Hey, so, I had a random bout of inspiration, and just kind of figured that you guys may be wanting chapter 10. So! Here it is. A gift to my few fans. May make an alternate ending to this. Maybe. Elly's point of view. Alcohol. My story finally live up to its Teen rating! :D

I sat there like an idiot for ten minute, just holding my cut arm and trying to sooth the stinging that was running up and down my shoulder. I muttered, "Thanks, Marsh." He just nodded. It had taken ages to get rid of all the skeletons, and I was exhausted. Fionna looked at me like she wanted to say something but wasn't sure how to say it. Fi sighed. "I guess we have to go home now, huh?" I shook my head. "Nah. You and Marsh have fun. I'm gonna head home. I'm not doing too hot."

She looked down. "Okay. But if you feel better-", "Sugar, I'll take you home." Cake volunteered. I nodded. "If Fionna is okay with that." I couldn't help but notice her gaze drift to Marshall as she gave a half-nod. Me and Cake exchanged glances. "I will be right back." Cake warned, "Don't go too far in without me, baby. I'd hate for you to get hurt." She gave Marsh a meaningful glance and turned towards the exit, stretching us out of the café as the echoes of Marshall's snickering died.

"Are you okay, hunny?" Cake asked. I replied, "Yeah. I got my Tetanus shot so I'm good." She nodded, then I kind of just zoned out, lost in thought. When I looked up, we were home. I made my way to the couch, Cake tucked me in, and I fell asleep.

I woke up to the sound of light footsteps and through my bleary eyes I saw my brother, holding a glass in his hand. It was filled with a toffee-colored liquid I assumed was Jack Daniels. "Elliott, if this was Pre-Mushroom War, you'd be in trouble for under-age drinking." He gave a look like 'What are you talking about' and went back to his drink. I shrugged and said, "Hey. Can I have some?" He poured me a glass, "Whose drinking underage now?" I rolled my eyes and took the glass from him.

He sat down on the couch next to me and asked, "So. What has you down?" I gave him a look and asked, "What?" "Ellyon… You don't drink. What's gone and made you mad?" I looked away, sipping some of the amber liquid from my cup. "Ellyon, answer me." I set the glass down on the table and turned towards him. "Elliott. I just, I can't. It would destroy my fragile existence."

He sighed as I took another gulp. "I have news. Yvonne and I are getting married." He said, an expectant tone in his voice. It slowly dawned on me. "But that means I don't have to get married." But then, "But Elliott, you're so young. I mean, why get married yet?" He smiled at me, almost forlornly. "Elly. I think it's time for you to be happy."

I took a sip of my drink before realizing just what I'd done. "Oh glob." Elliott looked at me weird. "Elliott. Grace is still with Ben, and I'm feeling so sick to my stomach I could puke." He dismissed my worry with a wave of his hand, and set off to call the 'Royal Babysitter'. Meanwhile, I was still upset and had a cut that was beginning to fester and putrefy. I pulled out the first aid kit from the bathroom and sat back down on the couch. As I wrapped the wound I pondered just why I was starting to feel so terrible, and then looked at my now practically empty cup.