Dear Fionna,

Hey there, girl. I'm really sorry about pretending to be dead, and I can only assume that you're sorry for punching me in the face. This is my third time writing, mainly because you haven't answered any of my letters, and I can't come over in person, because pinkie boy will be there, and you know I can't stand his general facial zone.

See ya around, Fi,

Marshall Lee

P.S. You know, this was actually written in red ink.

I sway to the rhythm of the music and I can feel myself flying. When I look up, I can see nothing but darkness. When I look down, I can see a soft, pale, red. A choice to rock all of Aaa…

"Fionna… Fionna! FIONNA! Get up!" I jump and in an instant I am on my feet, draped in blankets, with my sword drawn. My adopted sister, Cake jumps in front of me, with her hands up, rolling her eyes.

"Glob, Fionna. Overreact much?" Cake says, tapping her foot on the floor.

"Never mind that, Cake. Who do we have to smite?" I say, slightly bleary. Cake sighs and opens the curtain shade. Outside I can see a giant, trying to stomp on some candy people.

"What in the glob? I thought I told those guys to stop hanging around the place." I say, changing into my slaying clothes.

As we head outside, Cake sifts through the mail and chuckles. When I look over, she shows me a letter with the name: Marshall Lee on it. I look at it and make a Pfft sound. Cake gives me that look.

"Girl, you can't ignore him forever." Cake says, handing me the letter.

"Yes, I can." I say, but I can't help but open the letter. When I read it, my heart softens a bit towards him. Marshall and his dumb jokes and his faking and his obvious sincerity hidden in that insane personality of his, I can't even begin to feel mad at him. I sit down and write him a response, which I give to a random bird, but I know it will find its way to him.

I walk back to the door, with Cake giving me a smirk. I roll my eyes at her and she gives me a knowing look, even though there is nothing to laugh about.

"Shut up. He still is a total jerk." I say, looking defensive. I pick up my sword and we run outside, yelling as we prepare to slay the giant and then go out for a nice sandwich or two. Maybe even three sandwiches.