Okay, here's part two of 'The Death of Marceline'. Sorry in advance if it's not all that exciting. Mostly it just deals with exploring Marcy's mental state post metamorphosis. Anyway, Adventure Time is owned by Cartoon Network. Blah, Blah, Blah. Enjoy.

Chapter 11: The Death of Marceline: Part 2.

"Feel the water flowing~ Feel it coming~ Feel it going~ In the river~ In the rain~ And in the sky~"

Oh yeah, I still got it.

"One day it's an ocean~ One day ice in motion~ One day it's a teardrop in your eye~"

I'll admit, I was a little freaked out before when I realized I couldn't remember how to play my bass. And yes, I did faint when I realized my hands don't even remember how to hold it. But it's no big deal. I have the rest of eternity to relearn it if I want to. And in the meantime, I still have my amazing voice.

"Once I wasn't here~ And then I suddenly appeared~ And now I feel at home in earth and air~"

Whoa, I'm really killing it. And this song is amazing. Did I write it?

"Like the water flowing~ I know where I'm going~ Look beneath your boots and I'll be there~"

No, I don't think I wrote this. It doesn't really fit my style. Maybe Mom wrote it.

"It's just a dream~ Away~"

No, this doesn't really fit Mom's style either. So who wrote it then?

"You've got to leave~ To stay~"

Better question; If neither Mom nor I wrote it, then how the heck do I know it so well?

"We'll meet again~ Someday~"

Oh well, guess it doesn't really matter. I probably just heard it somewhere and then forgot about it. No biggie.

Anyway, the song's almost over. Time to face my adoring public.

"Just a dream away~"

"Whoo-Hoo! Way to go, Baby!"

"Marvelous~ Simply Marvelous~"

"Yeah girl, that was like straight Awesome Sauce for real."

Ah, my Brides.

My sweet, adorable little Poopsies.

So affectionate.

So obedient.

So loyal.

I couldn't ask for more perfect Princesses.

"Thank you, Darlings. But really, you're too kind." I say, faking modesty. Really, I'm just fishing for more compliments. "That song really wasn't one of my best. And personally, I think my singing was a little flat."

"Nonsense. You're singing was perfect. Just like always." Says Barbie; my adorable little Butt Kisser. "And as for the song itself; it was positively divine~ But then again, with your voice, you could read the phonebook and it would sound like a chorus of angels~"

A bit much, but then I am a Queen after all. And Queens deserve to be glorified.

"She's knows that. She's just fishing for more compliments, like she always is." Says Nikki; my perceptive little Sweet Talker. "You're a naughty little attention hog, aren't you Marcy Poo~"

"You know it, Cupcake."

"Marcy, I'm bored." Says Georgette; my perky little Exhibitionist. "Can I have a belly rub like yesterday?"

"No, not until you learn how to control your new powers."

"But I said I was sorry."

"Sorry doesn't unshatter my pelvis."

"But it's not like it was permanent. You healed in like two seconds."

"Doesn't matter, until you can train yourself not to go from poodle to hippo halfway through, no more belly rubs."

"But that's not fair!"

"Too bad."

"HMPH!"

She can pout all she wants, but I'm not changing my mind.

As much fun as it is to spoil my lovelies, I must also be strict with them from time to time.

Nothing too harsh, of course. Just an occasional show of force to remind them all who's the boss.

Then I go back to spoiling them.

"Oh, quit your whining." I say teasingly. "Be a good girl, and maybe I'll let you give me a foot massage later."

"Really? You mean it?"

"Sure. Just behave yourself and my tootsies are all yours."

"Oh~ Anything for you, my love~"

Aw~ Her cheeks are getting all red. How adorable

"Hey, you promised me I'd get to massage your feet today." Says Barbie huffily.

"No biggie. I've got two feet, remember. Plenty of me to go around."

Good Glob, that was cheesy.

But it worked, now all my girls are blushing.

Except for Nikki, she's just giggling at how goofy the other two look.

I swear, these girls are so cute, it just skips past sickening and lands right back on adorable.

Ah… nothing could ruin this day.

"Um… Excuse me."

I stand corrected.

"Begging Your Majesty's pardon, but there's something I must discuss with you."

Oh, it's just Bonnie; my faithful assistant. For some reason, I thought it was Serket. Good Glob, that woman is such a pain lately. I mean, seriously, what kind of scientist doesn't know that inflammable means flammable?

"Excuse me, but the Pleasure Chamber is for royals only." Says Barbie; showing off her much less adorable side. "Now away with you, Servant. Go on, Shoo!"

Well, someone just talked herself out of giving me a foot massage later.

And dessert for the next week.

"No, no, it's fine. What do you need to talk about, Bonnie?"

"Actually, I kinda need to speak with you in private."

"Well you can forget it! Marcy still needs lots of rest and TLC after her ordeal, so the last thing she needs right now is you bothering her with one of your stupid HHHPPPPPHHH!"

Oh, excellent gag work, Nikki. You get extra attention tonight.

"This sounds important, so… we'll just get out of your hair." She says; once again showing me why she's my favorite. "Come along girls."

"Yeah, uh… okay, I'm right behind ya."

"MPPPPPHHHHH! HMMPPHHH! MHHHPPPPHHHHHHH!"

And just like that, I'm alone.

With Bonnie.

No big deal.

Right?

"So… Bonnie, what's up?"

"What's up? My best friend's been avoiding me for over a week, that's what's up!"

Straight to the point as always, eh Bonnibel.

No problem, I can play that way too.

"Bonnie, I've been in recovery for the last week. You know, because of my traumatizing spiritual metamorphosis. Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember. I also remember Serket telling me you needed to be in 'total isolation' while you were recuperating."

"Yes, and that's exactly why I couldn't see you."

"Then what was your Fan Club doing here?"

"My Brides are part of my recuperation. They ease my weary soul on a daily basis, so this sort of thing is right up their ally."

"Okay, then how come Finn and Jake got to see you?"

"Well… they just happened to be in the neighborhood, and… they had BMO with them, and BMO's cuteness can be very therapeutic… supposedly."

"Then what about Ice King, or Flame Queen, or LSP? How come they got to see you during your so-called isolation?"

"Well… you see I… Okay, here's the thing about… You're just…"

Ugh! I can't do this.

I just don't have the energy today.

Guess I'll have to be honest with her.

Oh Goody, it's Honesty Time.

"You're right, I'm sorry."

"W-What?"

"I said you're right. I was avoiding you, and I'm sorry."

"No, I heard you. I just can't believe you gave up so easily."

"Yeah, well… I'm not really up for arguing right now."

"Okay… but why were you avoiding me? And don't just say It's Complicated, you know I hate that."

You're not making this easy, Bonnie. I hope you realize that.

"Alright, here it is." I say; already dreading what I have to say next. "Bonnie, I was avoiding you because… because… because I'm afraid I'm gonna hurt your feelings."

"What? Marcy, that doesn't make any sense. How could you possibly hurt my feelings?"

"Because you mean nothing to me now."

Probably at least a dozen ways I could've worded that better, but at least I got my point across.

Now I just have to deal with the fallout.

"W-W-What?" she asks; in that oh-so aghast tone I know so well.

Glob, I wish there was a kinder way to do this.

"It's not that I don't like you or anything. It's just…" Oh Glob, how do I explain this. "That ritual or whatever, it didn't just erase my bad memories. It… changed them somehow."

"I don't understand."

"Well… before, whenever I thought about you, I'd relive all the old emotions; the good ones and the bad. But now, it's like… it's like watching someone else's home movies. I remember, but I don't feel anything anymore. At least, that's how it works with you."

And… now comes the awkward pause.

I hate awkward pauses.

"Wow… that's… that's some heavy stuff right there. I… I think I need to sit down."

"Knock yourself out. Plenty of pillows to go around."

"Thanks. Let me just… No, that's not… maybe if I…"

Jeez, Bonnie. They're just pillows. You sit on them. Why do you always have to complicate things?

Still, she's taking this a lot better than I thought she would.

"Okay, I'm good." She says; after what feels like an hour. "So… I really mean nothing to you? All the good times we had, all the love we shared, it's just old movies to you?"

"Basically. I mean, I remember loving you, I just… don't remember why."

"Oh… I see."

Oh Glob, not the face!

Not the 'my soul is dying' face!

This is exactly what I was trying to avoid.

"Bonnie, I am so, so sorry. If I could make myself feel that way again, you know I would."

"No, don't apologize. It's not your fault."

UGH! Why does she have to be so mature about this?

Couldn't she at least, I don't know, yell at me or something?

"So, just out of curiosity, what am I to you now? Am I just a friend, or…"

"Honestly, you're just my favorite servant."

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

"Wait, that's not what I meant."

"Yes, it is." She replies bluntly. "But no biggie. You were just saying what you feel."

Okay… this is not at all how I was expecting this to go.

"Uh… Bonnie, are you okay? Cuz, no offense, but you're taking all this way to comfortably well."

"No, it only looks that way cuz I'm awesome at controlling my emotions now. Inside, it feels like your words are poison ice daggers flaying my heart muscles into knitting material."

Poison ice daggers flaying heart muscles?

Someone's been listening to my old B-sides.

"Anyway, my issues are probably nothing compared to what you must be going through. I mean, you basically had your whole brain rewired. That's gotta be intense."

You don't know the half of it, Prubs.

I'm missing whole chunks of my memories from when I was human.

I still remember mom and most of my time with Simon. But other than that, it's like my life began the moment he bit me.

Plus, every day my thoughts get a little more posh and girly.

Not really sure where that's going, but I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

"Yeah… it's pretty jacked up."

"I figured." She says; flashing me a warm and somewhat familiar smile. "So, since I've been downgraded to 'favorite servant', I guess it's my sworn duty to help my Mistress get through this difficult time."

"Oh Bonnie, you don't have to do that. That's what my harem is for."

"No, no, it's fine. Some of this is my fault anyway. Maybe if I'd been a better girlfriend all those years ago, you wouldn't 've had so much crud in your brain in the first place."

"You couldn't 've been that bad. After all, I wanted to marry you."

"WHAT!"

Oh right… I never told her that, did I.

"Yeah… funny story, without all that emotional baggage blurring my perception, I can remember certain things a lot clearer than before." I say awkwardly. "For example, now I remember what I was doing in your room the night we broke up. Apparently, I was… gonna propose to you."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, I was gonna ask you to run away with me to my new Kingdom, so I could make you my one and only Vampire Princess. I even wrote a song for you and everything. I was practicing getting down on one knee when I saw that book on your bed and… well, you know the rest."

"Do you still remember it?"

"The book?"

"No, the song. The one you wrote for me."

"Oh, right… yeah, I think so."

"Then can I hear it?"

"Uh… I don't know. It won't sound as good without my bass. And my heart won't really be in it since…"

"I don't care. I just… I just need to hear it. You know, for closure."

"Eh… I'm still not sure. What if someone sees me? What if my brides see me?"

"Oh come on, please~ If your former self never got to sing it, then this could be the perfect send off for her. It's like the ultimate tribute to the Marceline you used to be."

"Eh… that barely makes sense, but okay."

"Really? You'll do it?"

"Yeah, sure, why not. Just don't get mad if it's not as good as you hoped."

"It's a deal."

"Okay… you asked for it."

Just a quick clearing of the throat, and…

"Run away with me~"

"And the Poltergeists and Ghouls~"

"We can wander through the darkness~"

"And play by our own rules~"

"Run away with me~"

"To a Cavern shaped like Home~"

"Where we'll build our own forever~"

"And never dance alone~"

Whoa… sometimes I forget how totally deep I can be.

Wonder if Bonnie liked it.

"So, Bonnie, what did you…"

Oh, this is something.

She's hugging me.

Feels kinda weird.

But in a good way.

Weird but familiar.

"Thank you." She whispers softly into my ear.

"Don't mention it." I reply.

You know, a few more moments like this, and I just might consider her a friend.

End Notes:

The song Marcy sings at the beginning is called, "Just a Dream Away" and its owned by the Jim Henson Company. It's from one of my favorite episodes of Fraggle Rock and it deals with the subject of life, death, and rebirth. So I figured it would be appropriate. The song at the end is from Adventure Time but it never aired on the show. Still, it's owned by Cartoon Network.

Anyway, no world building trivia this chapter. Maybe next time. Until then, Peace.