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At Marshall's House

Marshall dragged himself out of bed and hit the showers, he thought about what had happened a week ago between his mom, Fionna, and him. He closed his eyes and saw her smiling, he shot them back open and sighed.

'Why can't she just go away. She's just a dumb girl.' He thought as he squirted out some shampoo and scrubbed his hair.

He let the warm water and suds flow down his body. The shower was really the only place Marshall had no care...besides his actual personality. It's like when he felt the warmth every problem he every had disappeared. He finally finished up, and stepped out. He wrapped a towel around his waist and floated to his closet.

"Plaid. No. What is this? No. Sweatshirt? Sure." He said as he picked out a gray sweatshirt with one stripe of yellow on each arm and a picture of a yellow dog in the center. He slipped on some blue skinny jeans and some red converse shoes, and floated down into the kitchen. He opened the fridge and took out a red apple, then sucked the red from it. Marshall turned and sighed as he slid down from the fridge until he sat with his knees up in front of it.

"It's annoying how much I care,

I want to see you, should I dare?

This feeling inside,

Brings me alive.

I thought you could feel it,

But I was wrong and I took the hit.

Now I want you outta my mind,

Or is this just the hurt hiding the kind."

Marshall sang as he put his head down and sighed. "Why'd this have to go and be so complicated."

"I tried to tell you yesterday Marshall."

He looked up and saw his mom. "Back for a second visit?" He asked as he stood up.

"A visit? Dear no. More like a repo."

"Oh yeah? And that would be?"

"You. Grab your things we're leaving." His mother gracefully stated as she strutted into the living room.

"What!? No! I'm not leaving with you!" He screamed as he followed behind her.

"Oh. But you are. You see, you have no option because number one I am your mother and number two mother knows best darling." She circled him and began to play with his hair.

Marshall swatted her away and thought about it. 'I have no one else. Maybe going back won't seem so bad. But what about Fionna? Screw it...she doesn't want me anyways.'

"Remember darling, we haven't much longer. Decide now." She reminded him as she could see his mind swarming with thoughts and arguments.

He said nothing, he just floated upstairs stuffed everything in his suite case, grabbed his axe bass guitar and stood beside his mother.

"I knew you'd listen to mother dear. Come! We have much to do." She hissed as she dragged Marshall away.

'Bye aaa. Bye house. Bye freedom. But most importantly...bye Fionna.' Marshall thought as he followed his mom.

Back At Fionna's

'Why did I ever think that a guy like him would change.' Fionna thought as she layed on the couch drowned by tissues.

"I'm making pancakes, want some?" Cake asked as she frowned at the sight of her poor baby.

"I just want to be left alone to die.." Fionna said as dramatic as possible.

Cake smelled the air and cringed her face up. "Baby you ain't gonna die alone. But I think something died in your blankets."

Fionna just moaned and rolled over. She didn't want to talk to anyone, she didn't want to be bothered...but more surprisingly she didn't want to go on a adventure. She just layed against the cushion of the couch until she closed her eyes and fell asleep. In her dreams everything was fine. Marshall was holding her and they were smiling at each other. It was like nothing even mattered. She could see that the world stopped when he put his arms around her. Then it all faded a nightmare came. Marshall had left Fionna and Fionna was falling into a endless dark abyss.

"AAAAAAAHHHH! NO!" She screamed in her sleep as she shifted from left to right.

"Fionna!?" Cake yelled shaking her.

Fionna woke up and shot up. She looked around with sweat drizzling from her face.

"I can't take this! I have to see him!" Fionna yelled as she jumped from the couch and let all the tissues roll off of her.

"No your not. He hurt you enough." Cake said as her tail puffed up.

"Cake you don't understand. I had this nightmare that he was gone...and I just kept falling and falling, with no end." Fionna explained as a single cold tear rolled down her face.

Cake pushed Fionna back down and strapped her to the couch. "Your not going no where." She hissed.

Fionna just sat there. She was upset that Cake didn't trust her. She couldn't do anything but wait for night, besides that's when Marshall is really up and awake. She wanted to see him and she was hoping he felt the same. But a knock at the door broke her thoughts.

"I'll get it." Cake called as she ran to the door.

"It's not like you have a choice." Fionna mumbled under her breath.

"Why hello. Is Fionna here?" It was Prince Gumball.

"Yes. Just come in she's tied up in things." (Author's Note: Deja Vu from Chapter 2)

Gumball walked in and saw Fionna tied up and on the couch.

"My my Fionna. Are you okay?"

"Do I look okay?" She growled, so not in the mood to see him.

"Fionna!" Cake yelled.

"Sorry. What's up dude?"

"Well. I stopped by to see if you wanted to bake brownies or watch a movie?"

"Err thanks but no thanks I'm just not in the mood."

"Mhm." Cake coughed as she darted her eyes at Fionna.

"Oh...I see." Gumball said as he sadly began on his way.

"You know what, maybe just one movie." Fionna said as she faked her smile.

Prince Gumball went into his shirt and pulled out a dvd (Author's Note: He has a pocket on the inside) that read Cupcake Wars. Fionna thought it sounded cool, but she soon found out it was just a baking show.

'Ugh. Why me?' She asked in her mental thoughts as she watched Creg bake a ostrich out of cupcakes.

"Excited?" Gumball asked as he could barely hide his excitement.

"Sure dude." Fionna was totally lying she thought this was totally lame.

She couldn't wait for him to leave and for Cake to fall asleep, cause when they did she was sneaking out to see Marshall. Something about that dream felt real to her..

The Night O'Sphere

"The King has arrived and he is home to stay!" Rebecca Abadeer yelled as all the monsters and demons cheered Marshall's name.

Marshall gave them a half smile and waved. To be honest it felt good to be back, but at the same time he wanted to be in Aaa.

"Come on boy. Let's settle you in." His mother said as she grabbed his suit case and leaded him into this palace.

She walked down a long hallway and into this big room.

"Everything is the same." Marshall said as he smiled and belly flopped onto his bed.

"I never touched it." She replied setting his bags down.

"Wow. Hambo!" He screamed as he jumped up and grabbed him off the beanbag in the corner.

She smiled and left her boy to roam the room. He was running around the room looking at things, remembering, and laughing. But all that seized when there was a knock at the door.

"Marshall?" It called through the wooden door.

"Who is it!?" Marshall yelled as he stuck his ear to the door.

"It's me. Marceline." The girl responded. (Author's Note: Marceline will be the only character from the original Adventure Time appearing in my story)

"Marceline?" Marshall whispered to himself. He wasn't quite sure who the girl was but he let her in. "Come in I guess."

The girl came in...she looked pretty. She had long black hair with dark green eyes. She wore a red tank top, blue skinny jeans, and high brown boots.

"Hey remember me?" She asked as she floated over and grabbed Hambo.

"No. And don't touch that!" Marshall screamed as he ripped Hambo from the girl.

"Wow. You have been gone for a long time. Don't you remember anything? I am your wife."

Marshall dropped Hambo, he was shocked and angry.

"Get out! Your lying! I'm not married1"

"Not yet silly. A long time ago your mom hand picked your bride to be."

"What!? Mom!" He hissed as his mother barged into his room.

"Darling what is it, mommy is busy?" She asked as she pretended to be famished.

"This Jezebel is telling me she is my bride to be!" Marshall screamed as he awaited an answer.

"Why she is right. You WILL marry this girl." She replied as she dusted herself off.

"I knew coming back here would be a mistake! I am NOT marrying her." Marshall growled at his mother.

"YES YOU ARE. YOUR MARRIAGE IS SCHEDULED FOR A WEEK FROM TODAY. GET TO KNOW HER!"And with that she stomped out and left the two alone.

"Woah. That was...intense. So what's up?" Marceline asked as she smiled at Marshall.

Marshall just picked up Hambo, sighed, and plopped down in the beanbag. He wondered how everyone was back at Aaa...even King of The Dorks Gumball.

With Fionna

Gumball finally left and know she waited for Cake to fall asleep. Which couldn't be much longer because it was only ten and Cake went to bed at ten thirty every night. But something unusual happened...she turned in early!

"Hey baby I'm gonna go to bed."Cake yawned as she walked up the steps.

'That's weird.' Fionna thought as she waited just four more minutes until she was absolutely sure Cake was asleep. She slipped on some shoes an quickly slid out the door. She ran through the night sky dodging anything in her way. It was kind of creepy if you asked her.

"Please be there. I mean where else could he go?"Fionna asked herself as she continued to run.

She was halfway there when she rain into LSP.

"Hold on Kevin." He said as he pulled the phone from his ear. "Hey Fionna. Where are you going?"

"I could ask you the same. But really I'm going to see Marshall." She said as she stood up and dusted herself off.

"He's not gonna be there, yeah. He left with his mom...I guess he went back..'

"To the Night O'Sphere!" Fionna gasped.

"Yeah." LSP said as he continued to float away talking on his phone.

Fionna ran to his house. She bused the door open. All his clothes were gone, even his axe bass. But the furniture was all still there. She broke down, she fell to her knees onto the carpet and screamed.

"No! No! No! He's gone! He really is!" She cried as cold salty tears ran down her face.

The dream was connected to him, it really was trying to tell her something. She finally stood up and walked through his house. The only memory she had was when she was sent to retrieve him. She smiled at the thought. She then ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. She was sad that everything of his was gone. She layed back on the bed and closed her eyes. She never truly understood the feeling of being alone until tonight. She contemplated as she layed on Marshall's bed. She could tell he didn't wash them because they smelt just like him still. She wrapped herself up in them and fell asleep. Even in her dreams she still didn't want to believe that Marshall was one. And it was all her fault.