Memories

by Aripeace

Fionna and Gumball have started dating, and Marshall is astonished, but he is determined to win his girl back. And how exactly is he going to do that? By making her remember all the good times they've had together.

3. Gonna Make Her Remember

Haaaayyyy what's up? Okay, here's the biz. I will try to update at least twice a week and probably more. Thank you to these awesome donuts who decided to review:CoolPort, JuneIsAMonth18, Obsessed Phangirl, and xLastOneStandingx. Really, you are too kind. I jump up and down every review I get. Keep them coming please!

Here it is! Chapter 3!

Marshall's POV

I looked down at the damage I had caused to myself. I tore the skin and it burned really bad. My hands turned into fists again and almost puched the cave again, but I thought better of it and walked myself inside. I opened the closet and took out the first aid kit, then took out the gauze and wrapped my hands in it. Even though I healed fast, it's better not to lose any blood... that's what Fionna always said at least...Fionna...

What happened to me and Fionna? We were so tight... and then it was taken away by that beast. Does she remember our jam sessions? Did she forget that her treehouse was a gift from me? Has she forgotten...me...? Hah, probably.

Gumball. I like to refer to him as an it. IT took away Fionna. IT took away my dignity. IT took away my undead life. I can't even begin to explain my rage for him.

I feel like i'm going to cry again.

I'm going to make Fionna remember. Even if it kills me. Even if it kills Gumball.

What time is it... midnight?

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I opened the door and flew the shortcut to the treehouse. Damn, forgot my bass. U-turn and another U-turn and yep, I am good. Ahhhh... fresh air. Wait, why do I care? I can't even breathe! Eh, I guess it's still good to be out though.

Passing trees... more more trees, tree , tree, tree. Then I pass a certain tree that brings back some memories. That was the weeping willow me and Fionna laid under watching the stars. Weeping willow watching the stars... that sounds like some good lyrics. Doesn't it? We used to lay there once a week, every Saturday.

Anyways, I made it to the treehouse without breaking a sweat. I looked up and saw the window leading to Fionna's room. It was open. I flew up and into the open window. And there, standing in front of me, was a very surprised looking Fionna there, with the, even more surprised, pink excuse of a trash bag.