What kind of terrible things? Finn asked to himself. "So what happens next, Dad?"

"Well. That's basically how we met." He awkwardly looked at both his children. "I know, I know. Bullying ain't the best way to impress a girl. But hey, it was actually fun. She was really boyish and adventurous so we had a lot of fun with her and sorta started to get attached, well I did at least. I don't think Ashley even thought of her as a being at all. Just some toy.." he knuckled his fist and took a deep breath. "It kinda became an everyday routine for all of us. We'd always mess with her, and she'd expect us to." He laughs, then continues:

Lying down on Marshall's lap, Ashley played with her hair as he was busy checking his mom's business reports for her.

"Wait-" Marceline interrupted. "Are you saying the badest bad boy, a.k.a. The Vampire King, reviews his mother's reports from time to time?" She asked. Surprised, yet amuzed.

It took them a moment to process, then they laughed. "Yeah, I guess." Marshall answered. "What? Is it so un-me? Come on, it's not like I always do it. Besides, she was really busy with office work and it's how I make it up to her. I've never usually spent that much time with your grandmother."

"So when are you gonna be done, babe?"

Marshall flipped through the pages. "There's still a lot more to check."

She got up and slowly started to drop onto the ground. "I'm out of float powder." She said as she took out a small pouch. "And I'm bored." She added. Marshall didn't respond. "I'm gonna go out for a while and have some fun, 'kay babe?" Marshall nodded, so she stepped out. Hours later, he finally finished and sent everything back to his mom.

Woah. It's dark out already, maybe we should mess with some fluffy people. Speaking of which, Ashley isn't back yet. Where could she have gone to?

There was a large bang at his door. "Mr. Marshall Lee?" Someone called out. "Mr. Marshall Lee, if you're in there, It'd be best to open up." it said, and so he did. It was Pepermint butler standing at his door step, along with a few guards. "Mr. Marshall Lee,"

"Oh quit it with the 'Mr.' already." Marshall groaned.

"I'd like your cooperation." He cleared his throat. "You are being summoned to the Candy Palace in the order of Prince Bubba Gumball."

Marshall rolled his eyes, "Tch. What does he want?" He complained.

No response. The guards took hold of Marshall. "Alright, I'm going. I'm going. No need for that!" They let go and waited for him to walk ahead before they followed.

Marshall was lead into a room inside the Candy Palace. Sitting at a desk, Gumball greeted him. "Marshall."

"Your Highness." He greeted back sarcastically.

"I suppose you'd like to know why you were called here." Gumball said as he stood up.

"Yeah." Marshall answered. "Wouldn't you if were suddenly summoned by some wad while all you did for the whole day was help out your mom."

Gumball sighed and walked over to the only curtained bed, Marshall finally realizes they were in the Palace's infirmary. "I hope you'd refrain from the jokes this time." Gumball opened the curtains. Somebody was there, all bandaged up, bruised everywhere, seemingly trying to stay alive.

"Fionna..?" Marshall's eyes widened. You could see the pity in his eyes. It was horrid. Oh Glob. She looks awful. What the hell happened to her?!

"As you can see, she's in a terrible state." Gumball fixed her blanket. "I called you out simply because this concerns you very much."

"What?!" Marshall shouted. "How am I involved in all this?! Sure, I mess with her a lot, but no way in hell would I do this. This.. this is too damn much."

"Nobody said you did this to her." Gumball clarified. "It was Ashley."

Marshall couldn't say anything but "No." He froze. "No. You're lying. No. Ashley wouldn't. She would go this far. I know her, and I know she wouldn't do this to Fionna. No. No. No no no no no no. No. She wouldn't try to -"

"Kill her?" Gumball walked towards him.

"SHE DIDN'T DO IT," he shouted, "STOP ACCUSING HER YOU DAMN WAD." and shouted, "ASHLEY MAY BE ALWAYS THIS AND THAT BUT SHE DIDN'T DO THIS." and shouted. "SHE WOULDN'T, OKAY? She wouldn't.."

How could she.. no, right? She couldn't, right?

No. She could, and probably would.

Ashley.. you went too far..

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disclaimer. Ok, so I based the story from the song "Terrible Things by Mayday Parade". You gotta admit, that song was damn heart breaking. I totally don't own the story or the characters. I merely expressed the story from my point of view using Adventure Time characters. Thanks for reading! Please look forward for chapter 3 ^^