So, somebody asked me if I planned on doing a fan-fic for Joey, but I think I'll just continue with this one and add the little guy more into it. How about a chapter just for him? Yeah, that's what I'll do, but first lets get our questions answered about MARSHALL!


Victoria slammed the door quickly, leaning against it while facing Ethan, she looked like she saw a ghost. "Oh crap, this isn't good."

"What? Who is it?" Ethan asked, trying to figure out who could have his girlfriend in such a state. "It's my dad, he's a week early!" she grabbed Ethan's hand and pulled him to the other side of the house, right below her bedroom window, "You know how to climb, right?"

"Yup." he smiled, holding her tightly in his free arm and climbing up to the window with the other. Ethan set her down on the bedroom floor before sitting down on fluffy bed, waiting to get some answers. "So, isn't your dad back a good thing?"

"That. Is. Not. My. Dad." she stated, pulling out the old music box and sitting down beside him. "My dad left a long time ago, replaced by that thing down there."

Ethan looked on with curiosity while she opened up the box, the melody played and she pulled open a small door hidden under the photo of her family. Inside was dozens of pictures, Victoria at every age with here family. "What's all this?" he asked, picking up a couple of them and looking them over.

"Family photos, duh." she replied, searching through the collection for the certain one she wanted. There were pictures of everything, Victoria's first birthday, Joey's first birthday, and other occasions similar to those. "Ah-Ha!" she said proudly, holding up the picture of Marshall, wearing a red shirt and baggy jeans. "This is my dad."

They were inter-upped by a loud knocking at the door, Victoria gestured to the window. Ethan got the hint and climbed down, turning into a wolf as soon as he got on the ground. Victoria walked over and opened the door, and in the doorway was her brother Joey, "What do you want?"

"Well miss-I'm-In-Big-Trouble-With-Mom-And-Dad-For-Going-out-At-Night-Without-Telling-anybody, Mom sent me to get you." he smiled brightly up at her, "So get you lazy butt down stairs."

"I hate you." she mumbled, pushing the young boy aside and slowly walking down the hall to the stairs. By now Joey had caught up with her and was walking next to her, staying quiet while she walked down and turned to the living room, only to be caught in a tight hug. "Hey dad."

"What? I haven't seen you all for five months and the best I can get is a 'Hey Dad', very disappointing." he told her. Marshall was King of the Night-O-Sphere now, which meant long times away from home creating chaos in the depth of hell, and him always dressing like some rich business man. Right now, a white shirt and red tie, and black pants of course. "How old are you now? 10, 11?"

"In one week I'll be 14, remember?" she sighed, sitting down on the couch with her father, "Why so early?"

"I can't come home to see my little girl for her birthday? A very important one if I may add." he answered, the jewel around his neck shining brightly from the dim light that filled the room.

"Not as important as running the demon pit." she mumbled quietly, but Marshall heard her.

"Business is business." he shrugged. Victoria had enough, every time he visited he acted like they were some side-project. He probably wouldn't even care if she died, all because that stupid necklace was filling him with chaos and evil.

"Daddy, will you take the amulet off for me?" she asked, but it came out as more of a plea.

"We've talked about this before, I can't." he told her in a stern tone, that's what sent the girl over the edge.

"Why?!" she snapped, "Why did you have to put that thing on in the first place, huh? Because Grandma threatened you and mom? You two could have fought her off! There's no reason to be like this, I want my dad back, but that's impossible isn't it?! Because now he's just some demon ruler that ruined my life! Why do you even come back to see us? We all know you'd rather be giving people horrible punishments for not reason, even Joey knows! THE SIX YEAR OLD KNOWS!" by know tears of both sadness and angry were falling down her face.

"You will not raise your voice at me-"

"Don't talk to me any more! I'm just done with this, you'll never change!" she shouted, running upstairs and slamming her bedroom door shut. Sobbing lightly into her pillow thinking about how every single thing she said down there was true, and how she would give up everything just to have him back to normal. An idea came to her, she wrote a short note out saying she'll be at Ethan's until her so called father leaves, because Fionna would be worried sick and this wasn't her mom's fault.

After climbing out the window and starting to walk toward the woods, she started to get an uneasy feeling in her stomach, so she walked faster. "Hello?" she called out, no answer. "Ethan? Is that you?" she asked, stopping this time. Abruptly a large object struck her head, causing the girl to pass out.


Short, but I wrote this in an hour so it ain't special.