"Marshall! WE NEED TO TALK!" Fionna booms in synchrony with the door slamming against the wall. Marshall's expression is shameful, but calm.
"Fionna, I just wanted to say I'm sorry for not telling you, I'm a shitty husband, and I've realized you're too good for me. I'm not good enough to be the father of your children. I should just leave, Fi. I'm just fucking everything up and you shouldn't be going through all this right before giving birth to twins! Glob Fionna, I just wish I could'v-"
"Marshall!" Fionna yells, startling him out of his daze with wide eyes.
"Yes?! Glob, I'm sorry! Will you let me finish!?"
"No, Marshall. I'm over it." She smiles faintly.
"B-but I had this whole speech about how much I love you!" His eyes fill with desperation.
"Tell it to me some other time." Fionna winks, the smile quickly dissolving after Peppermint Butler's words come rushing back.
"What's going on? I thought for sure you'd left" Marshall starts smiling again, even though her voice is so serious.
"I found out why you aren't invited to PG's wedding. PepBut explained it to me. It's quite a shocker, and I don't know how to tell you myself, so I guess I'll try to ease you into it." He nods obediently as he sits back on the couch with Fionna.
"So apperantly, PG is crazy." Marshall raises an eyebrow questioningly.
"Uh...?"
"No interrupting!" His mouth closes.
"Okay, so yeah. Prince Gumball is crazy. By crazy I mean delusional. He has this sick fantasy of a life going on around him and he's oblivious to reality."
"What kind of fantasy?"
"He believes the you're in love with him. The only reason he's with Flame Prince is to make you jealous. The reason he didn't invite you to the wedding is because he thinks it'll make you upset and he doesn't wnt that because he's still inlove with you." Marshall stares in disbelief.
"But.. He's over me. That's not possible. What kind of sick bastard does that?" He rises from his seat, feeling unexplainable pain for Flame Prince, and having no pity for Prince Gumball.
"He's sick, Marshall. His brain is sick." She pulls him down.
"Yes, I can't deny that I'm upset at him, I can't deny wanting to kick his ass, but it's not completely his fault. I was looking up his 'condition' in the Infirmary's dictionary and the reason he's having these delusions isn't because he wants to, contrary to what you think. It's associated with depression and I think PG is extremely depressed." She gazes at him with her eyes piercing his with sympathy.
"Why would he be depressed?"
"The love of his life rejected him! How would you feel?" He scoots back, frightened.
"I'm sorry, Fi. I'm not good with other people's feeling really. I grew up looking out for myself and myself only." He looks apologetic, like a cowering little puppy.
"It's okay. So now you pretty much know what is going on. Now we have to fix it." She says sternly.
"How?" He scoots back close to her.
"Well, I doubt you telling him the truth isn't going to help him see reality, because it didn't work last time. Me and PB were thinking of talking him somewhere secluded where he can think and clear his head. Nobody will be around to play into his false reality anymore and he will find his inner self. It'll be all spiritual and junk." She suggests.
"That sounds like a pretty good idea compared to me giving into his little fantasy." He says.
"Yeah I agree." She pauses in thought.
"What do we do about Flame Prince?" She questions, her brain fatigued from the situation and thinking so much. There is a long silence between them.
"We have to tell him. As long as you're positive bout this." She nods.
"Of course I'm sure, Peppermint Butler has all these connections, and he's known Gumball for so long." She sighs, not wanting all of his to be real.
"So now we tell Gumball's boyfriend, who is also his ex boyfriend, that Gumball never really liked him. He just used him to make me, the guy he is inlove with, jealous. Okay, this is going to be horrible, Fi. i hate making people sad, especially innocent people." He frowns.
"We have to! It's better he knows now than for him to find out later and wonder why nobody told him, why he was fooled for so long. It's for the best, Marshall, trust me." She grins as she heads to the door where the umbrella is leaned against the wall. "Let's make this quick, okay?" Marshall nods back.