As much as I'd love to, I do NOT (and never will) own Adventure Time. If you have an issue with it, take it up with Pen Ward.
Marceline dug her nails into the rubble, searching for her toy. It had to be here. This WAS home of the witch Ash sold Hambo to, or so she believed. It was burned down now, and there was barely anything intact. Marceline tossed a few things out of her way, a scrapbook with "Baby's First Years" printed on it, a used jewelry box, a long, white dress, burnt to a near crisp. No sign of Hambo. She hated Ash for this. To think; he did that to her. He took away everything she loved.
She grabbed a rusty old pot off of the floor and hurled it across the wreckage. "Go make your own sandwich, you jerk!"
Marceline turned back to the spot where the pot was turned, and looked around a pile of fluffy cotton and fabric until she saw a blue button eye staring up at her. The mess, the stuffing that scattered across the house's floor like low-hanging clouds, It was Hambo. She couldn't fix him with her needle and thread. Not this time. Among the wreckage of forgotten memories, Hambo was shredded, destroyed, like the other precious keepsakes; family photos, broken dolls, torn wedding dresses, forgotten dreams. All of them, burned and demolished.
And, that's really it. TV show fanfics are an oddball for me, so constructive criticism is appreciated! Thanks for reading.