Bonnibel&Marceline

Chapter 3: Marceline's Cave

Marceline's P.O.V

I stared up into the ceiling above my cave while I back floated in the small lake behind my house at peace. The ceiling lit up in neon blue lights by the countless years of glow worms that had hatched and spun glowing strings along the ceiling giving a dim light for the caves at night. It was silent besides the whispering winds that came from the entrance of the cave, the sun's warmth slowly dying out and taking its light. I take a deep breath and submerge myself under the water, the lake was at best 5 feet and when my ass hits the floor I pull my legs toward me and hold them. I open my eyes and look above me through my dancing dark strands, and towards the rippling water. It disorients the blue lights above me but never dims their brightness, and as I continued holding my breath below the water for a minute I marveled over their existence and if there was anyone besides me and my few friends who have happened to see their gleam.

Kicking off from the floor of the lake I break through the surface of the water and push back the hair from my face before swimming over towards the dock leading to my backyard. I reach the railings and grasp them just as a grip latches onto my right ankle and tugs hard. My heart jumps to my throat and I squeeze my grip on the railings hissing at the unidentified grip surprised and angry for such a rude intrusion. A second pull much stronger than the first sends me back into the water with a quick gasp of air before I feel a heavyweight spread from my ankle up to my torso pushing me down deeper in the water. I struggle against the weight on me just as the thing wrapped something around my throat hard, my hands reach to my neck in hopes of ripping the hold instead they pass through water before touching my exposed neck. Panicked and confused I kick off the ground and swim in the direction where I see a shining light only to bump my head against a hard blurry surface. I shake my head still under the water and quickly bang my fist along the blurry ice surface blocking me and making my lungs start to tighten in fear.

I focus my energy on my right fist as it banged on the glass above me again and watched it crack the ice finally on its third try. Giving another concentrated punch I feel my hand fly through the ice and reach out towards the frozen ground, desperately I push my other arm through the broken ice and grasp the surface before pulling my body half out of the frozen lake panting in desperation. " What the h-!" I yell before the grip returns and plunges me back into the dark water, suffocating me with air bubbles escaping my lips.

Jerking up in my bed I clutch my hand over my heart and sit up gasping for air and scanning the darkroom around me. Spotting my bass ax leaning against my bedside table next to me I stare intensely at the instrumental weapon as I try and calm my heart down from the nightmare that had corrupted my sleep. No one was holding me down, nobody was wishing malicious death upon me and nobody was going to harm me I had to remind myself. After a few seconds of listening around me, I release a small groan and bury my head between my pillows. Feeling my nerves settle down after some time a quick shiver flows down my back from my cold sweat and I slowly get up and make my way over to the bathroom.

After showering and throwing on my red sports bra with dark denim overalls I float downstairs and into my kitchen, avoiding my eyes from the window overlooking my backyard. I open the fridge door and pull out a bowl of red fruit eagerly happy. As I grab the first strawberry and place it into my mouth a mini rumble shakes the house causing me to go on alert and put the bowl back down before quickly flying to the front door. Just as I reached for the handle the sound of rocks falling down was heard from behind me and I turn around, my eyebrows forwarding at the familiar sounds of screams, and raising hot temperature pouring into the room.

In an instant, my demonic father appeared in front of me in his usual black silk suit and red tie. Hunson Abadeer wasn't just any old demonic individual, he was the demonic ruler of the Nightosphere and he was currently taking off his tailored suit jacket and handing it to a red short demonic female who appeared from the smoke that was disappearing back into the ground.