Disclaimer: I do not own Adventure Time. If I did, it would be a lot weirder and horribly depressing than it is and only lonely people on steroids would watch it.

Marceline sat on the tattered red love seat, the one Ash and her had spotted among the wreckage years ago. It was faded now. Old and raggedy. It was a constant reminder that no matter how much time passed, she would stay the same as she was, where as everything around her got older and older, until it was nothing. She sighed, wondering if anything would ever stay with her.

Then again, she had Hambo. She smiled to herself. She would always have Hambo. And Ash was there too. He might have been rude, selfish, and inconsiderate, but he was her only living companion. He'd been with her for a few years and although he was demanding and obnoxious, he hadn't left her alone as so many had. And, she supposed, that was good enough for now.

"Hey." His voice rang through her ears and she squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing the bile that leapt to her throat. She kept reminding herself that Ash had stayed with her for all these years and she should be grateful - but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She wished she didn't feel so much hatred for him, even if he had spent all her money on magic and ordered her around like a maid. He had still been there. Wasn't that enough? "Open your eyes, look at this Mar-Mar, check it out."

She obliged with a sigh, pushing herself up from the chair and floating over to him reluctantly. She planted her feet on the ground and cocked an eyebrow, silently asking him what he wanted her for.

"It's my new wand," he explained. "These cherry blossoms? Look, look, as close as you can and they're real."

She reached her hand out to touch the flowers, but they zapped her finger before she could get too close. She snapped her hand back and rubbed her finger, trying not to show the hurt on her face. "Wow. Awesome. Where'd you get the money for that thing?" Hadn't he spent all their money on magic already?

"Oh, I sold that teddy bear that you love so much. To a witch," he replied nonchalantly.

She blinked. He - had sold - Hambo? He wouldn't have. Not even Ash could be so inconsiderate. This had to be some kind of joke.

But as she looked at his happy features and back at the wand in his hand, she realized he was dead serious. She clenched her fists as all the anger that had built up over the years consumed her. "You WHAT!?" she exclaimed. "Are you crazy!? That was my favourite thing in the whole world!"

"That's why it's so valuable, genius. For potions," Ash pointed out, looking at her like she was some moronic little kid. He pointed his finger to the wand, causing a ghost-like creature to waft out of one of the blossoms. It started shifting back and forth, right and left, as it taunted her.

"You're not - a genius. You're not - a genius," it chanted.

Marceline's fist tightened as she looked at her boyfriend in shock. Had she really spent the last four years with a guy who would betray her? How could she not have seen that he was just like everyone else? "That's the last straw, Ash, that's it!" she screamed. Tears dribbled out of her eyes and she tried to wipe them away. Oh, Glob. Hambo was gone. "You're a psycho jerk and you ruined my life!"

Ash looked shocked and appalled. "But - but not all of it!"

Her eyes narrowed into red slits and she couldn't help the hiss that escaped from her throat. "IT'S OVER, YOU PSYCHO!" She stomped away and into their bedroom, quickly gathering up every possession she owned. Which, she noted, no longer included Hambo.

She heard Ash sigh from the living room. "Come on, Mar-Mar. Don't be like this." She ignored him, stuffing all her clothes and journals into a suitcase. "You're not gonna leave me over some stupid bear, are you?"

That did it. She angrily threw the suitcase across the room, whipping around to face her now ex-boyfriend. "Some stupid bear!? Hambo was my only friend, Ash! You know who gave him to me!"

He sighed, leaning against the doorframe in exasperation. "Yeah, yeah, your old friend Sam who abandoned you. Look, Mar-Mar, this is way more important. Look what I can do now!" He wiggled his fingers, making an image of Hambo appear between his palms.

"Marceline, don't worry about me. Stay with Ash, he's made out of awesome sauce," Hambo said in Ash's voice.

She glared at Ash and let out a low growl, before she snatched her suitcase that she'd hurled across the room and stomped her way to the door. She grabbed her guitar that was leaning against the fireplace and slung it over her shoulder. Her hand closed around the doorknob and she stopped dead in her tracks, quickly turning around to face Ash.

"Staying?" he asked with a smirk. "I'm not surprised. Now get in that kitchen and make me a sandwich."

Her hand tightened around the doorknob. "That wasn't his name," she said quietly, looking at Ash through tear-filled eyes.

He looked at her in confusion. "What?"

She swallowed a lump in her throat. "That wasn't his name. It wasn't Sam. His name was Simon."

He let out a cry of frustration, slumping against a wall. "Ugh, Mar-Mar, you're talking gibberish again. No one cares about the old guy that abandoned you when you were six. Sydney's probably dead now anyway, so you should - "

"HIS NAME WAS SIMON!" Marceline cried in rage, before ripping open the door and propelling herself down his rotting porch steps. She ignored calls of her name as she raced off into the night, lugging her suitcase and guitar behind her.

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She stumbled upon the old fort hours later, sopping wet from the rain. She didn't know how she ended up at the old treehouse Ash and her had lived in years ago, back when he had been a funny guy that she happily spent her time with.

She kicked open the door and angrily threw her suitcase and bass onto the ground, slamming the door shut behind her. She stomped upstairs and looked around their old house, letting out a frustrated scream. How had she spent four years of her life on him!?

She growled in rage and started to stomp around the treehouse, pounding her fists against the bark of the tree and throwing her foot into the walls. She kicked, punched, hit, and screamed until her knuckles and toes throbbed. Finally, she collapsed on the ground in an exhausted heap, sobbing into her arms.

"Hambo," she whimpered, curling up inside herself. "Hambo." She knew she wasn't just upset because her childhood toy was lost. No. She was upset because Hambo was her last living proof of him. Hambo was the only thing she had to show that he had ever existed, that he had cared for her and had once been a kind, gentle old man, just trying to survive in an empty world.

But what proof did she have now? Did she really have anything to show that she had once been his only companion? That they had once cared for each other as if they were family? He didn't even remember her! How did she know that she didn't make it all up? What if it was just like those stories she used to tell herself before she went to sleep? How could she show herself that any of it had been real?

As she pondered these questions, choking on her own sobs, she realized she was exhausted. She hadn't had a good night's sleep in weeks, having been too busy stealing food from a small village so Ash and her wouldn't starve.

Suddenly, the floor seemed as soft as a plush, silk pillow and her wet, tired eyes drooped lower with each dull tick of her watch. Finally, they fell shut and Marceline drifted into her subconscious, wondering what vicious nightmares would haunt her tonight.

Hey guys! So yeah, that's the first chapter on my first Adventure Time fic! :) Hope you liked it! I love and cherish reviews, so please, please review! :)

Oh, and here are two quick things you should be aware of:

1. I'm not so good at updating, so I'm sorry if there are long waits for chapters. I'll try to update whenever I can, though :)

2. I live in Canada, so I've only seen up to the episode 'Paper Pete' in Adventure Time. (With the exception of 'I Remember You' which I've watched like three hundred times on youtube). So if I get some facts wrong that were mentioned in the show, it's because my country doesn't get episodes fast enough. Sorry. :(

Anyway, hoped you liked it, and again, please review! Bye! :)

- Gallifrey10