Forever With Me《Marcelee》

Chapter 33

(MARSHALL'S POV)

"Marshall... Marshall..."

I opened my eyes. Everything was blurry. "Marceline..?"

My vision adjusted. It was just mom calling me. "Mom... why are you here?" I muttered raspily. I woke up to a pounding headache. I had fallen asleep in the bathroom. I weighed my elbow against the cold tiles and pushed myself up. Schwabl jumped off my lap and silently left the bathroom.

There it goes again. I slumped on the ceramic sink and threw up.

"Glob, look at you! You're a mess!" She exclaimed. I just listened to her babbling while I stared at the sink, bending down, leaning my forearms on the sink. I wiped my mouth with the back of my palm as I slowly stood up.

"Marshall," she croaked.

"What... what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice husky. I staggered out of the bathroom, leaving her behind.

"I heard about what happened to Marceline," she spoke from behind me. I turned to looked at her upon hearing her words, but I turned back and continued floating towards the dining table. Of course she would know.

I don't know what to do with her watching. I just leaned my side against the back of a chair, head down, back towards her. "You shouldn't be drinking these, you can't digest it," she said.

"I know." I know. But I have nothing else to make me forget about all these, even just for a while.

Blue light suddenly bathed the room. I turned around and mom already left. I sat down on the chair and slumped on the table.

Not for long, she came back as I felt her touch on my shoulder. I sat up to see her carrying two packs of bottles. She placed them on the table in front of me.

Blood?

"They're spiked. Drink these instead of those. But don't binge," she instructed. She pulled one chair beside me by its back, the sound of its dragging on the floor pierced my ears and made me cringe. She sat down.

"Marshall, you'll be living here alone now that Marceline's... gone," she had to mention tactlessly.

"Don't you have things to do?" I dodged the subject. She sighed.

"Marshall, just come back home. There's nothing else left for you here."

I just stared at the space on the table in front of me. There's nothing for me in the Nightosphere either. "I'll wait for you to come home, Marshall," she spoke.

I didn't answer. But she continued.

"I understand that you need time alone for now, and I respect that," she stated. "Just come home when you're ready."

She pushed her chair back, the dragging once again piercing my ears. Her heels clicked on the floor as she walked to the portal which she manipulated to appear in front of her. She disappeared and so did the portal. The house was now dark again.

What do I do now? I just can't accept what happened.

I opened one bottle and chugged down. This is better. I guzzled it up. This tastes so good. I finished four bottles.

I should go to the Land of the Dead and ask Death to bring Marcy back.

My vision became blurry, my knees were weak. I struggled to stand up, leaning my hand against the table for support. I floated and made my way out of the house, another bottle in my hand. I staggered to Gumball and Bonnibel's wood cabin. It was already dark. My head was pounding.

I began pounding on the door. "Open uuuuup!" I slurred. "Opeen!"

The door opened, I saw pink. I couldn't make out who it was. "Marshall! Glob, you've had too much!" The voice was feminine. I was pulled into the room. I slumped into a soft couch.

(PRINCESS BUBBLEGUM'S POV)

"Where's Peppermint Butler? Where is he?" Marshall slurred. I looked at him with corncern, and I looked at Gumball.

"Why are you looking for him?" Gumball asked sternly.

"I-I need toooo... go to the Land of the Dead. I need to talk to Death."

No. "You can't," I said sternly as Peppermint Butler came in. Marshall snapped his head to his direction. "Hey! You... you know Death, right?" He slurred. "Yes?" Peppermint answered. "I want to talk to him," Marshall replied, closing his eyes. "I'll bring Marcy baaack!"

"Death doesn't accept small bargains anymore. If you want something from him, he'll give it but in exchange for your life, or immortality," Peppermint explained.

"You're not going in there," I scowled at Marshall. "Whyyyy?!" He complained.

"Marshall, you're just drunk!" Gumball blurted.

"I swear to drunk I'm not Glob!" Marshall yelled lousily as he stood up and smashed the empty bottle to the floor. He snatched Peppermint with both his hands, carrying him to his height.

"Take me there or I'll drain the red out of ya," Marshall growled as he looked at Peppermint with his demon eyes. Peppermint yelped in fear, squirming under his grip.

"No, Peps, don't do it!" I disagreed.

Peppermint Butler reached inside his coat. "Get away from me, you demon-vampire!" He hollered and threw cloves of garlic to Marshall's face. Marshall hissed in pain as his skin started forming blisters. He dropped Peppermint and covered his face with his hands. This bought Peps the time to run away from him. Marshall's skin healed.

"That little piece of sh-"

"Marshall, calm down!" Gumball cut him off and blocked him from chasing after Peps. "Marshall, this doesn't solve anything. Marcy would want you to stay and live on. Please don't do this."

I looked down upon hearing Marcy's name. Tears brimmed in my eyes but I didn't want them to fall.

"Just take him home," I told Gumball. He nodded, despite knowing that Marshall is a dangerous guy to have around when drunk. He walked out of the house, Marshall's arm around his nape, and I followed them out of the house. Gumball sat Marshall in the front seat of the car and closed the door. He ran around to the driver's seat.

"Be careful!" I shouted to him from the door. "I will," he smiled before shutting the door close and driving to Marshall's house.

I was left alone in the cabin with Peppermint hiding somewhere around here. I sighed as I sat down the couch.

Marcy...