Coffee For Two (FioLee)

Bicerin

The first thing Fionna noticed as she drifted out of the black nothingness was the bubbling sound. The second was the fact that she was hanging in the air and tied to something. The third was the smell of coffee.

"Are you awake yet?" She heard an intercom crackle to life. She opened her eyes. She (and apparently Marshall) were hanging over a vat of boiling coffee while Penelope rested safely behind a glass window, about at their eye-level.
"Usually I don't let girls knock me out until the sixth date." Marshall quipped groggily.

Penelope smirked at them. "Oh, good. I was worried they'd done permanent damage, and then the fun would be lost."
"What's your plan, anyway?" Fionna demanded, struggling. She and Marshall began swinging like a pendulum over the vat below, and Penelope crossed her arms.

"As if I'd tell you." Penelope scoffed. "Although, I'm not going to leave you two alone... and it's not as if I can really share this with a therapist... alright. You two want to know what I'm doing?"
"Among other things." Marshall murmured, resting his head against Fionna's.
"I created a drug that erases your personality completely. It creates the perfect fighter, the perfect soldier, the perfect citizen. No more trauma, no more awfulness... a clean slate. And of course, why not capitalize on it?"

"You're already rich. Why destroy the world over more money?!" Fionna demanded.
"No no no." Penelope clucked. "I'm going to save it. I'm going to erase all the nasty people from the world... I'm sorry, I can only say so much bull before I have to stop. Yeah, there are awful people in the world, and yeah, this is going to fix that, but if I administered it to every asshole, I'd be broke. And yeah, it's not really about the money-- but my guys have to be paid, and this will grant me immunity the world over... and of course, I become the most powerful woman in the world."

"So this is all a power trip?" Marshall asked.
"See, now you're writing me off as a bad person. Well, I'm sorry that I'm not doing this to help the orphans of Burkina Faso or whatever, but the fact remains that sometimes everyone's a little bit selfish. Not only that, but you two are going to stand there... well, hang there... and tell me that you're so much better than me?"
"We aren't erasing the lives of innocent people!" Fionna hissed.

Penelope tapped her finger asked her lips, considering this. "You know, not too many people are complete evil. There's always a redemptive factor. Given this information... am I the only eraser of lives here? After all, you straight up killed people, Ms. Mertons. Even I don't want mass graves. And we can't forget Mr. Abadeer. True, he's the least offensive of the three of us here, but his entire job centered around using people like tissues and then discarding them at a moment's notice. He never loved them, and I'd wager... he never loved you."

"That's a lie!" Marshall growled, struggling. The rope swung lazily in a circle, and Penelope grinned. "Oh? Why not? Agent Mertons here could have been a valuable ally, especially if she actually was working for me. As if you haven't done it before..." Penelope grinned, before stretching her arms out in front of her. "In any case, you were both too involved with each other to see what was going on, and you're going to pay the price now." She switched on a lever in front of her, and the rope slowly began to descend.

"Gumball always told me I'd die because of coffee. I didn't actually believe him." Marshall noted, glancing down at the vat below. "And she was wrong, Fi. I do love you."
"I know." She replied. "And I love you. Which is why... I think we need to swing back and forth."

"To land somewhere other than a vat of coffee?" Marshall grinned. "I like it."
"What are you doing?" Penelope inquired coolly as they began to swing back and forth. "Do you wish to die faster? You're going to break the rope."

"No we're not!" Fionna replied. "We're... gonna... get... out... of here!" On the last word, Penelope clicked a button and they both went flying towards the wall, the detached rope trailing behind them.
Fionna groaned, having taken most of the impact. Marshall pulled them to their feet, and started untying her hands. She returned the favor, and he untied them completely, before giving her a once over. "I think you broke a rib or two... as well as your clavicle, maybe?"

Fionna shook her head. "I'm fine, I'm fine. Just a little banged up."

Penelope clicked another button, and the room flooded with guards. "While we're doing this little 'using the soon to be dead as a therapist' thing... I killed Margaret's husband. And I didn't tell her. She has no idea that I was the one who did it, and she... she can never find out. She's far too important to me for that. ...If you two somehow escape and that comes back around to bite me in the ass, I swear to God I will shoot one of you myself."

Marshall kicked out at a henchman, sending him flying, while Fionna swung one into two more. "I doubt there's much chance of that exact situation coming up." Marshall yelled.
Penelope narrowed her eyes. "I agree... but better safe than sorry. And you two should know, if nothing else... I am a woman of my word. So, I lose Margaret, you lose your little blonde or bruin friend."

With that, she settled back into her chair, watching the chaos below her.