Prince of The Nightosphere [FioLee]

*Unofficial* Chapter 2

Knock. Knock.

"Mistress, I bring news from the Nightosphere."

"Come in."

"Mistress, it seems that your fiance had ran away."

"WHAT!!??!??!!?!"

"Some spies from the Kingdom of Ooo had spoted him."

"BRING HIM TO ME AT ONCE. WHEN HE'S CAPTURED, OUR MARRIAGE SHALL COMENCE. NOW BEGONE."

"Yes, Mistress Fantine."

"Did you think you can escape that fast my little...prince? You will soon be mine."

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Third Person P.O.V

"Cake, Fionna, I'm done baking."

"Oh yeah! I'm starving!" Cake exclaimed as she stretched her arms.

"Me too!"

"Race you to the kitchen?" Cake challenged.

"You're on!"

In the end, Cake won because she has stretching powers.

"Fiona..? Why are you so sweaty?"

"Oh, about that, I raced with. Cake to here. Too bad she won."

"Here." Marshall hands Fionna a face towel.

"Huh..?"

"Wipe the sweat off, you'll get sick."

"Thanks." Fionna smiled warmly at the pale boy.

Marshall's P.O.V

Some crumbs are left beside her mouth.. should I tell her-

Ah, her lips are so red.. Urgh, I need to sip blood or an exchange diet for blood.

"Fionna, may I rummage through the refrigator?"

"Sure, bro."

I opened the fridge and found a strawberry drink.

This could work.

"Fionna, may I drink this?"

"Marshall, you don't have to ask permission for everything. Remember, this is your home now. So feel free."

"Thank you."

I immediately drank the strawberry juice.

Gah!! Come on, body, take it!

"Hey, is everything alright? You've been sweating a lot after drinking that juice." Cake said worringly.

"I'm fine-"

CRASH...!

"Marshall! Marshall..!"

"Wake.. up..!-"