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🪐 — marceline abadeer / tags.

🪐 — BONNIBEL BUBBLEGUM​   for  marceline !

she gasps in horror  ────── quickly turning herself away, shielding the vampire from the potential dangers bubbling within the flasks.    ❝  no, oh my glob ― you can’t just drink it   ― you’d bloat up as jumbo jollywall! it needs a conduit!  ❞    fuchsia colored eyes scan her lab table for a suitable test subject, quickly plucking a small giggling creature from the corner of her table. she offers the candy-critter a friendly boop! smiling as she elicits a small and jovial giggle from its candy crusted surface and plopping it into the flask. 

glass lifts to eye level, an intense stare watching as the thick red gloop bubbles and the flask begins to shake. she gasps in excitement as a small scarlet leg kicks free from the glass, then an arm as the liquid begins to fade and the soft supple skin of a now swollen piece of candy press flush against the glass  ― cracking at the tension ‘til the vibrant red creature breaks free and sits plump and expecting within the soft of bonnibel’s palm. she giggles, poking into it’s supple shape, grinning as crimson flesh comes bouncing back,      ❝  hehe!, isn’t he cute? ❞

    BONNIE CALLS IT SCIENCE, but it really doesn’t look all that different from magic to marceline when the pink princess tosses a little candy-guy into the bottle she’s prepared. there’s a flash  &  a poof,  &  then the tiny creature bursts free, suddenly all puffed up  &  vivid scarlet. ❝ uh, yeah. he kinda is, ❞ marceline admits, her feet hovering a few inches off the spotless candy lab floor as she drifts over to bonnibel’s side. his little face is a bit flat, but his tiny red hands flail as if in excitement when bonnie holds him out to her.  &  marceline plucks him from bonnie’s hand between two fingers, holding him up closer to her face. she squints, pinching her fingers together experimentally,  &  he gives a squeaky giggle as his spun-sugar body squishes beneath her grip, wordless but giving no indication that she’s hurting him.                       ❝ peebs, i kinda hate to ask, but what makes this little guy different from all the rest of your candy people ?  like, why can i drink the red out of him, but not them ?  isn’t he technically sentient, too ? ❞  marceline knows even as she says it that she really shouldn’t question bonnie’s methods. especially not now, when the rumble for red is rolling ever more aggressively in her stomach  &  the little candy creature’s flushed face is so appetizing it’s making her fangs grow longer  &  sharper behind her lips.  ❝ i mean, if you say it’s ok, i trust you.  but like, why shouldn’t this little guy get the chance to live his best little red life ? ❞  &  marceline shakes him with frustration, earning another high-pitched giggle. the moral quandary is wearing her patience thin, wide black eyes staring down at the candy guy with a ravenous hunger in their depths. it really would have been so much easier if bonnibel had just found her some lipsticks or something to eat  —  something that didn’t have a face, at least.