The place was perfect for devils. You get served with any liquor you please while feeling up some chicks. Strippers dancing on the stage. Everyone was making out, too. The light was dim enough for people, drunk or not, to think no one sees them making out at one corner or another. Or maybe they just didn't care.

He kept floating straight, no time for sightseeing. He got to the hallways, to the rooms where they do it. He was hoping she wasn't there, but she was. He could smell her scent. Room 609. He could hear someone in there. He was trying his best to open it up, still hoping he mistook that scent for someone else. Come on Marshall, pull your shit together. She'd never do that to you. Just.. open.. it..

And well, the expected was there.

"Ashley..?"

Surprised, she got off of the man, who was all musclely and had blonde hair to match his dark toned skin.

"Oh Glob, what are your doing here. You ain't supposed to be here"

"Hey, is this him?" The man asked. "Pfft. No wonder you oftened here."

Marshall stared blankly at the man. "Hey. Bozo. Not a good time for that." Ashley whispered. "Babe, I can explain-"

Marshall walked forward, ignoring everything, took her by the arm, and proceeded to forcefully take her with him.

"Babe..?" No response

"... Babe?" He didn't even flinch.

"Babe." Nothing.

Marshall wasn't even going to look back at her face. Her Glob darn cheating face.

They got out of Wizard City, he flew incredibly higher than usual, still gripping onto Ashley's arm with only one hand. It gave her a little scare.

"Hey! What are you doing? I don't have any float powder or any sort of flight potion right now! Don't drop me! Don't drop me!"

He didn't speak, but instead, gave her a furious glare.

He stopped and asked her, his voice as if he was whispering, but he's probably just tired. "Is that right? You don't have any float powder?"

She realized they were near ground level, barely, and she could jump off, if only Marshall's grip wasn't too tight.

"Wasn't that why you left earlier?" He asked another one.

She looked at him with confusion, before she could say anything Marshall lifted her to where she could face him, "What the hell, Ashley?!" He shouted to her face. "You lie to me, cheat on me, for who knows how damn long, and on top of that you almost killed Fionna! No, you wanted her dead." He was sure of it.

"What?" She asked, in a tone as if she couldn't believe him. "You mean bunny-ears?" She laughed. "I knew it. I fucking knew it."

Marshall was the one confused now, but he didn't say anything. Focusing all his frustrations on her was all he could do.

Ashley poked her finger onto Marshall's chest, hard. "You fucking like her, right? You like her better than me now, even before, you already did. And here I was doing my best to stay with you."

What. Marshall clenched his fist on one hand and tightened the grip on the other. You're one to fucking talk like that. His eyes were almost at their limit, the tears would soon fall, but he had to keep them in. He didn't want to look any more pathetic.

"Wow." Marceline commented. "What a bitch. She had quite the nerve."

"I know, right?" Marshall agreed.

Finn shaked his dad's sleeve and asked him to continue.

"I don't know why you're like this, why you even talk like this, but I... I loved you. I fucking loved you. How could I even do anything behind your back? And Fionna, wasn't she your idea? You were the one who wanted to mess with her. Even after they left that day. And somehow you found out where she lives and took me with you to simply let your desire for bullying to take place. I came on the first few times, then sometime later I would tell you I don't want to anymore or that we shouldn't but you still made me go with you until I had fun and got used to it, until I started to care for her as a friend. She became my friend, my bud, and I thought it was the same for you, but I was so wrong. You thought nothing of her but a chew toy!" He let out his anger through these words. He had way more to say but the words were all jumbled up, nothing formed a logical sentence.

He held both her shoulders now, looking into her eyes, begging "If you weren't happy anymore..." he slightly shook her, "the least you could've done was break up with me before all.. all this.."

He looked back at her, forcing her to look directly into his eyes, "Tell me.. What happened today? Please say you didn't try to kill Fionna, that everything's a misunderstanding.. Please.."

She smirked. "Yeah. I tried to kill her. To be honest, I thought she had already died earlier. If I knew she could still stand, I would've done way more brutality on her." She started laughing again.

His mind turned completely blank now. Maybe because of what was going on, or maybe because he's proving himself wrong to Gumball again, or maybe because he started questioning himself of what he actually felt for Fionna, or maybe because of the fact that even if he did like her in a romantic way, would it matter? Fionna was dying at the moment, who knows she could be dead already, hopefully not. Scratch all that. He knew why he was like this and so do all of you.

"This place.. " Marshall turned her face around, "is where you tried to kill her, right?" He looked down, turning her face with him. "You dropped her there, right?"

"Y..eah.." she answered.

"Helplessly beating her up, kicking her things off the cliff, choking her before throwing her off." He locked his eyes on the cliff's rocky path down, Glob, Fionna. Thank goodness you survived that. Please don't die were his prayers deep inside. "You have no more float powder, didn't you get some earlier?" He asked, still looking down.

"What?"

"Float powder. Don't pretend you can't hear me."

She hasn't anwered yet, Marshall asked again. She nodded. "Yes, I have none of that. Kapish." She said, pulling out an empty pouch. Marshall's grip was now staring to losen.

"Babe?"

He took one last look at her before he started letting go, letting her arms slip off from his grip.

He did not speak.

"...!"

He let go completely.

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As promised, chapter 4 :) Again, I say "disclaimer" for I had based this story on Terrible Things by Mayday Parade, I merely expressed the story from my point of view using AT characters.

Happy holidays everyone! Thank you for reading :)