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“Do you all want to know what my dad did to me? Some of you may know...others may not know. He was mean to me for half of my childhood. Almost everyday, he would yell at me about something. It would be one thing if I was doing something majorly wrong...hitting him, calling him names, drawing on the walls...whatever. But it’s another thing to get angry at me over a mistake or something minor that wasn’t meant to be a big deal. I have this thing where I sometimes become lost in my own mind, becoming unaware of the world around me. Even if I couldn’t help it, I still got in trouble for it..even when we were inside and I wasn’t in any danger because of it.”

“He would yell at me, call me names...he’s even made comments of how much easier it would’ve been for him to just ‘leave me someplace and never come back.’ He’s even brought up my dead mom...telling me she would be disappointed in me. And if he was really angry, he would call me by my first name, not the nickname that I go by. He would be up in my face. He would make me look at him in the eyes, even if it made me uncomfortable as someone with autism. Let that sink in: he was this way...with a child with a disability.”

“Even Mr. Cottontail had to face his wrath. When I was 2, I remember a time when my dad lashed out...and he tried to take Mr. Cottontail from me. I loved that rabbit, so I fought back. I refused to let go. The result was the arm that I was holding onto...was ripped clean off from the rest of Mr. Cottontail.” Marsha paused. “I tried to protect myself from my dad’s rage. I was quite possibly the most well-behaved kid you would ever meet. But I was still a kid. I wasn’t perfect. Sometimes, I would hide if I knew that my dad was going to snap at me. Eventually, I learned that if I was perfect, if I didn’t make mistakes, if I wasn’t my weird self, my dad wouldn’t have anything to be mad at me about. I forced myself to grow up.”

“I forced myself into grooming. I forced myself into becoming my dad’s heir. I didn’t like what I was learning and I always fell short of the expectations...but I forced myself to keep going. And what happens? My dad makes Marceline his heir. Oh, that’s right...his favorite child...who he abandoned. Things get worse from there. As Eris begins to take control of my mind...as my anger begins to consume me...what does my dad do? Absolutely nothing. He gave up on me. He claims himself to be all-knowing, so he should’ve know about what was happening with me. And he chose to do nothing about it. Shows you how much he ‘cares’ about me. And Val mentioned it...and Eris confirmed it...my dad eventually killed me. I died as his hands.”

“After the thing with Eris. I was done. And I knew what was coming if I had stayed. So I left, I should’ve done it a long time ago. I wasn’t coming back to the Nightosphere. My dad refers to it as ‘home’. But it’s not ‘home’. Not to me. Home is supposed to be a place where people care about you and...no one cares about me there. He didn’t seem happy when I was there anyway. He talked about how much easier it would’ve been for him if I was gone...so I guess he got his wish.”

“On Earth, before it’s Ooo, I befriend a werewolf. We communicated via sign language and we hung out underneath a tree on a hill. One night, she didn’t make our meet up because she and her family were summoning my dad. I failed to stop them and I have to watch as he sucks their souls out. My friend is gone...thanks to him.”

“All this time, he has never cared to seek me out. He seems to know where I live. He seems to know my phone number, but he never bothered...until now. Because...all of a sudden...he wants to be the good dad. Where was this ‘good dad’ back when I need him? Instead, I got this motherfucker who...! I don’t even know why he did it! Why he chose to treat me the way he did. What relief did he get taking his frustration out on a child with disabilities?!”

“Now, all of a sudden, my dad wants to spend time with me. He comes around with his ‘sorries’ and ‘you know that I love you’ and ‘the amulet made me say those things’...it’s all bullshit! I have nightmares! Every night! Most of them...are about him! There are certain sights and sounds and even phrases that just set me off. One time, with Voltaire...when he pulled me to his face...I found myself back in the Nightosphere. I was a small child again underneath the wrath of my dad...him in my face, just like Voltaire. Bad reactions, like that, often end with panic attacks. I’ve learned how to control myself sometimes...but other times, I can’t stop it. A ‘sorry’ isn’t going to make me magically forgive and forget what he did.”

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@musesdotcom

So many Adventure Time muses right here! And the dedications that Bats puts into these characters! I just love the interactions Marsha has with Hunson and Chicle escpecially!

@vintagevioletco

I’ve only heard about and seen videos on We Happy Few, but I just love this WHF OC! This is Marsha’s mother-figure right here!

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