A hidden kindness

Looking for answers

Fionna's POV~~

The first thing I felt when I woke up was beyond anything I've ever experienced in my whole 17 years of living.  My head was on fire and had a heartbeat of it's own.

"aaaAHHH! Oh my glob my head hurts." I yelled in the red satin pillow that laid beneath my head. Wait.

Red satin?

I quickly sat up, but realized that was a mistake and rubbed my forehead. Sheesh how much did I drink last night? I shivered and looked at what I was wearing. A black kiss t shirt. Just the t shirt.

"How much did I drink last night!?" I whispered-shouted. How did I get into this? Why... why am I at Marshalls house? Did we... no...

I slowly stood up, and wrapped a red furry blanket around me with my one good arm. I made my way to the bathroom, keeping one hand on the wall to keep from falling over. I had a massive hangover. Should've asked what was in those drinks...

When I reached the bathroom the mirror was the first thing in view. And with the mirror, came with a reflection. My cringe worthy, bedraggled, and hung over reflection.

Faster than you could say bacon pancakes, I stripped off my clothes-or what was left of it anyways- and stepped in the shower. I turned it on to hot and immediately felt relaxed. All the grogginess washed off my body and was replaced by a soothing calmness.
The shampoo smelled like strawberries.

Mmm... strawberries. Strawberries remind me of Marshall.

Marshall. MARSHALL.

Right when his name registered in my head, a million thoughts were swimming through my head as I scrubbed the smell of alcohol and cigarettes out of my hair.

Where is he?

Did we sleep together?

What did we do at the rave?

How did we end up in his house?

I vaguely remember being carried out by a vampire... named... Alec? Allen?
Oh well. That was yesterday. I wonder where Marshall is...

20 minutes later, I'm out of the bathroom and drying my hair. The house is still quiet and I'm still thinking about Marshall and where he could be.
But for now, I'm hungry. And I'm in the need for pancakes.

Marshalls POV~~

"Argh." I grunt as I swing my axe bass at one eyed ogre. The ogre tried to block it with its arm but it only lead to getting its arm chopped off. He screamed and held its arm. I winced as I remembered Fionna and her having only one arm too. Gumball said he'd have her new one ready in a few days, but it seems like it's been weeks.

"ARGHH!" The ogre tried to swing its only good arm at me, but I swiftly dodge it, making the arm swing into the trees and get stuck. I took the moment to fly up to his eye and take a swing at it. As I started flying, the ogre tried to get away by leaning backwards, causing me to fly even more.

Just a little bit more... and... swing!

But before my axe could make contact to his eye, I was swallowed by the damned thing.

Does he not know I'm the vampire king?

I smirk as I zoom up its throat, and through his skull, splitting it in half. I pump my fist in triumphant.

"Now, to the Nightosphere." I say to myself.

I was planning on making a portal at my cave, but that would make a lot of noise and wake up Fionna. So I had to fly out to the woods and make one but was interrupted by a globbing ogre.