So, this is a fiolee song fic. All copyrights to the song go to Sim Geritna for his wonderful work, and to Pendleton Ward and Natasha Aligheri for the wonderful world that they have created. I've also done a little artwork of my own reflecting a certain moment in this, but it shall remain in my personal files due to... certain circumstances. if you really want to see it, I'll send it to you somehow.

Also, chapters will be short due to me having to use Wordpad and not knowing what word count I'm at since I'm too cheap to buy Office, and my 30-day trial ran out. So, if there's any really bad spelling errors you notice, please inform me so that I may correct them, due to FF's spellcheck being extremely faulty. Love y'all! please feel free to read, review, and even message me privately!

"You really think he likes strawberries? I mean, I've seen him eat apples and candy but never strawberries before..." The young adventuress spoke, glancing to her feline companion who walked beside her, carrying a basket covered with a green blanket. "And why would he even want to go out on a picnic supper thing? The sun's still out..."

"I have no idea, girl, but he is your friend, isn't he?" Cake replied, minimizing herself and hopping up onto Fionna's head. "All he really told us was to come to the cave."

"He told me to come, not you too." Fionna answered, looking over her shoulder behind the two of them. "You just decided to tag along."

Cake growled lowly. "No, I'm here to make sure that vampire doesn't try anything with my baby girl! Remember the time he tried to kidnap me, then made you fight the dead?"

Fionna smiled as she though back to that morning. She was still slightly annoyed at how Marshall had tricked them into thinking he was dying, but had forgiven him in the end. "Of course I do. That's just how he is. He was just having fun with us."

Fionna kept smiling as they reached the top of a hill before entering into the valley where Marshall Lee the Vampire King resided. "Marshall's my friend, the same as Gumball. And besides, maybe we'll jam or something too. It's been a while since we did that with everyone."

"Maybe... " Cake responded, looking around as she hopped down from Fionna's head and moved to the cave entrance.

The cave, was dark, but Marshall's house was in view, the dark shadowy siding of it reaching their eyes. It was home to him, and they had fun whenever they came over. Glob, Marshall even once told them to make themselves at home, following his installation of ladders between the floors.

They could hear a few guitar chords being strummed from the attic where his room was. And as much as they wanted to announce themselves and their arrival, they couldn't help but listen in. Fionna, swaying from side to side as the music played began to hum, and soon after the music stopped. A head of black, messy hair appeared through the window, and Marshall floated outside, guitar in hand. "Hey, you guys made it!"

"Hey Marshall."

"Hi."

Marshall smiled to both of them and strapped his guitar over his shoulders and pulled it until it was against his back. He saw the basket Fionna was carrying and flew over to it, reaching for the blanket that covered the contents. Fionna moved it away from him before he was able to grab it, and held it above her head.

"Hey!" She laughed, enjoying a small game of keep away with the vampire who had floated around behind her and finally grabbed the basket away from the girl. He swung it around a bit before finally settling down. "Be careful! I had a hard time collecting all of those after the mission Gumball sent me on."

Watching her for a moment, Marshall chuckled. "What did Gumbutt make you do today, hunt for trolls?" He sat the basket down on the back porch before sitting up beside it, crossing his legs as he leaned back, supporting his body with his arms.

"Marshall! He's a prince!" Cake scolded, glaring for a moment before following her sister as the girl went to sit beside him.

"And I'm the Vampire King. The way the chain works these days, I would have power over him. But he's not from the Nightosphere like me, so, that's where the chain breaks. He can have the Candy Kingdom. It's too bright and cherry there for me anyways." He glanced beside him to Fionna, who was removing the cover off of the small wicker basket. His eyes grew at the sight of the red fruit. "Fionna... are these..."

The girls both smiled to the vampire, and Fionna grabbed one and held it out to him. "We found them growing in the forest on our way back home after Gumball sent us to Dark Mountain. I thought you might like them. I remember you saying something about liking strawberries a while back."

He took the small fruit from her and looked at it. It was so... red. And fresh. Marshall couldn't remember the last time he'd had fresh picked wild strawberries. "I... Glob, thanks Fionna. And you too, Cake." He spoke before poking a fang inside and draining it of its bright color. He then proceeded to take an actual bite out of it. "Wow. They're sweet too."

"Mhm. I don't think we've ever seen you eat an actual item of food, boy. What gives?" Cake asked, suspicious of him.

He grinned, popping the rest of it, leaves and all, into his mouth. "Usually gives me a bad stomach ache, but you guys DID go to the trouble." He mumbled through chewing and swallowing, satisfied at the refreshing feeling the small fruit had brought him. "Hey, you guys wanna jam?" He asked.

Fionna looked to Cake who just shook her head from side to side and let out a small yawn. turning back to Marshall, Fionna declined, claiming they were both exhausted from their earlier work in the day, and should start heading home since the sun had finally set. They had left the basket of berries with him, and he drained another of the color before picking it up and heading inside.

"Well this sucks... What am I gonna do all night?" He asked himself, setting the berry basket on a shelf inside the fridge. His guitar still against he back, he reached for it and began to strum a few chords once more.

Let go... Let go... let, let, let go of my... Let go... Let go... Let,let,let go of my hand...