Betty leaves Ice King and becomes a lesbian

betrayal, pain, anguish

The Land of Ooo was buzzing like the latest TikTok trend. Princess Bubblegum and Betty Grof's wedding had everyone talking, but not everyone was in a celebratory mood. Especially not Marceline, the Vampire Queen. She had been off in the Nightosphere when she got the news, and when she returned to the Candy Kingdom, it was clear she wasn't vibing with the new power couple.

Marceline stormed into the throne room, her eyes blazing with a mix of hurt and anger. "PB, what the sigma is this? You went and got hitched without even telling me?"

Princess Bubblegum, who was discussing some royal business with Peppermint Butler, looked up, surprised. "Marceline, it's not like that. I—"

"Not like that? You married Betty! Betty! How is that not like that?" Marceline's voice was shaking, a mix of pain and betrayal lacing her words. She looked around, noticing that everyone was suddenly very interested in what was going down.

Betty, who was standing nearby, tried to step in. "Marceline, I didn't mean to—"

"Save it, Betty," Marceline snapped. "This is between me and Bonnibel. You've already got the dub, so don't act like you're trying to keep the peace now."

Princess Bubblegum sighed, her hands up in a calming gesture. "Marcy, it's complicated. I didn't mean for things to get like this, but Betty and I—"

"Complicated? No, Bonnibel, this is simple. You ghosted me and then went and married someone else! How's that for complicated?"

Marceline's emotions were all over the place, a storm that had been brewing for too long. She was hurt, confused, and more than anything, she felt like she had just taken the biggest L of her life. She couldn't hold it in any longer. Dropping to her knees in the middle of the throne room, she let out a scream that echoed off the candy-coated walls, "WHAt tHE SIGMA!"

The room went dead silent, everyone too stunned to speak. That's when the Ice King, who had somehow slipped into the castle unnoticed, popped up, munching on a bucket of popcorn he'd brought with him. "Yeah, that's not cool, man," he said, his voice cutting through the tension like a laser sword in a battle royale.

Every single person in the room turned to stare at him, jaws dropping. Ice King looked around, clearly confused. "What? What'd I say?"

Betty facepalmed, shaking her head while PB pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to process the absurdity of the situation. Marceline just glared at him, too stunned to even respond.

The silence hung in the air like the awkward pause after a failed meme, but the real tension was still between Marceline and Princess Bubblegum. Marceline stood back up, her eyes locking with PB's. "This isn't over, Bonnibel. You think you can just throw me aside like some NPC? Nah, we're gonna settle this."

PB squared her shoulders, not backing down. "I'm not throwing anything aside, Marceline. But we both need to figure out what this means—what we mean."

The room was thick with drama, the kind that would make any streamer's reaction go viral. No one moved, no one even dared to breathe too loudly. The tension between Marceline and Princess Bubblegum was more than just a beef—it was an epic clash of emotions, with years of history behind it.

As the argument reached its peak, Marceline's fists clenched, and PB's eyes narrowed. The whole room felt like it was on the edge of a cliff, waiting for something—anything—to break the stalemate.

But then, right before anything could happen, the doors to the throne room burst open again, and in walked Finn and Jake, completely oblivious to the situation. "Yo, did we miss something?" Jake asked, holding a stack of board games under one arm.

"Yeah, what's with the Ohio-level vibes in here?" Finn added, looking around at the frozen faces.

Princess Bubblegum and Marceline didn't even look at them. Their focus was entirely on each other, the tension still building, thick and heavy like a storm cloud about to burst.

Everyone around was in an antibazinga mood, and it felt like an argument would break out at any second. the silence in the cold room was deafening, and everyone involved could hear their own heart pounding like a drum.