Even though Fionna and Cake were more-or-less sleeping when they woke up in their friend's memories, they were tired. Who knew that sleeping magic could take so much out of someone? After yawning away some of their lethargy, the first thing the girls noticed was that they were in a ruined hallway. The walls were covered in cracks and mold and there was a dense smell of decay floating in the air. When the blonde girl was almost used to the stench, she her a cry and without a second thought, raced towards it.

Fionna decided to peep through the cracked door, instead of entering the room. She saw a purple skinned woman, though that may have been due to the lighting, holding up pointed-eared baby and a man at the side of the bed, resting his hand on the woman's shoulder.

The man looked at the baby and then at the woman in bed. "Honey, I think Marceline is out of the question, how about Marshall Lee?" He suggested.

The woman lifted her child higher and smiled. "Marshall Lee it is."

"Fionna! There you are." Cake shouted. Fionna put a finger to her lips. Cake was puzzled until she peeked into the room. "We need to move Fionna, a thousand years is a lot of memories to search through." Fionna nodded her head in agreement and was whisked down the hallway.

It did not take them long to find the exit, it was the door with the word exit over it. When they stepped out, some voices whispered in the cat's head, they tempted her to look back and she did. Cake was in shock, the building disappeared as soon as the door slammed shut. Then Cake started to worry, can they get out? When she spotted her ever-straying sister, her emotions did a 180. Fionna was walking towards Marshall Lee. He no longer was a newly born baby, he looked like, no was, a toddler. He wore a plain white button up shirt and suspenders. He did not have any shoes on, but a set of headphones that rested on his shoulders. Even though she could not see Fionna's face, Cake knew she was smiling, this Marshall was adorable and even Cake had a hard time resisting his cuteness. The current half-demon sat on a porch by himself and stared at his toy. It looked like a robot with a missing arm.

The toddler stared at his toy. "Don't worry, I'll fix you up Mr. Robo!" He said with a voice that had a slightly British accent. The half demon child searched through his pockets and pulled out a small roll of gray tape. Then, he removed his headphones and broke it in half. Soon, one of the loudspeakers was torn off. The boy unraveled the tape and wrapped around the broken headphone. The new creation was laid on top of the toy and shortly afterwards, felt the pinch of a nail. Marshall carefully hammered in the nail with a rock, he did not want to dent his favorite toy. After all of this was said and done, Fionna and Cake finally walked up to the little boy.

"Hey, Marshy, do you know where the Memory Tree is?" Fionna asked.

"I don't know, I just do the same stuff everyday and stay in this general area." He replied. "You could try the pantry" Marshall pointed to some doors, "It even rhymes with Memory Tree…" He took a slight pause. "I think." The heroines let out an "aww". Then they thanked him and waved him goodbye. Cake entered the pantry first and her sister followed, after looking back at the boy one more time and giving him a smile. Fionna closed the door behind her and never saw the young Marshall smiling back at her.

After the door closed, piles and piles of food appeared on countless shelves. Most of the food was red, which is to be expected, Marshall Lee eats red. There were fruits, meats and blood. There was blood. Gallons upon gallons of blood. He is a vampire, that is to be expected. But that does not make it any less horrifying. Fionna had to remind herself, that was the old Marshall Lee. He has changed. The blonde girl let out a heavy breath and marched onwards and opened the next door. Her forehead felt a bit warmer. At least they were heading in the right direction.


Meanwhile… Ashlin picked up and examined a book that she found lying around. Judging by the ridiculous amount of hearts on the front, it must have been a dating advice book. Some of the title was indecipherable, but she was able to read the author's name: C. T. Katzwell. Well, Ashlin was bored, just bored enough to read the crud filled book. Ashlin turned the title page and read the book's name out loud, "How to Juggle Friends With Benefits".

Sheesh, Ashlin thought to herself, What is Marshall doing with this book?


It looks like I have some of my writing mojo back so expect the rest of the chapters to be longer than the first two (except maybe the epilogue).

I'll try (more or less) to keep this habit up and post a new chapter every week on Monday.