I stepped into his house and looked around. The walls were the same color as the walls outside. Baby blue. He had a red love seat which was partially white. He noticed me looking at it and said "Yeah I eat shades of red." He blushed, " I was too lazy to go out and well... yeah um..."so thst's why the strawberries were white. Duh. "Sit down while I go make hot coco." said Marshall as he walked to the kitchen.

I sat down and looked around. His bass with in the far corner of the room on a stand. Notebooks surrounded it some open and others where you can tell a page has been ripped out. I could hear him in the kitchen grabbing glasses and boiling water. I looked around some more. I saw a picture of an older looking woman who kind of looked like Marshall. She wore a bussiness suit and had her black hair in a tight bun.

Marshall came back with two cups. He handed a steaming cup to me and sat down beside me. It was silent for awhile as I was blowing into my cup to cool down the coco. Marshall sat his cup down and looked at me. "Why did you come here?" he asked, "Didn't you hear Gummbutt? I'm a menace, a freak. I don't belong here." I could see him getting upset so I sat my cup down and scooted closer to him. "No, I can tell you are't. he's wrong about you. I came here to prove it." He looked at me and smiled. I could see his two sharp fangs ad he grinned. "You know, you are the first person who has been nice to me in years." he said before raising his cup to his lips. I saw that his cup was filled with red liquid. So he really does eat shades of red.

We ended up talking for hours on his couch. He told me about his life. Where he had been and what it was like. He told me the story of how his ex had sold his stuffed animal. It seemed to be real important to him and he looked upset as he talked about it. He told me about the Nightosphere and his mom. "So that's your mom?" I asked as I pointed to the picture. "Yeah." he said witha half smile.

"What's your story?" he asked."Well", I said trying to remember as much as I could, " I was alone in the forest as a baby. No parents, no note or explination, nothing. I was crying and the next thin I know I'm being picked up. This was Cake's mom. She sang to me to calm me down. Cake's parents ended up adopting me and took care of me. They toughened me up and prepared me for the real world. A few days after my 15th birthday mom died, then dad. Cake knew just what to do and we found a place to live and we built up our reputation doing good deeds and protecting the Candy Kingdom. Boring story, I know."

Marshall looked at me and I knew he cared, I could tell. He scooted closer to me. We were inches away when sudddenly Marshall looked out the window. "The sun is rising. You should head home and I should probably go to sleep now."

I thanked him for letting me in and everything and headed home quickly so I could get there before Cake found out I was gone and fliped her lid.

Walking back to the treehouse I started thinking of Marshall. Everyone was wrong about him, he was super sweet. He was lonely too. I needed to prove to everyone he was good. But how?

I walked up the ladder in the house to the livingroom. I tried to be slow and silent. I took maybe two steps when I hear, "Fionna!" I turned around and gasped.