his undead heart

1: bordom is boring

Marshall Lee sat in bed plotting new lyrics for a song. He couldn't think of anything.
Lately he's been a bit lonely and bored. He would have adventures with Fiona and pester the prince from time to time but that wouldn't keep him busy for long.

Fed up with his mind going blank he threw his pencil and pad of paper across the room. Marshall got up and floated over to a pile of clothes, shifting a few around until he found what he was looking for. He put on his protective clothing over his own so he wont burn in the sun. He grabbed his beloved ax and headed out into the daylight.

...

After looking through a few windows Marshall found his beloved ex, who was working on something scientific looking. "Hey gumwad, " the vampire king startled the prince with his presence. "hello Marshall," prince Gumball greeted without sparing a glance to the floating demon above him. "what are you doing?" Marshall asked, hoping the prince would entertain him in his bored state. "I'm gathering data on space so I may go in the future," the prince seem annoyed all of a sudden. "that's cool," Marshall commented innocently. "Don't you have somewhere to be Marshall Lee? I'm alittle busy at the moment...."
"uh..." Marshall really didn't have somewhere to be, he could go to another party or even start one, but he had grown bored of parties. Marshall had stopped doing the things he loves, he no longer spreads havoc around Aaa or in the Nightosphere.

Marshall had grown distant with many, but all assumed it was just Marshall being Marshall. He was always doing something interesting. But really he no longer found joy with anything, could this just be clinical depression or has he realized that his after life was just chaos, and parties? Whatever the case, Marshall no longer wanted to do anything but sleep, and even that bored him. Now his life was just a cycle;
Wake up.
Do nothing.
Eat.
Shower.
Sleep.
Repeat.

But even so Marshall got the memo. "oh yeah thanks for reminding me gumwad," Marshall fibbed and let himself out, head hanging low. Looks like he'll have to see what Fiona was up to.

...

"Hey Fiona," Marshall said once he burst into her tree house. "oh Hey Marshall, what's up?" Fiona looked up from her videogame match with cake, after she paused it. "nothing much, just seeing what your up to," Marshall glanced at BMO as cake shot a glare at him. "oh just a videogame marathon, why? did you want to adventure with me?" Marshall looked down, he was hoping that she would go on a radical adventure. "maybe another time Marshall Lee, today it's just me and cake," "it's fine fi..." and with that he gave up on finding entertainment and went home to his cave.

On his way home Marshall started thinking, he didn't want to just be a bad boy...he wanted to be more than that. He wanted to be scary, he wanted to keep to himself, he wanted to keep just writing poems and music. Once Marshall got home he threw his ax at a wall, then he grabbed scissors and went up to his room. He stood in front of his mirror and started cutting away at his black locks. Marshall Lee combed his hair to get rid of loose hairs and then put his newly cut bangs over his right eye. He was most satisfied with his new self cut hairdo. Marshall then took all his clothes and dumped it on the floor. He tried to put together a outfit to best fit his new style. He found a few graphic tees, skinny jeans,sweaters and alot of accessories like chokers, gloves, rings and earrings.
After putting a outfit together and trying it on, Marshall was content with it. He wore a black tee with a picture of a human heart with pins in it, black skinny jeans, a gray zip up hoodie, black and white stripped gloves, some wristbands around each arm, chains and a overuse of black eyeliner on his bottom eyelids. He wanted to add more, it didn't feel complete. But Marshall didn't want to over do it. He started ordering his clothes, flannels and such in one place, clothes that fit his new style in another, and everything else was thrown in the closet. Marshall Lee felt new, better, happier.

Marshall looked in the mirror, studying his outfit. He was pleased to look this good. He looked out the window into the night, tonight he wanted to see if he could scare the candy kingdom with his newly found handsomeness.

Marshall felt alive.
Marshall felt lonely.
Marshall was reborn.

Marshall turned emo.