Even after the unbelievable hours that had just passed, Marshall still fell fast asleep when he got home. He needed the rest. Sleep was his only escape at the moment. It didn't last, though.

He woke up around noon, as groggy and tired as ever. It took him a moment to process everything, to realize that it was no nightmare. It all happened. That Ashley had ruined him.

It didn't even feel like he had control of his own body. Not that he didn't want to get up. He just didn't know what to do. How to act. What's the point?

He knew he needed more sleep, but he couldn't. And when he tried, things kept spinning through his head. Trying to fall asleep only reminded him of what Ashley had done, and how Fionna's still suffering.

His phone rang, all the way from downstairs. He ignored it. It rang again. It annoyed him. He wanted to shout at it to shut up, to thrash things, to rage. But he didn't have the energy to. His body felt all slugish and weak. The ringing stopped. He closed his eyes, wishing to fall into deep slumber and until all of this had ended, until it all magically vanished. The phone rang again.

That got him up. He flew into the corridors, down the stairs and grabbed the phone off the table. "What do you fucking want?!" He shouted, gripping the phone, not caring even if it broke.

The voice on the other line gave a deep sigh, "Marshall Lee." His tone was clear enough to Marshall that he was pissed, too. "Good afternoon. I need you to come to the Candy Palace. If not now, then soon."

"Uhhgggg. What do you want with me this time, your highness?" He crossed his arms together. Gumball didn't speak. "Well?"

Gumball seemed stressed enough to Marshall that he just had to stress him more. He sighed again and mumbled, cleared his throat and spoke, "Marshall. Would you please just come? We have to discuss these matters concerning your girlfrie-"

"EX. She's not my fucking girlfriend anymore."

"Fine." He continued. "Matters concerning Ashley."

Marshall argued, "I don't have anything to do with her. If you're going to ask what I want you guys to do with her, I don't give a damn. Do whatever you please."

"I'm not done. Glob. It's so hard to have a decent conversation with you."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry for not being 'sophisticated' and 'proper' enough for you, Prince Gum-wad." He said, changing the way he talked when he reffered to him.

He heard the prince inhale and let out his annoyance as he exhaled. "Would you just open the door? Please? I've been knocking for a while now."

Marshall didn't even realize, he turn to see a figure at his door step, he reached for the door and opened it to Gumball's not-so-happy expression. "How long have you been there?" He asked, still surprised of himself. "Did you seriously knock? I didn't hear a thing. Honest. Why were you even asking me to go to your gay-shit palace if you were coming over?"

Gumball looked at him, straight in the eye. "Yes. I've been here for a while now and knocked as soon as I reached your door. Also, have I not told you many times before as of why the palace is like that? It has to look as friendly and loving as possible for my future plans to be successful and -"

He was cut off by Marshall's hand. "Alright. Alright." He held out his palm. "Get to the point."

"I didn't plan on coming over here. Why would I even?" He passed Marshall, letting himself in. "We were on our way to Fionna and Cake's to get some of the stuff Cake asked Lord Monochromicon to get. I tagged along to help. We called you earlier, yet you didn't pick up." It didn't even occur to Marshall that he actually fell asleep again, but he guessed this had all happen when he did. "After a few more calls, I asked Pepermint butler to call you for me, and I had him to call me if you still didn't answer and I would call you. So I did, but you still you didn't. And since we were done, I decided to pick you up." He turned, his face filled with disgust. "Look at you. You look horrible."

He check his appearance. Messy hair, stained shirt, dusty pants, muddy shoes, not to mention his face reeked of death.

"Go change, but don't take too long. We need to get going."

He looked at the pink prince and chuckled. "And why would I go with you?"

"You have to. You and Ashley were still together when this had happened, so you still have a lot to do with this. Also," He paused, then continued before Marshall spoke. "Fionna's condition is worsening."

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Chapter 7 will be out in a few. I'm sorry if you don't like the story, or where this is all going. (To be honest, I'm not sure myself)

Anyways, disclamer. The Characters are from the series Adventure Time, and this story is based on Mayday Parade's Terrible Things. I'm merely expressing it.