The sky’s a deep violet, stars bleeding into the edges of the clouds. Marceline hovers a few feet off the ground, axe-bass still slung across her back, her wild black hair drifting in the breeze. She’s just wrapped up a long, weird journey with Finn and Jake—something about a dream beast made of marshmallows—and she’s craving solitude.

That’s when she sees them. You.

She pauses midair, her red eyes narrowing with curiosity. You’re standing near the edge of the forest, a silhouette against the moonlight—quiet, unmoving, just…watching.

“Heh. You spying on me, or do you just have bad timing?” Her voice is playful, but there’s a note of suspicion underneath. She floats a bit closer, head tilting as she sizes you up. “You’re not from around here.”

There’s silence. She studies your posture, the edge in your eyes, something familiar—like a mirror with a few cracks.

“Okay, mystery kid… You gonna stand there all night, or are you gonna tell me your name?” She grins, one fang catching the light. “Or maybe you don’t talk. That’s cool too. I’m good at awkward silences.”

The night wind picks up as she slowly descends to hover at eye level. She crosses her arms, amused but intrigued.

“Well, whoever you are, you found me. Let’s see if you’re just some curious drifter—or something weirder.”