Author's Note:
Reviewers of the Finnceline production, I have decided that this chapter will be a flashback, and because I really love the man, it will be on Marshall Lee's prospective point of view. {"No dissing, or I will end you, and I know you hate him..."}
{Marshall: HEY!
*stares at him and them back to screen*}
As I was saying before I got interuppted...this is a flashback of when they were...I would say seven years-
No, four years, of age. About a few years after the mysterious Great Mushroom War.
Enjoy, my pretty gems.
-White D.
P.S. Contains some mild language. You have been warned...
It was a spring afternoon, the sun nowhere in sight in the sky. Flames were splattered everywhere on the land like an artist throwing paint on his canvas, licking up the mess that was before them, debris of building and cars everywhere. Smoke puffed up from some places, clouding up the sky into a bright gray color.
There were two little kids playing around a fully bloomed apple tree that somehow survived the nuclear bomb as if it wasn't in ruins at all, a young boy chasing a young girl, who was screaming happily into the air.
The young boy known as Marshall Lee was chasing the girl named Marceline, playing a game of Tag. He wore a pair of ripped shorts, a red shirt and blue converses. Marceline wore a blue jumper over a green shirt, wearing a pair of worn blue ballerina flats, her bright pink socks smeared in dirt. Her hair was black as Marshall Lee's about the same length, but much longer by two inches.
Now we reach the P.O.V...
As I chased Marcy around the tree, she soon stopped at the base of the apple tree and sat down, breathless as I was. She looked at me and smiled, moving over a few inches for me to move beside her.
I nodded, and walked up and sat down, looking up at the sunless grey skies.
A moment of silence passed by, until Marcy asked me something.
"Hey, Marshie?" Marceline called me by my nickname, turning to look at me with a look of an answer on her small face.
"Yeah?" I turned to her, and looked into her black irises, which was more beautiful than any other black thing I ever saw in my life.
"Do you think that the sun will ever come out again?" she sniffled.
"..." I had no answer to that. I turned back to the sky, hoping to get some kind of answer.
As dumb as it is, I didn't get one.
"...Marshie?" she poked me on my arm. I sighed, and turned to her, lifting my hand up to put it on her shoulder.
"Mar-Mar, I...really don't know. It may be a few weeks for the sun to come out again. Months...possibly years, even." I silently shrugged.
"Then what are we gonna eat if the plants don't grow without sunlight, and the animals are wiped out?" she had a look of fear and hunger in her face, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes, her eyes becoming glassy.
"Marce...I...I..."
I really had no answer for that. We're already hungry as it is, and the only food we can get is through...
The Night O' Sphere.
Where my mother of a devil bitch works at...or so, I think. And where her father of a horrible demon is.
I guess the only place we can get food is if we die, eat each other, go through hell, or move somewhere else.
Or keep eating from the apple tree, but it must be used carefully. But that tree will wipe out if we keep eating at the pace we are now...which will be another four months.
Glob, why was I born when Mom knew something bad was gonna happen?
WHY?!
Wait. Wait just a flipping minute.
...
My dumb bastard of a mother...
She...she left me out her to rot. She never did care about me.
Never in her whole life did she show love to me. None. At all.
She never cared because Dad died, and she blamed it on me. All. On. Me.
And I didn't do anything, but the General had pushed me back, away from Dad, when I tried to keep him from leaving.
But I was a baby then, and people barely listen to babies then. People only let them eat, sleep and burp, and change their clothes and diapers...and I was only two then.
"Son, stay back!" Dad said, trying to get me off his leg, but I only clung on tighter.
"NO! WE NEED YOU, DADDY!" I screamed, closing my eyes tighter than ever until spots appeared in my darkness.
Mom was screaming in the background, crying her butt off, and didn't try to stop Dad from going.
Thanks for the help, Mom.
The General, Jackson, just stared at me with his mean glare.
He was a tall man, about 40, 42 years old, 18 years older than Dad. He was chocolate skinned, and bulky like...um...well, I'm just gonna say...something like Randy Orton from WWE, but twice as bulkier than him, his military suit molding his skin. His hat was tilted, and his mouth was in a thin line.
"Daniel, get that little kid off your leg, we have a war to win!" he yelled, his neck straining.
"I'm trying, sir. It just that, it'll disappoint him if I don't-" he was cut off by the General.
"Don't give a shit about your son!" he said, and grabbed my small head. I screamed, trying to pull his bulky fingers away from my head, my small legs swinging every way they can reach.
Mom just only cried harder, her mascara crawling down her face.
"NO!" Dad screamed, trying to get me out of his grasp. He grabbed my shirt, and pulled me away from the thick fingers that probably fractured my skull.
There was a crowd of soldiers outside the open door, watching the scene before them.
"At least he's off your leg, Daniel. We would be nothing without you." the general smirked.
If only...I can wipe that fucked up smile away from his face.
Glob, please damn this man who wants to take Dad away. Damn him, I tell you!
Dad sighed and hugged me, shushing me down, and lifted my face up to his.
"Marshall, don't worry about me. I'll be back before you know it." he said, smiling a cracked smile.
"But...but..." I stuttered, grabbing his leg and crying again.
He only sighed again and lifted my head up again.
"Marshall...if I don't come back, I want you to take care of yourself and your mother. You'll be the man of the house. Alright? Just please take care of yourself and your mother." he said, giving me a determined look.
I only nodded...slowly.
He gave me a smile, and pulled something out of his pocket. A golden locket of a kind.
"Keep this. It's for you." he said, and opened my hand, and dropped it in there, but didn't let go. "Please promise me you won't lose this in your life as long as you live."
I only gaped at him.
"Promise me." he said.
"Dad...I...I..." I gulped and took a breath, a tear falling down my cheek, "...I ROYAL promise."
He smiled.
"That's my son. Now, go take care of your mother. I'll come back for you, I promise." he leaned forward and gave his last hug.
"Royal promise?" I asked, clenching the round locket until my knuckles turned white.
"I royal promise." he said, and backed away from me, and gave me his last kiss on my forehead. He then got up, and blew a kiss to Mom, but was then pushed out by the General.
"It's time to win this fucking war." the General said, and slammed the door behind him.
I only sat there, the locket cool in my hand, tears falling down my cheek and Mom sobbing uncontrollably in the background.
Then, only did I look down at my balled up fist, but relaxed my hand and opened it to reveal a golden locket, with the name Abadeer on it. I flipped it open, and it revealed a picture of my Dad with Mom, both of them smiling at the camera, and a little message on the top part, molded in neat cursive handwriting.
"Marshall, I royal promise to you we will see each other again. Just believe in hope, and take care of your mother for me.
-Your father, Daniel Nicholas Abadeer"
And only did I collapsed to the floor, crying a waterfall of tears down my face, hugging myself into a ball.
He was never going to survive this demonized war.
But I'm over it now. I hid the locket where no one but me and Marcie will ever remember. It'll just be a while, is all...
And I liked Marcy's dad. I like her father better than mines, since Dad died through the war...and her mother died of a natural cause through the war.
Believe me, I don't know how she got in the war. I'm surprised they didn't take Mom with them. Would I ever be happier than ever.
But...Hilda...my mom...
Why is she even my mother? When she went to go live in that rotten Hell O' Sphere of a damn place, and didn't bring her own son?
Just...why?
...you know what? Damn it. Damn it all.
Damn my mother. Damn everyone, damn everything. Go let them suffer in Hell, since nobody cares about me.
Everything but Marcie and her dad, since they deeply care about me.
Damn me if you want, I don't care. It's not like we're gonna live for another ten years before another bomb takes place soon...if there is going to be another bomb since all the humans were wiped out...
I sighed, and stood up, wiping the dust from myself, Marcie doing the same.
"Where are we going?" she asked me.
I only stared off into the distance, and turned back to her, grabbing her hand.
"We're going to visit your dad for a little while." I said, and marched off into a thicket of bushes, Marcie trailing behind me.
Author's Note:
So, what do you think?
Marceline and Ice Queen: *bawling their eyes out*
White: *stares* "Babies..."
Marshall Lee: "I though I told you to not write about that..." *grumbles under breath*
Finn: "It's sad, but how come you're not crying, White?
White: "I don't cry unless I'm really happy, downright pissed, or at a funeral. Other than that, vampires don't cry. They don't show emotions. *smiles evilly*
Finn: "Wha?"
Marshall Lee: *glares at me with a pout*
White: "I think we know what to do. Leave a comment if you like..."
-White D.