She blames her boredom for this.

Marceline sighed, twirling the pencil on her desk in circles with her finger and narrowing her eyes. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been this alone, hell, she never thought she'd say it but she actually missed her stupid human friend; for the longest time he kept her busy, coming over for late-night jam sessions, wrestling wolves with her, all of those movie nights. There was once a time she thought that doing this was the highlight of her afterlife.

She closed her eyes and put the pencil down again, spinning around a couple times in her old computer chair to get herself to stop thinking about Finn. She was fine before him, and she'll be fine now that she no longer talks to him. She shook her head.

"Ugh, I need something to do!" She grunted furiously, raising from the seat and kicking it to the ground out of frustration. Had it always been this dull around here? Was she really so hung up on hanging out with the two idiot hero's? She rolled her eyes at her own thoughts and floated to her bed, plopping down on it after deciding there was no use to waste her energy.

'This is so messed up!' her mind was going haywire, but she was trying not to let it get to her. She knew she sucked at hiding her emotions, but the least she could was try. She sat back against her mattress, eyes cascading on her nightstand to the picture of Finn, Jake, and her making faces at the camera. It made her scowl, and want to regret her choice.

Her hand reached out to slam the picture down so she didn't see it, but something caught her attention. There were shadows that didn't exactly match them, they actually seemed different entirely. It was odd, and had her thinking again.

Her mind traced back to the time her father told her about the Great Mushroom War, a lot of which she didn't remember- she was too busy trying to ignore him.

Her head shot up, a sly smirk forming on her face like something in her head just clicked into place.

"I guess he can be useful after all." She chuckled, standing and walking down to her kitchen for some bug milk and her axe bass. Of course she knew she didn't have to do this, and it would be a lot of trouble, but she could at least take her mind off of things.

For now, anyway.

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- Nita