Finn placed his hand on the knob, then jerked it back. Then placed it, then backed again. "Come on Finn," he said to himself, "why so hesitant?"

He knew why he was thinking twice. What if she wasn't there, or if she was there, will she even look at him in the eye? No, no she won't, she won't because you've been a horrible jerk Finn. Heroes were supposed to help people, not make them cry. They were supposed to listen, not turn their backs against them. That's why. But he couldn't just stand there like an idiot all day. He knew Marceline, if she was there, could smell him. She could even hear him. So, better try it than waste the chance, right?

"Marceline...?" he whispered. As expected, no answer was heard.

"Marceline, look," he sighed heavily, "I was a total moron. I made it look like it, but we're not together. At least, not anymore. I was telling her that I love her but I love you more. You mean like the sun to me. Not that I like the sun so much considering you die if exposed to sunlight... But I like you much... Argh! Why do everything I do go wrong? Please, can we talk?"

Still no answer. Huh, maybe you did break her heart more than you thought.

"Mar-mar," he said and turned the knob. "I'm going in so we could settle things, right honey?"

He pushed the door wide open.

He froze then looked around. Wait, where is Marceline?

"Oh snap," he muttered. "Marceline! Where are you? ANSWER ME MARCELINE!"

He searched every room, every corner, even the ceiling, attic and under the dusty appliances. No Marceline, no clothes, no food in the refrigirator (N/A: not that she eats food, she sucks the red out of them) and no nothing. Perfect, she's gone. Nice move Finn. You did a very nice job in getting her outta there.

"Oh no," he muttered as he slumped down on the lumpy sofa. The unpleasant couch, however, was his least worries. He burried his head under his arms and swore so badly.

He stayed still for a few minutes, not even moving an inch. Then he stood up and walked to the door. Not noticing where he was going, he tripped over the trash bin and fell headfirst on the floor.

"OW!" he shouted. His scream was heard over all of Ooo. "Why does my life suck so bad?"

He brushed the dust out of his shirts which were a dark and sooty shade of blue now, then noticed a picture frame resting on his feet. He picked it up then turned it around.

It was a picture of him, Marceline and BMO (Jake was probably not included because of his fear of vampires) and it was slashed so terribly that he almost couldn't make his face out.

"What have I done...?"

He threw the bin harder than intended outside because of his range. After calming down, he stood up and pocketed the picture. Then he headed home.

Jake saw him enter the fort, depressed and head drooping sadly. He took pity on his brother, he never looked so hopeless.

"I tried to tell you Finn," he said while wrapping his ears around him before he collapsed and placing him gently on the bed, "that vampires are not trustworthy. You're just too stubborn like your older bro. Wait, doesn't that make me the subborn one too?"

He looked up to see Finn weakly smiling.

"Thanks Jake," Finn said, "thanks."

"Well, bro, you should've stuck with 13-year-old Bubblegum," Jake started, but was interrupted with a grunt. He cleared his throat then continued as if he didn't hear Finn, "you shouldn't've let that old geezer that's totally immature claim the throne and let her go. Ugh, I suck. She's too old for you anyway."

"By that old geezer that's totally immature you mean the psycho-path who was horrible in Math and didn't know the difference between three years and a million years-who doesn't know how to sentence people into dungeons-and who was her first 'experiment gone wrong'? It's the Earl, isn't it?" he asked then Jake nodded. "Well, I couldn't kill him brother."
"So, what do you do now? Cry while hugging a lock of Marceline's hair? I'm all vamped up inside..." Jake sang with a high pitched voice then was again interrupted by Finn who threw a pillow at him.

"Shut up!" he shouted while giggling like an insanely banged-on-the-head guy.

"Okay, It's ON!"

They pillow fight for a whole hour then, laughing, Finn caught Jake in a headlock while shouting "I WON!" Jake, who never saw his brother smiling for weeks, grinned.

"Yeah, you won," he chuckled, "now will you get the plum off of me?"

Finn climbed back down then collapsed to his bed. "You gave me a heart attack! That was exhausting dude," he said breathlessly. The he glanced on the watch and bolted upright. "DUDE!"

"What?"

"We've been playing like irrational guys for an hour!" he shouted gravely as though someone died.

Jake then got up and scratched his head. "What? You lost me."

"Get me some milk!"

Jake, still puzzled by his sudden outburst, ran into the kitchen then came back with a jar filled with white and a sort-of pale yellow liquid.

"Now get me my sword, FASTER!"

After he got his precious sword, Finn started drawing a phil-face on the floor then chanting charms while splattering milk on it. Jake finally got what he was up to but was puzzled by another thing.

"Finn, what the celery are you doing?" he asked quizzically.

"I'm bringing back my-WHAT THE CABBAGE?"

He saw that instead of the Nightosphere he expected, the portal remained like a wall.

"What happened?"

"Beats me."

"Why didn't this stupid thing... Now I don't know how... But Marceline, she-ARGH! Why does my life suck so BAD?" he stuttered.

"Whoa, calm down..." Jake said, trying to strangle Finn from jacking himself up. "First off, start telling me why you still want to be with that intriguing vampire lady that shattered your heart into pieces?"

"Because... She..." he stammered, uncertain of what to say, "she...she means a lot to me... Ugh Jake! I can't express it through words!"

"Then express it through a SONG!" Jake gleefully got his viola and woke BMO up to play some rhythmn. "Sing it brother!"

Finn was surely not in the mood for this, but perhaps his mood will improve once he got his feelings out. He grabbed the microphone and sang:

"Oh Marceline

Why are you so mean?

You wouldn't give me a chance

to explain what I've been feeling

Oh Marceline

Don't you know that I'm in pain?

You've left me standing in the rain

and now you block the entrance?

That isn't fair Dude!

I thought you were my gal, dang!

You have to change your attitude

It really gives me a bang!

Oh Marceline,

Do you think I'm alright without you?

No, I'm not, you're wrong I'm right,

I'm just being true, that's all.

Oh Marceline

How am I supposed to carry on?

No, I can't, just admit you're wrong.

"That is what I call "The expression song"." he finished with a lighter heart, like somehow quite a number of heavy emotions on his chest was removed by the magic of singing.

"Aaww," Jake commented, drying his eyes with a handkerchief. "that was very impressive!"

"Now back to business," Finn said with a much serious face and in a matter-of-fact tone, "how on earth will we go into the Nightosphere? For glob's sake-"

"Finn," Jake said solemly, "don't you see what you have here? It's a digger-dog who's ready to dig into action! Plus I thought Nightosphere was an underground place?"

"I'm not sure it will work, Jake," Finn said and sighed.