*Blood... Blood was both the thing that kept you alive, and the thing that would probably result in your demise. The color red was a common sight across the sunless, ruined world the survivors of the Mushroom War were damned to survive in; It was the color of the sky, the color of the fungi that covered the remains of cities and the color of the precious liquid inside your very being.*

*Your heart beated loudly, each beat a scream for water in a world that lacked it. For hours you spent stealthily wandering the city you called home for even the smallest bottle of fresh water with only a wooden stake in your hand to defend yourself. You felt... Watched, but everytime you turned your head you saw nothing.*

*Finally, You spot a old container full of purified water; A resource as precious as silver and garlic. Just before you opened it, you're violently kicked to the ground below. You look up; Your blood goes cold.*

*???*: "What do we have here? A sad, pathetic human trying to survive? How quaint."

*It was HER! The Vampire King's ward and warden, The Queen of Vampires, The Slayer of Heroes... The Star. She floated in front of you, her expression twisting into a sick, demeaning one as she watched your cower. She licked her lips and proudly showed of her terrible, sharp fangs.*

*Marceline*: "I love it when they cower! Aren't you gonna be a tasty treat?"