Marceline walked through the streets of the still-under-construction Candy Kingdom, her hands in her jacket's pockets and her mouth shut, curved downwards into a frown. Several construction workers dot the streets, putting up walls and buildings. Her mind races as she wonders how best she can break the news to PB. Not paying much attention to her path, she accidentally bumps into one worker. "'Ey!" he grunts.
"Sorry, bud," she quietly apologizes, then sees the princess behind him, welding a piece of electrical equipment to the wall. With a sigh, she walks towards her.
As Bonnibel notices her presence and raises her welding mask, Marceline softly says, "Well, I'm out."
The princess' heart drops as she immediately realizes what the Vampire Queen is talking about; she promised a close friend of several centuries—someone she's known longer than Bubblegum—that she'd move into their apartment building and help them start up a band. "Y-your residency in the Primordial Filth Kingdom? It's today?"
"Yeah." Marceline averts her gaze, trying her hardest to keep her emotions in check. "For six months."
"Oh..." Bonnibel stands up sadly, then puts on a nervous smile. "Well, I'll practically be done with all this when you're back. We can hang out in my cool new kingdom."
She leaned forward and embraced Marceline, who halfheartedly returned the gesture and responded, "Yeah. We'll hang."
Bubblegum wakes up to the sound of an alarm blaring. With a yawn, she checks the monitor: the coolant valve is jammed. "Already?"
She quickly puts on her spacesuit and enters the airlock, sealing the door behind her as she exits the ship. Bright, unadulterated sunlight shines onto her face, sweat instantly rising on her face where it hits, while the flesh in the shadows is cold, even breaking out into occasional goosebumps. With one hand held firmly onto her anchor rope, she moves to the maintenance hatch and pulls it open, then grabs out her tools one at a time, making sure that none of them float away as she begins repairing the coolant systems. "These parts are so finicky... huh?"
About four hundred meters from her current position, she notices an abnormal cluster of space rocks. She quickly repairs the coolant system and climbs back into her ship, then pilots it towards the strange collection of asteroids. She soon notices a pair of leaflans moving them, and immediately assumes they're writing out another insult for her.
Once more disembarking her ship, she spacewalks out to the leaflans, hearing a bit of their conversation.
"Sick," one, a lighter-colored one says. "Very sick."
"Our most cutting yet?" the second, this one darker than the first, responds.
"Princess Chlorophyll will be pleased."
"And Bubblegum's gonna eat stars!"
The lighter one laughs. "I can already see her dumb face." They pose dramatically while doing a very poor imitation of a vaguely-female voice. "It's true... I am so bad!"
"Ha ha, owned."
Bonnibel stops just behind the lighter one, who remains unaware of her presence and continues his mockery. The other one, however, sees her, their face going blank with fear. "Why oh why am I so inferior to the leaflan, despite dedicating my entire idiotic life to 'science'?" He notices his friend's look of shock. "What, is she behind me?"
He smirks and turns around, his eyes shut for the purpose of his joke. "Welcome to space, O' mighty Princess Bubblegum of the dirt crawling—" The lighter leaflan opens his eyes to see the princess floating in front of him, then starts to scream for a brief moment before suddenly exploding, mushy green bits splattering everywhere.
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FanfictionWith the defeat of the vampires, Marceline and Bubblegum seem to be as close as ever. But what happens when a sudden bolt of lightning brings the Vampire Queen as close to death as she can get? How does the princess react to her best friend once mor...
