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Giving a mental middle finger to his inhibitions, Marshall-lee reached out for Fionna but stopped when he heard the front door open and slam shut. He quickly leaned back as a panicky ball of fluff shot into the room and rammed into Fionna, all worried, relieved limbs and fur. Cake looped her front legs around Fionna multiple times and rubbed her face against Fionna's cheek.
' Oh. My. Grob, Fionna. I have been literally worried sick about you!' Fionna accepted her embrace without protest or fear, a fact that Marshall-lee found hard not to notice. But it didn't bother him that much. Judging by what Fionna had said, whoever had attacked her had been male, and as she didn't remember exactly what had happened, she probably had some sort of psychological junk that made her dislike guys. Just his luck.

' Hey Cake, we should probably let Fionna get some sleep. She's had a long night.' Marshall-lee said clearly, looking at Cake meaningfully. Cake quickly caught on and gave Fionna one last squeeze. Fionna appeared reluctant to be let go by the cat, a fact that only hurt Marshall's already wounded pride even more. Eventually, Cake got her into a comfortable position and she and Marshall-lee both left the room as Fionna settled down to sleep.
' Okay Mar-mar, what was she like when you found her?' Marshall barely noticed the hated nickname, struggling with too many intense emotions at once to even care.
' She was alone, she's been bleeding, she didn't have her bag or her underwear and she thinks she was cursed or something by whoever it was that did this to her.' Cake appeared greatly confused by the summary she had just received.
' So.. wait, what?'
' Look, you're not gonna like what I'm about to say, but you have to admit that everything, plus the way she's reacting to me points to it. I think-'
' What- how's she been reacting to you?'
' Frightened. Edgy. Like I'm gonna snap and tear her to pieces at any moment. I never would, but it was a guy who did this, she kept saying he.' Marshall-lee paused for a moment and looked at Cake, resolving that the conclusion he had reached was the only possible one. He had to tell her.
' Cake, I think she was raped.'

The cat was rendered speechless, in a manner that satisfied Marshall-lee that she realised the full weight of the accusation. Shock, anger, fear, despair, empathy, so many complex emotions for her to process all at once. Marshall knew exactly how she felt.
' Bu... But... Who? Who would...' She said, almost to herself after a while. Marshall-lee had an idea of who, but given that this was nothing more than an idea- he had no proof, plus he didn't exactly get on with the guy, just accusing him outright would make him look bad- He decided not to tell her.
' I don't know. But I will find out. When Fionna wakes up, if I'm not back, tell her I'll find him, and I'll make him pay.' He uttered ominously, before speeding out the window and disappearing in a swirl of snowflakes. The storm was so thick that you could barely tell it was day time. Cake watched him vanish, still nowhere near over the shock of what he had told her. Her darling baby girl... How could that happen to her? Cake walked into Fionna's bedroom and curled up by her feet. Fionna was sleeping now, the corners of her mouth turned down in a small frown. If Marshall was right, glob forbid... Oh, Fionna.

Marshall-lee snuck in quietly through one of the windows, wincing as the old hinges creaked when he shut it. However, all was quiet so he assumed that no-one had heard him enter. He drifted invisibly through the corridors, taking care to avoid the waitstaff as he searched for his target. He didn't know what he'd do if he was right. First, he wanted to know exactly how it had happened. Then the punishment- because there was going to be punishment, even if he had been forced to- Could be decided from that.
But could Gumball really do a thing like this?

Marshall-lee mused on this as he continued to search the Candy Palace for the prince, checking every room thoroughly. The guy was a bit of a biological mystery. He was made of bubblegum for grob's sake. But he had been the last person to see Fionna before she had been assaulted, plus there really wasn't anyone else who could have done it. Well, there probably was, but his instincts- which he had learned to trust all the more- told him he was headed in the right direction, as much as he disliked it. Sure, he didn't get on with Gumball, but he hardly thought the man was the kind to do something like this.
Marshall-lee suddenly spotted a door that had a bright yellow band of light streaming out underneath it. He floated forward and silently opened the door, taking care not to move it too quickly.

Inside, there was a large circular laboratory, which had a bench in the middle bisecting the room and various cupboards and machines placed seemingly at random around the walls. The room was empty, so Marshall-lee made himself visible and shut the door.
There was an operating theatre-type table on one side of the room, which had a bright spotlight shining down onto it and a medical cart next to it. There was also a stain of something that appeared disturbingly like blood on the table. Marshall-lee drifted over to the table, stopping about a foot away and narrowing his eyes. Even from here, it was obvious. Fionna's blood.
Gumball.

That bastard. How the fuck could he have done this to a girl who had been nothing but a benefit for him? Marshall-lee whipped around and saw Prince Gumball step into the lab, holding a flask of translucent purplish fluid. As their eyes met, Gumball stiffened sharply and dropped the flask. Within seconds, Marshall-lee had grabbed the prince by his collar and rammed him into the wall, a snarl building in his chest and ripping out between his bared fangs.
' Gumball, you better start talking right now before I tear out your fucking throat.' Gumball cowered away from the vampires wrath, covering his face with his hands. He mumbled something unintelligible and Marshall-lee growled at him, causing the prince to whimper, tears welling up in his violet eyes.
' Oh, you think this is bad? After what you did to her!?'
' I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to, I swear! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt her!' Gumball screamed, tears flowing in earnest down his terrified face. Marshall-lee shook the prince roughly until he had mostly shut up, still mumbling the same phrase over and over again.
' Explain, Gumball. Or I will kill you, and I will enjoy it.' He meant it too. This guy was a spineless asshole, much worse of a person than he had previously believed. Gumball appeared frightened out of his mind by the vampire, so Marshall-lee dragged him over to the operating table and sat him up against it before backing away. Gumball's eyes flickered to the door, but he knew it was pointless. Between him and freedom was an extraordinarily pissed off vampire with no morality issues around murder. He'd be lucky if there was anything left for them to bury.
' Okay. Okay, I'll tell you what happened....I'm so sorry.'

Marshall-lee growled impatiently as Gumball put his head in his hands, trying to quieten his sobbing.
' Seriously Gumbutt, you're lucky you're not writhing in a pool of blood already, Hurry up or I may decide I don't need an explanation.' Marshall-lee said grimly, and the prince held his hands up as if that would help protect him.
' Okay! Please don't hurt me.'
' I've got plenty of reason to. Did you listen to Fionna when she said that to you last night?' Marshall-lee replied curtly, barely managing to rein his anger in. Gumball looked up at him, his face still wet with tears and his eyes open and regretful.
' She didn't.'

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Giving a mental middle finger to his inhibitions, Marshall-lee reached out for Fionna but stopped when he heard the front door open and slam shut. He quickly leaned back as a panicky ball of fluff shot into the room and rammed into Fionna, all worried, relieved limbs and fur. Cake looped her front legs around Fionna multiple times and rubbed her face against Fionna's cheek.
' Oh. My. Grob, Fionna. I have been literally worried sick about you!' Fionna accepted her embrace without protest or fear, a fact that Marshall-lee found hard not to notice. But it didn't bother him that much. Judging by what Fionna had said, whoever had attacked her had been male, and as she didn't remember exactly what had happened, she probably had some sort of psychological junk that made her dislike guys. Just his luck.

' Hey Cake, we should probably let Fionna get some sleep. She's had a long night.' Marshall-lee said clearly, looking at Cake meaningfully. Cake quickly caught on and gave Fionna one last squeeze. Fionna appeared reluctant to be let go by the cat, a fact that only hurt Marshall's already wounded pride even more. Eventually, Cake got her into a comfortable position and she and Marshall-lee both left the room as Fionna settled down to sleep.
' Okay Mar-mar, what was she like when you found her?' Marshall barely noticed the hated nickname, struggling with too many intense emotions at once to even care.
' She was alone, she's been bleeding, she didn't have her bag or her underwear and she thinks she was cursed or something by whoever it was that did this to her.' Cake appeared greatly confused by the summary she had just received.
' So.. wait, what?'
' Look, you're not gonna like what I'm about to say, but you have to admit that everything, plus the way she's reacting to me points to it. I think-'
' What- how's she been reacting to you?'
' Frightened. Edgy. Like I'm gonna snap and tear her to pieces at any moment. I never would, but it was a guy who did this, she kept saying he.' Marshall-lee paused for a moment and looked at Cake, resolving that the conclusion he had reached was the only possible one. He had to tell her.
' Cake, I think she was raped.'

The cat was rendered speechless, in a manner that satisfied Marshall-lee that she realised the full weight of the accusation. Shock, anger, fear, despair, empathy, so many complex emotions for her to process all at once. Marshall knew exactly how she felt.
' Bu... But... Who? Who would...' She said, almost to herself after a while. Marshall-lee had an idea of who, but given that this was nothing more than an idea- he had no proof, plus he didn't exactly get on with the guy, just accusing him outright would make him look bad- He decided not to tell her.
' I don't know. But I will find out. When Fionna wakes up, if I'm not back, tell her I'll find him, and I'll make him pay.' He uttered ominously, before speeding out the window and disappearing in a swirl of snowflakes. The storm was so thick that you could barely tell it was day time. Cake watched him vanish, still nowhere near over the shock of what he had told her. Her darling baby girl... How could that happen to her? Cake walked into Fionna's bedroom and curled up by her feet. Fionna was sleeping now, the corners of her mouth turned down in a small frown. If Marshall was right, glob forbid... Oh, Fionna.

Marshall-lee snuck in quietly through one of the windows, wincing as the old hinges creaked when he shut it. However, all was quiet so he assumed that no-one had heard him enter. He drifted invisibly through the corridors, taking care to avoid the waitstaff as he searched for his target. He didn't know what he'd do if he was right. First, he wanted to know exactly how it had happened. Then the punishment- because there was going to be punishment, even if he had been forced to- Could be decided from that.
But could Gumball really do a thing like this?

Marshall-lee mused on this as he continued to search the Candy Palace for the prince, checking every room thoroughly. The guy was a bit of a biological mystery. He was made of bubblegum for grob's sake. But he had been the last person to see Fionna before she had been assaulted, plus there really wasn't anyone else who could have done it. Well, there probably was, but his instincts- which he had learned to trust all the more- told him he was headed in the right direction, as much as he disliked it. Sure, he didn't get on with Gumball, but he hardly thought the man was the kind to do something like this.
Marshall-lee suddenly spotted a door that had a bright yellow band of light streaming out underneath it. He floated forward and silently opened the door, taking care not to move it too quickly.

Inside, there was a large circular laboratory, which had a bench in the middle bisecting the room and various cupboards and machines placed seemingly at random around the walls. The room was empty, so Marshall-lee made himself visible and shut the door.
There was an operating theatre-type table on one side of the room, which had a bright spotlight shining down onto it and a medical cart next to it. There was also a stain of something that appeared disturbingly like blood on the table. Marshall-lee drifted over to the table, stopping about a foot away and narrowing his eyes. Even from here, it was obvious. Fionna's blood.
Gumball.

That bastard. How the fuck could he have done this to a girl who had been nothing but a benefit for him? Marshall-lee whipped around and saw Prince Gumball step into the lab, holding a flask of translucent purplish fluid. As their eyes met, Gumball stiffened sharply and dropped the flask. Within seconds, Marshall-lee had grabbed the prince by his collar and rammed him into the wall, a snarl building in his chest and ripping out between his bared fangs.
' Gumball, you better start talking right now before I tear out your fucking throat.' Gumball cowered away from the vampires wrath, covering his face with his hands. He mumbled something unintelligible and Marshall-lee growled at him, causing the prince to whimper, tears welling up in his violet eyes.
' Oh, you think this is bad? After what you did to her!?'
' I didn't mean to! I didn't mean to, I swear! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt her!' Gumball screamed, tears flowing in earnest down his terrified face. Marshall-lee shook the prince roughly until he had mostly shut up, still mumbling the same phrase over and over again.
' Explain, Gumball. Or I will kill you, and I will enjoy it.' He meant it too. This guy was a spineless asshole, much worse of a person than he had previously believed. Gumball appeared frightened out of his mind by the vampire, so Marshall-lee dragged him over to the operating table and sat him up against it before backing away. Gumball's eyes flickered to the door, but he knew it was pointless. Between him and freedom was an extraordinarily pissed off vampire with no morality issues around murder. He'd be lucky if there was anything left for them to bury.
' Okay. Okay, I'll tell you what happened....I'm so sorry.'

Marshall-lee growled impatiently as Gumball put his head in his hands, trying to quieten his sobbing.
' Seriously Gumbutt, you're lucky you're not writhing in a pool of blood already, Hurry up or I may decide I don't need an explanation.' Marshall-lee said grimly, and the prince held his hands up as if that would help protect him.
' Okay! Please don't hurt me.'
' I've got plenty of reason to. Did you listen to Fionna when she said that to you last night?' Marshall-lee replied curtly, barely managing to rein his anger in. Gumball looked up at him, his face still wet with tears and his eyes open and regretful.
' She didn't.'