Prismo had reached the Time Room once more, and the orb glew even brighter. "Prismo, I am shocked that you made it this far. Here are your rules for your next is a multi-challenge. There are multiple memories and there is a door that I hid in each one. Your job is to find the doors, by paying attention and interacting with the memories." explained Scarab. "That doesn't sound hard at all!" remarked Prismo. "Dealing with traumatizing memories won't be hard?" asked Scarab. Prismo's eyes widened, as he started to fearfully jitter.
Scarab teleported Prismo to the past. Prismo was teleported to the first memory. His first memory was of when Scarab trapped him in a tiny cube. "Sheesh, that was harsh." remarked Prismo. Past Scarab walked into the Time Room. "Oh glob!" exclaimed Prismo, quietly. "The wishmaster is not here right now. Scram!" yelled Past Scarab, with Past Prismo in his crystal. "Listen, Scrabby. That crystal is changing the course of time and I need it to save the multiverse!" exclaimed Prismo. "Only one person calls me Scrabby…" said Scarab. Prismo quickly stole the crystal. "Thanks Scrabby!" remarked Prismo.
Prismo trapped Past Scarab in an egg, and Past Prismo fell to the ground, breaking the cube he was trapped in. "Thanks, bro. What's your wish?" asked Past Prismo. "I'm not here to make a wish. Listen, this may sound odd, but I am you from the future. Have you seen a door with a portal?" remarked Prismo. "Yeah. It's in the core." replied Past Prismo.
Prismo walked through the door. He could barely handle what he saw. He was teleported to when he mourned in the Time Room at the death of Jake. He saw an older version of himself crying. "Jake! I can't exist without you!" he cried, "I don't know who I am without you!" Prismo's eyes filled with tears. He walked over to his old self, rubbing his shoulders. "It's okay." said Prismo, yet even he couldn't stop crying.
"I can't carry on! I don't know who I am without Jake!" cried the illusion. "I don't either!" sobbed Prismo. "He meant so much to me!" exclaimed Past Prismo. "And we meant so much to him!" Prismo responded. They hugged each other crying, as they mourned over their best friend. "Jake was everything to you, wasn't he?" asked Prismo. "How did you know?" sobbed Past Prismo. "Because he was everything to me! We are the same, you know, just a little different. One thing I know, because you are me, is that you will make an unauthorized universe based off of Finn and Jake, and the Scarab will find you! Whatever you do, don't hide it in Ice King's head!" cried Prismo.
"Okay!" whined Past Prismo, "For your advice, I will give you some advice in exchange. You will find the door in the portrait hall." "The portrait hall? My best memories are in there!" said Prismo, sarcastically. "Yes. The portrait hall." responded Past Prismo. Prismo walked down the portrait hall, and all the paintings were silent. He reached the end of the hall and walked into the door. He had finally got out of that sad memory.