Just a Bit Sweeter

The Lonely Prince

Gumball had thrashed around Marshall's cold and empty house, crying over anything that reminded him of his lost king for what seemed like hours. "P-Please come back!" He cried out to no one, his face wet with a fresh stream of tears, and there was sadly no responce. Gumball shakily stood, grabbing the marker Marshall had used, and drew a messy face. Doucing it in the juices, he yelled out "Let me see Marshall!" then silence settled in again, his attempt failing. "I want to see him!" He cried out, pounding his fists on the wall. But there was no portal, no voice, no Marshall.

Upset, Gumball cleaned up the mess he had made, maybe a little too much. He dusted, mopped, made the bed, did and folded laundry... all out of his undying love for his king. "Oh..." He mumbled as he found a picture frame. Marshall and him looked so handsome in their suits, the vampire's appearance was a mixture of unbelievably sexy and mature, an appearance he missed. As he looked at the image, he could feel the hot tears behind his eyes. "Why did I have to d-do that..." He whispered, setting the frame on the table. Gumball looked around the now neat and tidy house, knowing he's stayed way past his welcome.

The walk home was long and depressing, with the occasional breakdown from Gumball. His knees and palms were covered in grass and dirt by the time he entered the castle. "My prince, are you well?" Pepper asked worriedly when she saw him, almost dropping her feather duster. "I-I'm fine! I just want Marshall!" He yelled as he bolted upstairs, tears streaming down his face again. He felt like a teenager who got stood up at some pathetic dance. Gumball angrily stripped his clothes, throwing them onto the floor around him. He ran his hands over his bare body, still imagining Marshall's hands holding him. He missed him so much, even though it had only been a few hours. Just the fact that they were fighting made it feel like they had been apart for days, and made it hurt that much much more. He felt around under his pillow until he reached the stupid shirt Marshall had gotten him with the logo of a band he had never heard of. That was the day he had realized his crush, but denied it with everything he had. "I love you so much, Ma-Marshall..." He said, slipping the shirt over his head. Pepper opened the door and walked in, a tray of freshly baked cookies in her hands: comfort food. "Sir, Tree Trunks had made these for you..." She said in a soothing tone, walking over to the bed he was in. Gumball's eyes were closed, he was sniffling quietly. "I'll... leave these here. You eat them when you want." She whispered, starting towards the door.

But Gumball didn't eat that day, or that night.

"He hasn't eaten anything in five days, except for small meals I force feed him." Pepper said, vacuuming the halls as Fionna and Flame Prince followed. "Is he sick?" The human asked, glancing at his closed door. "No, he's been heartbroken by that damn vampire!" She cried, throwing her hands into the air. "They broke up?" Flame Prince asked, raising an eyebrow. Pepper shook her head with a heavy sigh, cleaning the floor. "I have no idea what's between them right now, but he's depressed and fragile and that's all that matters." He nodded slowly, holding Fionna's gloved hand, and glanced at the door. "Probably can't even protect himself." He mumbled, shifting. "The prince is being heavily guarded." Pepper said, and Flame's gaze dropped. "We can guard him!" Fionna said, pumping her fist into the air. Pepper reluctantly nodded, turning off the machine. "I suppose so, yes..." She said with a sigh.

"I suppose so." Prince Gumball mocked from inside his bedroom, sticking out his tongue. His hair was messy and unwashed, as was his body. He hadn't gotten out of bed unless it was for a washroom break which, with his new diet, wasn't often. "Prince Gumball, you have visitors, shall I send them in?" Pepper asked, knocking gently on the door. "No, no way. Not seeing anyone unless it's Marshall." He responded, leaning back and closing his eyes.

"It's been almost a week..." Pepper whispered, walking away from his door. "I don't think Marshall Lee is coming back, but the poor prince won't accept that." Fionna leaned on the wall, nodding. "Well, can't you access the Nightosphere?" The maid shot up her head, eyes wide. "I shall not encourage their ridiculous relationship. Marshall Lee has broken his heart and I refuse to patch this up for him!" She said in a quiet yell, gathering her cleaning tools as she began to walk downstairs. "Prince Gumball is just caught up in this action, and the filthy things that demon is teaching him." She said, and Flame Prince's head shot up. "I'm sure he'll get over this silly little romance soon enough." She said, putting the supplies away. "I thought you were okay with PG being gay." Fionna said, slightly confused. Pepper sighed, closing her eyes as she crossed her arms over her chest. "I do, I accept his sexual orientation, but he's so young... and I'm afraid he's making rushed decisions." She said, looking up at the two. "Marshall Lee is such a crude man, I just wished he was more gentle and kind. Better for Gumball." Fionna shrugged, slouching. "Marshall's cool, I mean, I think he treats Gumball just fine." She said, earning a jealous flare from Flame Prince. "You should chill about them, I think they're fine." She nodded, leaning back on the wall.

The couple of king and prince weren't fine. Not now, at least.

Short chapter, sorry, but this was last minute! Hope you enjoyed! Vote and comment, it helps a lot!