply nothing . Nothing but pitch black darkness at the very least. Marshall said nothing but I stepped forward, trying to ignore my chills.
"Trick or treat." I whimpered, trying to sound brave. I felt Marshall's hand grip my shoulder, but I didn't step back. But I did let out a scared squeak when a wrinkled, shriveled hand grabbed my smooth, young one.
"Simone? Simone is that you? Have you returned to me?" A
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
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