When I wake up, my bed is as cold as ice. I reached my arm out, not knowing what I expected to find. My hand dropped down on the side of the bed and I groaned. What was I expecting anyway? I was always alone when I woke up at night.

I sat up and rubbed my eyes tiredly. It was almost completely dark in my room. Even I couldn't distinguish the difference between my furniture and the shadows that flirted around. That darn poodle.

"Schwabi!"

He floated a couple feet towards me slowly, and stared. Schwabi was actually like the normal dogs humans used to have hundreds of years of years ago, besides the fact he never made sound and often hovered around sullenly. I had never seen one happy day in his undead life.

I had first seen him wandering around in the Nightosphere, and felt pity. His old owner had probably lost him, when he died. We didn't have much of a relationship. I let him roam around, and he didn't bother me or break anything in the house.

Not many people even noticed him. Not even Fiona or Cake. He was slyer and quicker than anything I had ever seen. I floated off the bed and stretched. I gave an involuntary brush towards my unruly hair. Grabbing my usual plaid jacket, I yanked the door open and went on at a brisk pace.

Fiona and I had agreed to meet up at her place for some kind of movie. We hadn't visited for the last couple weeks, and pathetic as it was, I was really excited. I didn't have much to do besides hanging out with some immortals, but that was it. They weren't nearly as interesting as my favorite little blonde.

I tried imagining what she was doing, but I didn't know much besides that. Did she miss me? Or was she visiting Gumbutt instead?

It was nice to know she had at least thought of me though. While I was messing around in the fire kingdom, she'd left me a note at my doorstep to meet up later. It was much, but it was a huge comfort to be with her for at least a little while.

I leaned on my back and flew backwards. It was a nice thing to look up at the stars every once in a while. They had changed quite a bit from a thousand years ago. Despite myself, I closed my eyes for a few minutes and daydreamed, what it was like when I was younger. I was too arrogant to worry about anything useless things like love. I could play around and not care what would happen next.

"Owe!"

I looked behind me and realized I had bumped into the biggest tree around. Fiona and Cake's home. I grinned and swooped down. Knocking loudly, I pushed the door open and took a peek.

"Hello? Anyone?"

"Glad to see you could join us Marshall."

At the voice I hissed in fury and balled my hand into a fist, instantly forgetting what I was here for. "Ashley!"

Surrounded by dozens of candles, she flicked her pale hair and smirked. "You sound pretty angry, my dear." She had a slim black dress that went down to her knees.

"What's with the outfit?" I snorted. "It makes you look like the stupid witch you really are."

If she was angry she didn't show it like she normally would. "You're killing me," says Ashley as if she was in real pain. "I'm sure we would have gotten over that little squabble by now."

"Like you should talk," I snapped. "I never betrayed you, did I?"

She laid her hand against her cheek and gave me a ghastly white smile. "If you ask me, I was helping you. Keeping that little toy for years really gives a person the wrong image. If you ask, you should be thanking me."

My mouth grew as dry as sand, as if I had swallowed a bucket of salt. It was true I carried that thing almost everywhere in my pocket, and cared for it more than anything else. Even if I would have rather died than admitted it, she had a point. I felt my knees buckle a bit before recomposing myself.

Before I could rack my brain for something else clever to say, she guffawed and looked triumphantly at me. I wished I could have just wiped that sneer off her face. It hurt me more than anything when people laughed at me, and I had nothing to say or do.

"Just tell me what you want," I sighed. "You're wasting my immortal life."

She twirled her hair slowly and without even looking at me said," It not what I want. It's what you want, isn't it? The reason you're here is for that Fiona girl."

For a second I wasn't sure what she was talking about before looking around and nearly slapping myself. Of course. I was planning to hang out at her house for a movie and I had completely forgot. It was scary to think that Ashley had gotten me so riled up to the point, I lost track of things.

I gave her a hateful look and shook my head. If she was here, wouldn't that mean the note was fake itself? It was all just a plan to lure me here? Fiona and Cake were too strong combined to not leave a few marks on her. Ashley didn't have a single scratch and there were no signs of a struggle here. I sank to the ground and almost wanted to sit down and cry. I couldn't believe I fell for this stupid trap.

Ashley laughed again and I felt my cheeks burn. I hated her so much. I turned around swiftly to get out of this Popsicle joint as soon as I could, before she spoke up again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," she cautioned.

"Why not," I growled, the effect totally ruined by the lump in my throat. It came out more like a breathless sob.

Ashley waved her fingers in a little circle. Nothing happened. I was about to continue walking, until I heard it. It was more of a girlish scream and I froze in my tracks.

"Fio-?" I breathed. I was cut short quickly.

The next yell sent shiver up my back

"Marshal!"

Okay that's it. I hoped you enjoyed it. ^_^ In case you didn't know, Schwabi is a ghost poodle Marceline has. I saw it with her in It came from Nightosphere and decided to add him on here. That's it for now. Bye!