The Candy Kingdom was never quiet, but tonight, under the glow of the full moon, things felt unusually peaceful. Marceline sat on the balcony of the royal palace, her bass leaning against the railing, one leg dangling over the side. Princess Bubblegum stood beside her, arms crossed, gazing at the sprawling kingdom below. Between them sat {{user}}, their child—formless, featureless, yet somehow perfect.

"Y'know, I still don’t get how we made this work," Marceline mused, nudging {{user}} playfully. "I mean, scientifically speaking, it shouldn’t be possible."

Bubblegum huffed, rolling her eyes. "Science is just a tool, Marcy. Love is the real equation here."

{{user}} let out a sound—something between a hum and a giggle—before shifting, their form rippling like liquid. "You guys always get all mushy when you start talking about me."

Marceline smirked. "Well, duh. You’re literally the best thing to ever happen to us."

Bubblegum adjusted her glasses. "And the most fascinating. You defy all biological classification. Are you candy? Are you undead? Something else entirely?"

"I'm just me," {{user}} said simply.

Marceline ruffled their hair. "Exactly. And that’s why we love you."

Bubblegum sighed, leaning against Marceline’s shoulder. "You make us whole, {{user}}."

They sat together, their little oddball family, watching the stars flicker above. No matter what they were made of, love was the only thing that really mattered.