Basically… I have no idea what I'm doing and everything has been sloppy so far so I'm going to try to put more effort into the story ok? Ok. Well keep in mind that this story's timeline is going to jump all over the place. So I hope I don't confuse you? Well thanks for reading.

Sometimes, people are tested and they fail.

"Margles… I wish you were here."

They are given a chance, but they do not take it.

"The whole thing with the volcano… that was dumb. So stupid… But it was all your idea."

A door opens, and they walk away.

"Really, it's not even my fault."

They are too stubborn to try.

"You're the one to blame. I don't even need you…" Magic Man tosses the picture into the hole he's dug in the dirt. He pushes a handful of dirt into the divot, but quickly reaches in and pulls the picture back out. Magic Man brushes off the dirt covering Margle's face and whispers sorrysorrysorry into the frame. He pulls it gently from the Earth, the stained paper appears to be a letter. He lets the picture of him and Margles slip out of his hand and hit the ground, the glass cracks a bit.

Marceline,

There isn't much time left for me, before I am really gone. I can tell that I am losing my mind. I just can't hold things in my head for long until I can't recall them at all. I always thought that there was some kind of hope for me, that I could still recover. But now I know that I won't. Can you believe how much the world has changed? Everything is turning crazy now, including me. Before the war, Ooo would be something only read of. I wish I could keep the memory of how the world was before. But it's disappearing, fuzzy in my brain and slowly fading until now is the only thing I know. I feel like I'm going blind. But don't worry Marceline, I promised you we would find your dad and we will. Someone has to take care of you once I'm gone.

Simon

"What a stupid letter, right Margles?" Magic Man pretends there was a response and continues. "I know that Marceline. This letter's probably important or something." He pauses. "You're right, maybe I should find her… Give her the letter… She's lost someone too…" Magic Man looks around in panic. "Margles? Margles, where are you?! Where'd you-" He glances at the ground. "Oh." He picks up the cracked photo and smiles. "Don't scare me like that, Margles." He mutters sillygirlsillygirlsillygirl under his breath, and frowns. "Why should I listen to you? You're not real, you're dead, silly girl. You're not talking, it's not real." imnotcrazyimnotcrazyimperfec tlysaneimnotcrazy it runs through his brain over and over in an infinite loop, while another voice says thisisnotnormalyouarecrazyyo uneedtolearn.

He bursts into tears. "Margles, I'm so sorry I shouldn't have said that. It's not true, it's not it's not. Please forgive me Margles I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you." He frantically looks around and Marceline is walking by, gently strumming her bass as she walks. Magic Man glances towards the letter and thisishischancetofinallydoso methingright. He doesn't even have to think about it, he knows what to do. He snaps his green fingers and turns the letter into a tall sunflower.

"That's for you, Margles. An apology present. It's almost as beautiful as you."