the potion

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"yess, it's complete!" he jumped with succession

I glanced over to what looked like purple potion

he pushed the test tube to my mouth. I tightened my lips to refuse it.

"Drink!" he shoved further

"mmmm" where the only words I could say

I opened my mouth which I regretted.

"Gumball your-"

suddenly the potion dripped o

nto my tongue and my mouth quivered, my body went numb.

dizziness surrounded me as if it was half normal but before I knew it.

I was hearing voices. cut her hair! the potion worked master! and laughs

my hair was cut up to my shoulders and my face was wet with sweat, my mouth was dieing for the taste of water.

I felt awake but was asleep, my eyes felt glued shut and refused to open.

"will she be alright?" asked a voice

"I dont know?" said another

faint sighs were coming and going

I moved my fingers creasing the duvet

"hey, look shes waking up!" said the first voice

my eyes finally fluttered open and the first person I saw was Marshall lee then I gazed at the other who appeared to be cake

I rubbed my eyes and my legs felt numb still.

"what- had happened?" I asked with a faint pitch to the end

"Gumward, cut your hair made you drink a potion and you passed out" marshall lee was first to explain

I move my hand to my hair to feel it was short in a bob to my shoulders

"why did he cut my hair?" I was to the point of almost raising my voice

"I dunno, ask him" marshall lee said with sarcasm. I could tell he was giving me the cold shoulder

I jump out of bed but only to fall to the floor. I wince as Marshall lee recovers me. he places me in a wheel chair and when he let go of me I felt his icy hand touch mine.

I stroll out of the nursery where I was put to rest, I enter a big room with a long table lined with pink cloth and chairs were pink to match. I head further down the corror door and wheel down it as fast as I can.

a man with a lab coat walked out of no where and cut off my path it was Gumball.

"what the glob did you do to me?" I panicked

"relax, I'll explain to you just eat something first ok?" he smiles

I pull a face of confusion at him

"fine, but then you promise answers?" I raise a brow

"royal promise" he looked up and down then walked down the corror door path

"follow me, Fionna". I followed

I was in a room quilted with pink Armor, pink swords, pink everything. it was rather trippy.

I pull up my wheelchair accessible to the table and grab a plate with some strawberries, apples and water melon, then I pour myself a cold glass of orange juice with three cold ice cubes the shape of hearts.

"ok you promised, now answers" I say smartly

he sighed getting prepared

"ok, I locked you two up because I knew if I let you to continue kissing him, he would have bitten you, its happened to me before. not necessarily me but to someone important, special" he sighed and grace fully moved his long slim fingers to a necklace around his neck. he opened what appeared to be a locket and looked at it for two minutes and shed a tear.

" I dont want anything to happen to you, Fi" he looked at me with sad eyes

"in the lab, I got a strand of your hair and used it for a potion, as resulted it should work. I cut of more of your hair to use it in future potions, only this one because its a potion of truth, and here,"

Gumball handed me a bottle with a cork top and was labeled 'truth'.

"use it on Marshall lee and ask him a few things come back to me with progress, I need to know, Fionna" he lookes into my eyes and smiled

"why him, cant I do someone else like, Cake?" I panicked, I can't do this to Marshall lee, he to much of a kind guy.

"oh, Fi, I need to know his past, why his power has such a powerful ability, " he breathed out

"its just important, okay?" he glanced at me

"fine, whatever, but it better not kill him!" I say seriously

"it wont, alright" he glanced back at his loket.

I strool back over to the infernery and search for my bag, I grab the potion and examin it, "pssshhh, whatever Gumball" I say under my breath. then I toss it into the bag.

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