((so, uh, sorry for the late chapter again. XD at least it's a pretty long one. but just to let you know, there's basically just a ton of thinking by marcy in this chapter, hence it's name. it's pretty likely you guys will get tired or bored or annoyed for reading so much about her feelings. soooo I just recommend you skip to about halfway through for all the juicy stuff if you don't feel like reading the beginning. I mean, who even likes feelings. marceline sure doesn't lol. p.s. don't forget about the changes that're gonna be happening eventually))

Everything was dark. Marceline could tell she was unconscious. At first there was nothing. But something finally came up. A single thought. 'Bonnibel.' It triggered a thousand more.

'Oh god Is she okay Did he get her I swear if he fucking touches her God Damn it It's all my fault I'm so stupid I hate myself I wish I never met her I really hope she's okay The fucking farmer I need to know Why am I so stupid' It wasn't stopping. The self-loathing thoughts were overwhelming.

Then something else popped up. 'Marshall.' 'That bastard Why does he always ruin everything for me Fuck him Damn—' She began transferring all of her anxieties to the hate she felt towards her brother. But in the midst of it, Marceline felt it again. The pulsing from before. She felt her blood boil. 'I hate him so much Why doesn't he just die Why was he ever born' Her body felt hotter with every throb. Thinking of thoughts like this was satisfying at first, but as the pulsing grew stronger, she began to feel the utter pain as if she was being scorched alive. And she began to feel mentally terrible in a guilty sense.

This wasn't her. Why was she getting so angry?

'It hurts'

Marceline gasped sharply and opened her eyes. She was sweating profusely and looked around her. She was still leaning against the slightly broken tree as she felt the grass between her fingers.

It was morning. How long had she been unconscious for?

She attempted to stand up but an excruciating pain felt as if it'd stabbed her in the stomach. "Holy fuck—" she winced and remembered how it'd happened. "Damn him," Marceline whispered, only to be confronted with a small pulse (in which she also remembered that it's probably best not to get angry; as it triggers more pain. She acknowledged this new habit, but it wasn't important to her at the time.) While the large bruise she noticed after lifting her shirt wasn't as bad as she'd thought, it still hurt. (Just not enough to make her pass out again.) That was good enough for her.

So she started searching again. For Bonnibel. For the farmer. For Marshall. For any piece of shit that would ever lay a finger on Bonnie. It went on for a few days. Food and sleep weren't the only things on her mind anymore. In fact, they were probably the least of her priorities.

She needed to find somebody to get her through this mess. A lead; anything. Still, without going past the boundaries she set for herself throughout the forest to avoid humans. Somebody was going to need to be kept watch of if Bonnibel was going to be safe. And of course she needed a way to find her in the first place. That was her biggest problem. She NEEDED to find her. Who knows what might happen to her. What's happening to her right now? Or worse, what already had happened. Thoughts like that made Marceline begin to panic again. She had to know if Bonnibel was okay.

Though eventually, she grew tired. Exhausted. She felt like passing out again. Too many days of wandering and worrying. She fell to her knees. "Fuck… I'm really sorry…" she said under her breath and began to sob silently. And at night, she finally went to sleep.

A couple of weeks had passed now and Marceline was back to lying on tree branches and munching on colorful fruits. But not a minute would pass where she didn't think about Bonnibel. She truly hated herself but left it at that and didn't let the pulsing start up again. Her stomach didn't hurt anymore but she wished it still did to keep her mind off of her problems.

'Where the fuck could she be…' Sometimes she'd convince herself that Bonnibel was still okay and was smart enough to start avoiding her. That was the happy ending. Then she'd convince herself of the worst. Either way, she still blamed herself for everything. She tried remembering everything she could about Bonnibel.

Already beginning to believe she'd never see her again, she thought of all the things she liked about her. The way her hood fell, the way her hair parted, her eyes, pretty much everything she talked about, how strong she was, and just about everything. But one of her favorites was, of course, her scent. She missed it. The anticipation of seeing the red of her cape and dropping down to have her eyes meet hers. Marceline smiled at the thought.

And just then, she finally smelt something. Immediately, her ears perked and her eyes widened. Was it Bonnibel?!

'No…' she realized, '…something…else…' It was hard to make out so she concentrated harder as the scent finally became stronger. Then finally, there was a trace of Bonnibel's scent. Though it was mixed in with about half a dozen others, which made her rather unnerved.

She peered below in a desperate search for a red figure. She finally spotted her. It was Bonnibel for sure. She jumped down to the ground without hesitation and stumbled only slightly upon contact. "Bonnie!" she called out excitedly. Marceline almost wanted to cry.

As she raced to see her face, Bonnibel turned slowly. "Marceline, wai—!" She already reached her and tackled her with a hug with almost enough force to sweep her off her feet. Her tail wagged rather violently.

"Oh my god, I was so worried, you have no idea."

"Marcy, I—"

"Where the hell have you been?! Where's the farmer? Or Marshall? Why were you gone for so long?"

All of the questions reminded both of them of the reminiscent times when she'd interrogated her in the past; maybe after something big were to happen or or when Bonnie had been gone for longer than usual. But never gone this long. Though by now, they seemed close enough for it to be an acceptable way to reunite.

But Bonnibel was acting different. "Marceline, stop," she interrupted demandingly. Marceline was nearly bewildered by her behavior.

In the assumption that she was making Bonnibel uncomfortable, she pulled away from the hug and stood before her. "Um…sorry…" She looked down and grabbed her elbow from behind her back.

"Look, Marceline…"

"Yeah…?"

"I didn't really come here to just, y'know, talk like we usually do, since that's probably what you're thinking…"

"Well… why're you here then?"

"I'm here to uh," she sighed, "warn you…"

"Wh-what?" she chuckled slightly. "Warn me about what?"

"We shouldn't hang out anymore."

Marceline's heart skipped a beat. "What—why?!" She knew about all the danger she'd already put Bonnibel in, but she couldn't help but want to hold on. "Look, I'm sorry about all the shit that's happened but—"

"I gotta go."

"I, uh… what—" Marceline was severely surprised as Bonnibel began to start walking away. Marceline immediately grabbed her wrist.

"Let go."

"Bon, please—"

She pulled the knife out with her other hand and held it in a way that made Marceline jump. "I said, let go." Marceline was nearly heartbroken in the realization that Bonnibel was willing to hold it at her like that ever again. Her heart wouldn't stop racing.

She let go.

Bonnibel's cape flowed as she quickly walked away. Marceline began to cry for real. She sat on the grass and thought hard. It was probably for the best, but it was still hard to accept. Bonnibel probably hated her. She only hated herself even more.

"There it is!" She heard a voice yell in the distance. The unfamiliar scents she recognized from earlier were still there and she'd only now realized it. But now they were coming straight at her. Who were these people?

She looked up to see a group of human men running towards her.

"What the hell?!"

"Get it!"

"Who the fuck ar—" They began attacking her.

'W-wolf hunters?!' Fear struck her heart as they bruised her all around. But they did more damage than any hunter really should. And they seemed to be having way too much fun with it.

She wanted to push them off and fight back, but it was against the unspoken rules of supernaturals and her own personal morals.

"Take that, monster!" one of the men shouted confidently before getting in a last kick to the stomach. They gathered themselves and sped off, laughing.

'What the actual fuck?' The pain she felt didn't hurt as much as other mystical creatures could've done, but she still felt the bruises all over her body. It was after they disappeared that she let herself get angry. On cue, the pulsing began. She climbed a tree and relaxed to make it go away.

She was very curious as to why those men had attacked her in the first place. She may as well recognize them as wolf hunters, but it would really need some looking in to.

Though, she was still upset about Bonnibel. She really wanted to see her more than anything just a little while ago, and she finally did. 'But I probably never will again… will I…' She started to cry a little. "At least she's safe."