Evil is Uprising: Conspiracy, Blackmails, and Axe Basses

Characters: Marshall Lee/ the Vampire King, Marceline/ the Vampire Queen, Prince Gumball, and Princess Bubblegum (mainly).
A/N: The worlds of Ooo and Aaa are combined in this story. I don't own Adventure Time.

"I know what you're planning to do." Marshall Lee said defiantly. "And I'm not going to let you." The Prince of the Fire Kingdom chuckled.
"What makes you think you can stop me? I'm made out of fire and I can force people to turn evil." Flame Prince had a smug look on his face. Marshall hated smug looks.
"Yeah? Well I'm an over 1,000 year old vampire with the whole of Ooo and Aaa on my side. We defeated the Lich. We can defiantly defeat you."
Flame Prince smiled wickedly. "Yes, but I know people. People who can do things to you."
Now it was Marshall's turn to chuckle. "What are they going to do? Kill me?"
"No. Hey, you like that girl, right? What's her name? Marceline?" Marshall's body froze in fear. How the hell could he know about Marceline? Creepy stalker. Trying to regain his confident attitude and failing miserably, Marshall stuttered "What about her?"
"It would be a shame if something happened to her."
"You wouldn't fucking dare..."
"You know I would. Keep your mouth shut and I won't hurt her. Otherwise... no promises. Got it?"
Marshall couldn't believe what situation he was in. He had to choose between Marceline getting in an "accident" or keeping a plan to take over the world a secret. He sighed, defeated. "Fine. I'll keep quiet."
"Good boy."
"I'm not a fucking dog."
"Don't push it lover boy."
"I'm not a fucking lover boy either."
"Shut up, you're pushing it."
"You're not allowed to tell me to shut up."
"I'm aloud to do whatever I want as long as I have the ability to hurt your girlfriend."
"And I have the ability to hurt you."
"Say what you want, but I know how to break you. I'm glad we had this little chat." Flame Prince then erupted in fire, and Marshall Lee ran his fingers through his messy, raven hair. He checked his new watch. It was about 8:45 PM. "What the hell did I just do?" He said aloud. He racked his brains for a solution. But he couldn't find one. Racking his brains wasn't really his forte. So, he decided the best thing to do was to find someone who he could confide in, someone smart, someone who would think ahead when finding a solution. Marshall knew exactly who to ask. And his name was Prince Gumball.

*****Marshall Lee's P.O.V*****

I grabbed my bass, and flew out the door at extreme speed. I wondered if I should include Marceline in the conversation, too. It was her who would've been at stake. Unlike most vampires, I was gifted in the art of telepathy.
"Hey Marce."
"Yeah, Marshall?"
"Can you swing by Gumball's? I gotta talk to you guys about something."
"Alright, fine. But it'd better be important; I was in the middle of a jam session."
"And you didn't invite me? How rude of you."
"Yeah, whatever see you in a couple minutes." I was so deep in thought about the whole situation that I almost floated into the candy wall. I stopped in mid-air, and flew over to Gumball's bedroom window. The candy prince was whistling in his chair. "Weird." I muttered. But, regardless of how weird Gumball seemed to me, I flew in through the window. "Wassup, Gum-wad?" Gumball jumped at the sound of my voice. "Wha-?" Gumball muttered, deep in thought. "Ohh... Hi Marshall Lee. What 'dya want from me? Oh, and if it's money, don't ask... I'm broke." "You're broke? That's usually my forte. What'd you spend it all on?" Um-Erm, well..." He muttered. I smirked. "Never mind, you obviously aren't going to say anything anytime soon." I said, sighing a bit. "Well… What did you come here for?" "Erm-Uh…" It was my turn to stutter. What the fuck was up with all of my stuttering? I'm guitar welding, chick magnet (ing), confident Marshall Lee. I don't stutter! I float around, strum a few notes, sing meaningful lyrics, and have millions of girls swooning at me. So why am I still stuttering?
"Confidence and too much pride." A familiar voice said in my ear. "Hey, Marce!" The familiar vampire/ rocker girl came out from behind me. I could tell Gumwad felt awkward. "Erm- here" he said, grabbing some chairs from his table and setting them down. "Put your butts on those." Marceline glanced at me, a smirk in her eyes. I glanced back at her, and just shrugged. We sat down. I was looking around the room, trying to see everything, but the two people in front of me. I couldn't take it anymore. "Flame Prince and an evil army are going to take over the world tomorrow," I blurted out. "What?" Gumball screamed. Then, he realized he screamed that out loud, and not just in his gum-filled mind. He obviously looked panicked, but trying to regain his composure, he asked "Well... can you start from the beginning?" So, I retold my conversation with flame Prince, because that's all I really knew about it. Gumball's eyes were widening at every word, but, when I finished, Marceline just smirked. "Seriously? Who's thick enough to believe that?" She asked. I took her hand. Marceline... It's true. I'm sorry. I'm not pranking you, and we don't have much time." Marceline fidgeted a little bit, probably because she was being used as a blackmailing tool, damsel in distress that couldn't take care of herself. And if I knew Marceline, I knew she despised that feeling. "But... don't get it. It's just some hot-head 14 year old boy who got mad about his conflicting emotions. How the hell would he take over the world?" Gumball raised his eyebrows. "That may be how Flame Princess is, but Flame Prince isn't like that. Flame Prince is a phsyco that wants... everything: Control, power, fanatics, fourtune, riches, and people being forced to kiss his feet." Gumball almost snarled the last part. Yeah, and when he first met Fionna, he put her in the hospital for weeks! Poor kid didn't deserve that..." Marshall said, making Gumball shudder at the Prince of Flames. "Even if that's true, I can take care of myself." Marceline insisted. "I'm a fluffing vampire that caries around an axe." I smirked. "True... but you just said fluffing."

***Marceline's P.O.V***

Marshall was smirking at me. "Shut up!" I said playfully, poking Marshall in the stomach. He pecked me on the cheek. Gumball cleared his throat. I glanced at him, and he looked extremely uncomfortable. "Oh, right. What do you think we should do, Gumball?" Marshall asked, a bit annoyed he interrupted. Gumball brightened a bit, and I failed to cover my smirk. "Prepare. We need to prepare ourselves for tomorrow. They'll try to throw everything at the world, but if we prepare for it, we'll be fine. Like… I don't know; sleep with your basses or something." I knew both of them could see the new smirk on my face. "Oh, shut up!" Gumball groaned. Marshall and I began to snicker. Eventually, snickering turned to laughing, and Gumball joined in too. When we were finally finished, I almost started laughing again. "You know, I think we're the only people who can start laughing after talking about the world possibly being taken over." We glanced at each other. "Yeah… Well, see you Gumwad." Marshall said, and with that, he grabbed my hand and flew out the Prince Gumball's bedroom window.
Hands entwined, we laughed our asses off until we realized we had no idea where we were going. "Uh… Do you want to spend the night at mine?" I asked. Marshall looked at me. "Just like old times?" He asked questioningly. "Just like old times." I said. Marshall smiled, and then turned quiet for a while. "Come on, I know you're thinking about something. Just tell me." I urged. He gave me one of those sly smiles he's famous for. "I'm thinking about how I always used to beat you in arm wrestling." I returned the sly smile. "Oh, yeah? Would you like to challenge that?" I looked down at the world beneath us and the cave was in sight. I flew down to it, accelerating, and in turn, pulling Marshall Lee down with me. "Woah, girl!" he shouted, but he seemed to love the acceleration. I couldn't blame him. The wind flying at your face, the world seeming to come straight at you, it was a magical experience that barely anyone got to experience. We landed on the floor of the mouth of my cave, coming close to having a mouthful of it. "Well, that was fun!" He said brightly. We looked at each other, and burst into laughter. Hand in hand, we floated over to the door of my house. I reached out a hand and grabbed the knob, twisting my wrist 180 degrees, thus opening the door. I let Marshall in, and stepped in myself, closing the door behind me. Walking in, we were in my living room, or my dead room, as I liked to call it. It consisted of four pink walls, a white couch and chair, my T.V, and some torches. "Hey, didn't those walls use to be purple?" Marshall hollered, while waiting in the kitchen. I walked into my kitchen, where Marshall was sitting at the table. "They were purple… but I bit them." Marshall wrinkled his nose. "How would that even taste?" I shrugged. "How should I remember?" I stuck my tongue out at him. He stuck his out at me. I checked my new watch that Marshall got me. It was 9:55 PM, but Marshall looked exhausted. "Do you just want to go to bed now?" I asked softly. He nodded. "Sorry, Marce. It's just been a really –erm-" I could tell he was trying not to sound lame, but it wasn't working out too well. "Look, I'm just tired, okay?" He pushed the chair out and floated up the ladder to my room, with me right behind him. He switched on the light. The walls were light gray, and my "recording studio", bed, and a red couch were in here. I recently cleaned out my room, and those were the only things left. Yawning, Marshall floated over to the bed, hovering over it. Then, he just dropped himself on it and beckoned over to me. I grabbed my bass, which was resting on the floor near my studio, and floated to him. Dropping myself down on my bed, our hands entwined, we began to fall fast asleep.
"Marce!" I heard an urgent voice near my ear. I rubbed my eyes, and sat up. "What, Marsh, what?" I asked. My eyes woke to my dark room, nothing seemed wrong about it. He grabbed my hand. "Get your bass, I think someone's in the house." He whispered. Marshall sneaked down my ladder, and I followed him. "WHO'S IN HERE?" he bellowed. And out from behind a corner came none other than Ash and Ashley.

A/N: I will warn you now: People looking for Fiolee, Finnceline, Bubbleine, FionnaxGumball, or Gumball Lee will be disapointed. From now on, Adventure Time at the Movies and this story will alternate updates on Saturday, unless I've had a lot of time, or if it's a holiday. R&R Please!