Bonnibel&Marceline

Chapter 1: The Zipper

Bonnibel's P.O.V

I sighed closing my door on Peppermint Butler not wanting to hear any more questions on how I was feeling or if I needed anything else for the rest of my night beside the bottle of plum wine I carried in. Of course, I wasn't fine I was at best annoyed. I threw a party to celebrate my newest creation and the one person I wanted to see didn't bother to respond to me in the last few weeks.

I put down my wine and glass cup onto the vanity before walking towards the closet, not bothering to turn the lights on. I was feeling a slight ache in the back of my head from the drinks I already had downstairs throughout the party. Reaching the doors to the closet, I reach behind me stretching my fingers towards the zipper silently frustrated at the simple task. I had enjoyed seeing my friends tonight and I won't deny that I didn't have a good time but it was still in the back of my mind an idea sitting for an answer since the event had started. Was Marceline going to appear tonight?

I finally get a tiny grip on the little metal behind me when I hear a low whistle tune sounding from my window causing me to freeze. My room was based on the third floor, making the possibilities between getting abducted or getting a visit a fifty-fifty chance that I wasn't in the mood to deal with either at the moment. I quickly stop and turn around, creeping over to my door and waiting for my eyes to properly identify the black figure leaning into the room.

"Hey Bonnibel, have you seen a ghost lately?" came the voice from the woman I was just thinking about. Once fully inside marceline floats next to my wine bottle and lands on the floor with a light thud giving me a half-grin. My heart beats loudly in my chest and I suck a small breath in quickly memorizing the image of her into my memory. I haven't seen her in almost three weeks and though she informed me she was leaving for only two weeks there hadn't been a word from her trip. It was a small relief to see that she looked to be okay at least, no physical scars were present and her hair wasn't shaved off. Instead, it was a few inches longer officially below her butt, and styled in her usual natural dark waves.

I cross my arms over my chest and give her a pointed look, remembering why there was still a heavyweight over my shoulders. "More like a dead girlfriend."

"Okay woah Bonnie, I was just making a joke." marceline says raising her hands in small surrender.

"Well I'm being serious right now Marcy," I say walking closer to her and observing the way her dark emerald eyes slowly looked over my figure before returning up to my eyes. She gave me a nod and a small smile before leaning on the vanity and reaching over toward the wine.

"Where and what's happened to you these last few weeks?" I ask unwrapping my arms from my chest and choosing to stand along the side of my bed frame that was nearby. Marcy was always so nonchalant when it came to everything I wouldn't put it past her to give me a vague answer.

Marceline puts the bottle to her lips and takes a large sip from the sweet wine before putting it back down. She looks up at me with a light blush starting to show over her porcelain white-gray complexion.

"Well I went to the Moutain Kingdom as I planned but when I finally went to exchange my alligator tears for the rock-infused guitar strings some snowstorm rolled in and forced everyone to find shelter indoors." I nod my head a bit for encouragement intrigued to hear what happened next. " I found a small bed inn where I stood waiting out the first few days of the storm. I carried a few red bags with me but by the third day I wanted to leave that tiny overstuffed inn so bad I said screw the storm and left."

I shake my head at her as she gives me a chuckle, nodding her head the opposite of me. "yup, I completely tossed out logic and let my inner id take over me. I shape-shifted into a wolf and ran down the mountains till I was blazing through the snow so fast I didn't have enough time to see the mountain goat. He must have felt me coming cause I felt his twisted large horns before the continuous roll down the ground. It took a few more days to heel my broken ribs in wolf form but I eventually made my way over to a village and got more help. " Marcy says rubbing the back of her neck for a moment before shrugging.