Chapter Seven

Finn's P.O.V.

Something weird was definetly going on. Marceline was acting all weird and dreamy; Fionna and Cake were bouncing around like wackos. That Marshall Lee dude was sulking more than ever, PB was all giggly and gossiping with Jake and Lady and LSP suddenly, and PG was really happy and less… I dunno, just less… depressed, I guess. It seemed me and Lord Monochromicorn were the only two not in the loop of what was happening.

I asked Marceline later and she laughed, happier than I'd ever seen her. "Finn, I'll explain when you're older, 'kay, Buddy?" She fist-bumped me.

"Uh… okay." I said uncertainly.

She looked up, seemingly startled by something behind me. "Gotta go bye." She blurted out quickly, dissapearing by turning invisible.

I glanced behind me to see Marshall, looking like he was about to murder someone. He glared at me. "Where'd she go?"

"I-I dunno." I shrugged.

"Typical. The little brat doesn't even tell her friends where she nicks off to." He muttered, and I felt indignant on Marcy's behalf.

"Hey, what is your beef with her? She's a totally algebraic dame." I pointed out.

"It's something I'm not gonna share with a mortal." He said condescendingly.

"Fi's a mortal. You talk to her heaps. You seem to be really good friends."

"That's different!" He shouted.

"Yikes, calm down, Floaty." I narrowed my eyes. "Seriously, why can't you just be nice to your sister? She's trying really hard to get your approval, and you just act like she's the kind of hipster doofus you seem to be, but worse."

"Whatever. She ruined something, so now I'm ruining something for her."

"What? What did she ruin?" I blinked. Marceline could be a little over-the-top, but she wasn't destructive or anything.

"My relationship with my mom!" He roared suddenly. "Me and Mom were perfectly happy until she started going to school and stuff, and whenever I tried to hang out with her, 'Not now, Marshall, I'm helping Marceline,' 'I'm making something for Marceline,' 'Quiet, you'll wake up Marceline.'"

Woah. This guy had serious mommy issues. "Dude, she's trying, and you're ruining her entire life with this crap. Sure, your mom was helping her- because she was younger! Didn't you get help with that when you were little?"

"Yeah, and Marceline took it all away from me!"

"No, you took it all away from you by being a jealous older brother. Dude, I didn't even know my mom. I was found in the wild and raised by dogs! So cry me a river, build me a bridge, and get over it!"

Marshall just froze. I silently begged God to release me from my sins and let me hava a happy afterlife in the crystal dimension.

"You know what, Pipsqueak? You're actually right. I guess I'll stop being so horrible to her." I relaxed, and a devillish grin spread across his face. "I'll take it all out on you instead."

I squeaked, "What?!"

He burst out laughing. "I'm kidding, you idiot!"

"Uh… bros?" I offered my fist.

"Bros, dude." He bumped it.