Hey guys. I'm sorry I haven't updated in a long time... I've been going through a lot and I just can't handle updating two story websites now. It's just to difficult. So this is going to be the last chapter of this story. I'm sorry to those of you who I couldn't do you're songs, but the song list just kept getting longer and longer, and I knew I'd been having to keep updating for a long time, and I just can't do this anymore. I'm giving up. So again, I'm sorry to those of you that I couldn't get to you're songs, but hey, maybe some other non-depressed author can do them. Yes, while I was away from here I was diagnosed with depression, social anxiety, and an eating disorder. It's been hard. But I'm going to post one more chapter for all the stories I have left, and then they're over, ok? I hope this chapter can make up for all the songs I didn't get to do.

Pairing : None. This is a special chapter.

Song : A Trophy Father's Trophy Song by Sleeping With Sirens

Requested by : Me

Disclaimer : I own nothing in this story.

Marshall angrily punched the gray stones that grew up into the cave he has lived in for a good part of his life.

He did it again, he thought, he got my hopes up to high and smashed them. Again.

"ARRRGUUHHHHH!" Marshall yelled, attacking a solid stone with his axe bass.

The bass sliced through the rocks like bread, and Marshall hacked it to rubble. He was panting, but he still wasn't done. He was still angry.

Marshall walked out of his cave, pulling his hood up and putting his blackout sunglasses on. There were clouds in the sky, so the sun wasn't a big deal.

He found a tree, and hacked that to pieces too. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. He felt so weak. He felt like a human.

To humans it's never enough, nothing is, they always want more, and better, and bigger, and they're never satisfied with what they have because humans are so greedy and they are incapable of appreciating what they have because, fuck, there can always be more.

You used to be human Marshall, he told himself.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled.

He wasn't like this. He was the vampire king. He wasn't supposed to care about humans. He wasn't supposed to feel like humans. He wasn't a human. Not anymore.

Then he thought of Fionna. She was married, and the young pudgy thirteen year old Marshall once knew had sprouted up and gotten hitched to a guy named Finn.

He'd lost all feelings for Fionna. He had started calling her Fionna instead of Fi. She had met Finn and it was like she never wanted to see Marshall again. That made him angrier.

"Everyone leaves. Everyone just fucking leaves and goes on to die. What's the point anyway? They'll die eventually, so will the person you love, so will your kids, and so will... your... parents..." Marshall trailed off after muttering to himself.

He shook his head, pushing his long black hair from his green eyes. His hair had gotten longer over the years, now going a slight bit past his shoulders. He never bothered to cut it.

Before he knew it he had wandered home.

He had a habit that he would get angery and try to go for a walk, but he'd always wander home. That's been happening since he almost ran into Cake. He didn't need her 'mother kitty knows best' shit. He didn't need her.

He didn't need anyone. He was a vampire.

He slammed his front door shut, dropping the guitar into it's case. Shwabble meowed in the corner, and Marshall grumbled.

He pushed the kitchen pet door open, and the little zombie cat purred, walking outside.

Once the cat was out, Marshall floated down to the coach, and took a breath.

Everything was silent. It was deafening. Marshall groaned. He always used to need something to distract himself. A conversation held his attention enough, and then his thoughts were pushed away into a dark corner of his mind.

Not anymore.

Everyone had left him. He had nobody he could talk to. But it's not like this was the first time that had happened.

Marshall started strumming notes on his guitar, just to stop the silence. Then he started turning those notes into a song. He sang whatever came to his mind.

"Father, father, tell me where have you been?
Its been hell not having you here
I've been missing you so bad, and you don't seem to care

When I go to sleep at night, you're not there.
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?

Do you even miss us?
Your bottle's your mistress
I need to know, I need to know

Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause,
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it is?
I will try to understand...

Father, father, tell me where are you now?
Its been hell not having you
Last thing I heard, you were fed up,
You're skipping town.
With no note telling where

When I go to sleep at night, you're not there.
When I go to sleep at night, do you care?
I need to know, I need to know

Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause,
I'm trying to deal with the pain
I don't understand this, is this how it is?

Why are you running away?
I don't understand this,
Is this how it is?
Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please,
I need to know.

Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?"

Marshall echoed. He had dropped his guitar, and started floating around the room with a microphone. He paused and dropped to the floor standing, looking down, his hair hanging in his eyes.

"Spent seven years wishing
that you'd drop the line
But I carry the thought
along with you in my mind

But is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Family!" he screamed.

He made himself drop to his knees, keeping his head down. He never thought a song could take a lot out of him, but turns out he did.

"Why are you walking away?
Was it something I did?
Did I make a mistake cause,
I'm trying to deal with the pain.
I don't understand this,
Is this how it is?

Why are you running away?
I don't understand this,
Is this how it is?

Why are you running away?
Tell me please, tell me please
I need to know

Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?
Is this what you call a family?"

This isn't a long chapter, and it isn't very good or anything, but it's special to me. It's special because this just feels like my favorite chapter. I think it's the most emotional chapter, in my mind, and I hope it is to you too. I think this is a good way to end this story. I hope you enjoyed this story as much as I did, and thanks for sticking with me this long. It means a lot.

~Batman's Favorite Daughter~