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[buryinmysound]

[Phone]

Told you so.

[Phone - Filtered to Haruko]

I believe you have something that now belongs to me.

[Phone - Filtered to Finn, Jake, and Bubblegum; Valvatorez can overhear this at the house as well]

Screw you guys. Grovel all you want, I ain't listening.

Comments

[guitarslaying]

Oh. Yeah. I got your guitar alright. Give me a minute. I'll be right over.

[buryinmysound]

Sure, whatever. Just hurry it up.

Action

[guitarslaying]

[It doesn't take very long at all.

IN a few minutes, Haruko is outside Marceline's house, bass in hand.

Which very quickly flies through Marceline's front window.]

There's your goddamn guitar!

Merry fucking Christmas!

phone; some day i'll find proper 'sad' icons for her. some day.

[sugaring]

[PSH! Like that's gonna stop her from groveling!]

Marceline...

[kjakjdf but how to even start. "I'm sorry" doesn't even begin to cover it; treating someone this important to her like shit, and then forgetting about her... NOPE NOPE NOPE no good there aren't actually adequate words in any language she knows.

LE SIGH.

Still... even if it's inadequate by several orders of magnitude, it feels like something she needs to say, if only to make sure that Marceline knows that it's true; it wouldn't un-hurt her, but knowing that your friend cares about your feelings can't be a bad thing, right?]

...I'm sorry. I'm a total butt, and you have every right to be mad.

phone; THERE HAS TO BE SOMETHING OUT THERE

[buryinmysound]

Heck yeah I do! I thought you were supposed to be smart PB. [The sudden change of address is probably pretty jarring. But Marceline is trying to cut ties with the jerks that dared to call themselves her friends, so the first step is getting rid of that familiarity.] I don't look different, I don't act different, and you just go along with the BS that "oh look we suddenly decided that dead people stay dead. These people must not be real!"?

You of all people should know that dead people - ones that didn't even really die, on that note - don't stay dead here.

[That last line is harsh. Marceline know it will probably hurt. But she doesn't care right now.]

phone; SOMEWHERE... or maybe i'll just have to make my own, sob

[sugaring]

[Jarring, yeah, but she knows she deserves it; the death comment, though... that one's like a slap in the face. Her voice turns quiet... but she's still talking, which should say something.]

...I never believed you were dead.

[The thought had chewed her mind raw, but staunch determination had held it at bay. Of course, it'd been replaced by another answer, one that was certainly more comforting, but... still allowed the town's main delusion in.]

I just thought... they'd sent you home.

[Because what else was there? She wouldn't believe Marcie was dead, and couldn't believe she was here; aside from blurring the definition of 'existence', there weren't many other conclusions for her to draw.]

phone;

[buryinmysound]

So that means you can just treat me like crud? [It's hypocritical of her to say that. She sure as hell would hate to interact with the drone versions of the people from back home -she can't refer to them as friends anymore - but still.]

I acted exactly the same. You've been here long enough to know that people act like those poo-brained drones when they're not here. So that's totally not a good excuse.

[phone]

[bittybrows]

Everyone told them so. They didn't listen.

[phone]

[buryinmysound]

Sucks for them, doesn't it. Everyone better feel like total shit after this.

[phone]

[bittybrows]

I think I want written apologies.

[Not that anyone would actually give them to her...]

[usedkeyhand]

Oh, yeah? Well- who said I was gonna grovel anyway, huh? [ Jake you're the worst at groveling. ]