Dimensional Love

Chapter 10

“No… No…”

The Ice Queen’s gigantic claws reached out towards me as I screamed. She threw me into a cage of ice and forced me to watch as she ate Gumball, and blew a bubble with his face on it.

The bubble hissed at me.

I jolted awake and sat up in bed, covered in sweat. I regarded the clock on the wall that read 10:03am.

“That was some nightmare…” I said, getting up. How come Willis didn’t wake me up?

I got dressed with my usual attire of a black and white plaid shirt, navy blue jeans, and purple boots. Perhaps I’ll go find the butler?

I made my way to the ice-covered dining room to see Willis complaining as he cleaned.

“Need some help?” I asked, kicking a shard of ice across the floor.

“The princess isn’t supposed to do any work.” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes. “Will you get past that?”

He chuckled to himself. “I can’t help it, Alison. You and the prince get along swimmingly. What shall your new royalty title be? Princess Bubblegum? No, too cliché.”

“Don’t make me eat you.” I glared.

“The conversation in front of your bedroom door was quite adorable.” He sneered.

“Willis! You were eavesdropping?!”

“I’m the butler, it’s my job.”

I groaned. “Do you need help or not?”

“No, I’m almost done.”

I scanned the room that was still full of ice; he doesn’t seem almost done. I leaned on a block of ice on the wall.

“So how did the date with Fionna go?”

Willis suddenly grew silent, as he stopped cleaning.

“Terrible.”

“Terrible? What ha-“

He broke into a panic. “I-I was lacking in humorous conversation starters, a-and I used the incorrect fork for the appetizer! I also brought no attention to raising my pinky for the tea! By the time I noticed it was halfway through the meal course, and-”

I giggled. “Willis! Girls don’t care about that stuff! Only fancy old ladies do.”

“Are you positive?”

“Completely. I’m sure it went fine.” I smiled. “Geez Willis, I didn’t know you could get nervous like that.” I said with a smirk.

“Why don’t you go see what your husband- I mean, the prince is doing?” He sneered.

I poked his chocolate head and left the messy room to find Prince Gumball.

I couldn’t- no. I can’t be with Gumball. There’s nothing wrong with the guy, it’s just… He’s made of gum. It wouldn’t work.

Um… Would that be considered racism?

I walked past the kitchen where clamorous noises were emanating. Sounds like pots and pans being clashed about.

“Leave at once you pest! My pastries will burn!”

“Oh, BOO HOO, your majesty!”

I quickly swung open the kitchen door to see Gumball and Marshall Lee, covered in batter.

“What’s going on in here?!”

The kitchen was covered in flour and batter, with utensils lying everywhere. A burnt smell was pouring from the oven.

“How many times have I told you you’re not welcomed in my kingdom!” Gumball was swinging his frying pan at Marshall Lee, like he was a mouse.

“I’m a king! I outrank you! I do what I want!” Marshall said as he dodged the swings.

“Stop fighting, already!”

Marshall sneered, as Gumball glared. “Hey Alison, want to see more of Aaa? How ‘bout the Nightosphere?” He began to pick me up with his batter-covered hands.

“W-What are you-?” BANG! My question was interrupted when Gumball hit him flat on the head with his pan, and the vampire sat me down.

In response, Marshall Lee turned himself around and hissed at the prince, in which Gumball shrieked.

“Just leave already! All you’re causing is trouble!”

“Fine! I don’t even want to be in your stupid Candy Kingdom!” He hastily opened an umbrella and flew out of the nearest window.

Gumball sighed. “I apologize for that ruffian’s behavior.”

“Don’t apologize, it’s not your fault.”

“Oh, you have some batter on your over shirt.”

“Eh, I’ll give it to Willis later.” I unbuttoned the plaid shirt and held it in my arms, revealing the black tank top underneath. “He can wash it, right?”

The prince blushed. “…Gumball?”

“Sorry, what?”

I giggled. “Never mind. Hey, has Willis been ‘teasing’ you at all?”

“Hmm… Now that you mention it, I do believe the old man has.”

“Old man? Isn’t he our age?”

“Uh, most of my butlers have been of the elder status. It is what I’m used to calling them.”

He nervously smiled and changed the subject.

“So about last night-“

My attention turned towards the black smoke filling the room “Gumball! The oven!”

Gumball’s skin changed from dark pink to pale, as his pupils shrank.

“MY CREAMPUFFS!”