#kickax

I have to go back! There’s something seriously satisfying about throwing axes drunk in the middle of the day.

"I'm not even sure as to where Marshall Lee could be at the moment. Maybe...his place?" The prince raised an eyebrow before giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. He knew one thing; if the vampire king wasn't invited to Boys Night, he'd probably end up throwing a huge hissy fit. And no one would want to see that.

Send me ‘Fading to Dust’ for my muses reaction to watching yours die right in front of them.

No. This couldn’t be happening.

Gumball could only watch in horror as the vampire king dropped to his knees. He thought Marshall would have been able to survive something like this. He wasn’t sure vampires could have been killed this way. Especially not Marshall. Marshall was different! He had to live.

The pink prince felt a lump in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes and he reached out a shaky hand.

Marshall fell over, not saying a word. He became limp, and Gumball covered his mouth to stifle back a whimper.

A sharp object was protruding from Marshall’s chest. How was someone able to kill him?

It was near impossible.

It just wasn’t FAIR.

The starved Huntress glanced up to find none other than a fellow vampire, floating around the forest like he owned the place. She was already starting to come down off the energy she had drained a deer from, and was slowly becoming weak once again.

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"Ayyyyyyyyyy Marshall~"