Fionna POV
"Why would he keep that from me, what kind of father will he be with all this secrecy? How would I do without him? Why am I worrying so much about this? How could I trust him, how could I trust anyone like that?" Thought clouded Fionna's brain.
"Whoa Fionna, calm down. Marshall loves you. It wasn't all his fault. You can trust him." Her breathing starts to slow as she regains control of the thoughs swirling in her mind.

She thinks she should turn back. She's still mad, but she loves him. Her heart is tugging at her legs to walk back but her mind conflicts "I should still find out why Gumball didn't invite Marshall."

As she approaches The Candy Kindgom she gets overwhelmed with a sinking feeling, a feeling that makes her feel miniscule. The Candy People greet her kindly, as usual. She knocks urgently on the door, which Peppermint Butler opens promptly.
"Hi Fionna. Let me guess, you're here to see Prince Gumball about why he didn't invite Marshall?" He asks twiddling his thumbs nervously as he ducks from behind the large door.
"Y-yes... How did you know?" She wonders curiously.
"You're going to think this is really silly, but Gumball is stillnot exactly over Marshall... Now it's not like he cries all the time and ignores anyone, he's overly prideful in himself, he tried fooling himself."
"What?"

"I mean, he's going crazy. He's seriously going crazy. He's trying to fool himself into a false love, and trying to trick his mind into thinking the Marshall would be jealous if he came to the wedding, that Marshall is madly in love with him and just covering it, it's like a soap opera inside his head. I know this is a lot to take in and I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. I can see it in his eyes, when he's with Flame Prince he has an artificial smile, of course no body else suspects anything, but being so close to the Prince for so many years has it's advantages. I can see how his heart quickens around Marshall, I can see the intense longing in his eyes when he stares at that vampire." His eyes show how worried he is, and how scared he is of PG.
"But I thought he was over Marshall." Fionna says in disbelief.

"He's not. He's pretending to love Flame Prince. The sad part is FP really is in love. I'd hate for him to get hurt twice by the same guy." He sighs.
"Wow... So he's basically gone mad trying to get Marshall Lee to love him. What are we supposed to do?"
"I honestly don't know. I always try to think of solutions, but they always backfire in some way. If we tell Flame and he breaks up with Gumball, they'll both be hurt. In anyway, someone will be hurt." He looks down shamefully.

"We have to tell Flame Prince. As long as you're sure of all this I think-"
"Fionna." Peppermint Butler grabs her waist, as someone else would grab her shoulders. "Of course I'm sure. Have you forgotten all my connections with other-worldy people? I'm sure, just please trust me, and whatever happens, please be quick. For Glob's sake, the wedding's in a week!" Now Fionna grabs PB, trying to steady him.
"Calm down. Here's my plan, we tell Flame Prince, then I don't know... Try to talk some sense into Gumball? There must be some way to cure him."
"I don't know, the only think I can think of is getting Marshall in his face, explaining how he isn't inlove with him. Or..."
"Or what?" She demands, hungry for a solution.

"Or... We make Marshall Lee pretend to be inlove with Gumball. Even with rejection or heartbreak, he will still remain in his sick fantasy." Pb spits out. The thought troubles Fionna.
"But then... Marshall Lee wouldn't marry me, he'd have to stay with him forever." Her eyes narrow in rage. "I'm not sacrificing my happiness and our marriage for some over dramatic prince! I care about him, but that's too far."
"I know, I hate to admit it, but the only way for his sickness not to interfere with our lives is to isolate him completely."
"How?"

"Sending him somewhere secluded, somewhere he'll never escape. Somewhere without any reminders or Marshall Lee. Without his old life, he'll start losing himself, forgetting his past and starting to have to focus on reality." Fionna ponders the butler's words. A long silence passes between them.
"I guess that is the only way. The next thing we have to figure out is how we're going to do it."

Hi there, someone give me story ideas, I'll be muchmuchmuch more responsible for this next one, I promise.
By the way, It'll probably be very serious and intense, with some... heavy topics and issues, I just need to write something like that soon before I explode.