Epilogue

"Jake, I'm home!"

Constantine held onto his black umbrella, following Finn into the Tree Fort. At first he thought Finn was joking when the made it over the hill. Not that he thought it was weird or anything like that, it was because of its sure size. He didn't know any kind of person with need of that much space; did Finn get lonely when he was home, or did he like being alone?

The two of them walked quietly into the front room, full of gold and treasure. Who would leave all of their valuables where anybody could walk right in and take them?

Finn led him up the ladder to a small mud room that reached into what must have been his attic judging by all the trash.

"What the…" Finn said, "Jake, you lazy dog!" He kicked empty cups and boxes out of the way for them to walk through.

Constantine spotted a crescent shaped red couch with a ripped painting of a woman above it through all of the junk.

"Jake!" Finn threw down his huge pack, and climbed into a cubby hole that had ladder, "Jake, where are you?! ANSWER ME, DOG!"

Constantine hovered above the couch, clearing just enough space for him to sit down. Finn's home was weird.

It wasn't until several minutes later did he come back down in the arms of a fat dog.

"Marceline?" The dog dropped Finn in a pile of trash, "What happened to your hair?"

Constantine frowned, and embarrassed, brought his eyes down to the floor boards. Was his hair too shaggy, did he need a haircut? He knew that that Shampoo stuff couldn't be trusted, his hair wasn't fine in texture like it said on the bottle.

"Jake, can we talk?" Finn asked quickly, nodding to the door way.

Jake could not have had a more confused look, but reluctantly followed Finn into what he later found to be the Weapon Room.

He knew they went into the other room to speak in private, but Constantine was still a vampire and could hear everything they would say, whether he liked it or not.

The dog asked "Dude, where have you been?"

"The…" He hesitated, " the Cloud Forest."

"Why did it take so long?!"

They went on, "a month or more"? But it "only felt like a week". Was Jake "kidding"?

But then Finn stopped, "Wait! Aren't you a daddy?!"

And in a moment, Jake broke down in rattling sobs.

He had "been gone for a month", things had "happened".

"What about Lady?"

"She's fine… kind of…"

Constantine was busy listening in when a fat little white zombie poodle came trotting into the room, and onto his lap. The thing started licking his face and barking happily until he shoved it away to keep it quiet.

"Where is she?"

"Upstairs, but let me tell her that y'guys are here first."

Finn hummed, "I think we'll stop by the Candy Kingdom before that, to see Bubblegum? We'll be back later."

"Bubblegum is better by the way," Jake said, sniffling a bit.

Bubblegum. Why would Constantine want to see her, what did she have to do with him?

He squinted his eyes at the poodle, wagging its tail and staring at him with wide eyes.

He hated dogs.

"This doesn't make much sense, Finn." She said, rolling her chair away from the computer screen, "Actually, it doesn't make sense at all."

Finn sighed, taking his eyes off Constantine, and instead looking to Bubblegum, "What part of it?"

She frowned heavily, "It's just what happened that doesn't make sense."

"Do you want me to explain again?" Constantine groaned from across the room, falling heavily in a pink armchair, slouching down as far as he could without falling out.

The princess sighed, uncrossing her legs and leaning forward to the both of them, "But please let me try to understand this," She swiveled in her seat to the immortal, "You are telling me that your name is Constantine, you have lived in the Cloud Forest as long as you can remember, and your father is somewhere far, far away and you have no memory of him?"

"Yes!" He sunk down further into the chair.

She then turned to Finn who was standing lonely in the center of the lab, "And you're saying that this is Marceline, but she's just a little bit confused?"

Finn shrugged, blushing when Constantine groaned loudly and began glaring at him.

She leaned back in her seat and crossed her legs again, "I'm not Freud, but if I could take some scans and ask more, that could help?"

"Scans of what?" Constantine switched to glaring at her.

She knocked on the side of her head with knuckles, "Just of your skull and brain, to check for trauma…"

His eyes narrowed, "You think I hit my head?"

Bubblegum's eyes drifted to the ceiling, "Well…"

He launched out of his chair, "You think I'm crazy?" No one responded. "I'm not insane!"

"It's just for-" Finn started.

"I'M NOT CRAZY!"

"Dude, would you-"

"I'm not crazy, Bonnibel!" He shouted, gasping to hold back tears, "I'm not, okay?! I know I'm not! If I was crazy could I have even survived in there?!" His hands were brought to his chest with a slap, "I would be DEAD, Finn would be dead!" Constantine pointed at the human, "You don't even know what was hiding in there! You don't know how many people I had to kill, how many things tried to kill me!"

Bubblegum stood slowly, cautiously "Please, Constantine, let me at least make sure that nothing else is wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong with me! I'm fine, I promise!"

Bubblegum gave him this saddened, motherly smile, folding her hands over her stomach, looking as if she herself were to cry as well, "Alright."

Finn stood tenser than ever, very lost.

Constantine took a deep breath, gaze falling to the tiled floor, wiping under his eyes hastily.

She took his arm, and led him out of the room calmly, asking him if he was hungry.

Immediately, Finn collapsed into the then vacant wheely-chair.

How had that even happened? Did PB suddenly not believe him, and went with Constantine's side instead? Wasn't it obvious who he… she, was?

Finn sighed, leaning back further.

His crystal blue eyes wandered off to the few possessions the vampire refused to leave behind in the Tree Fort.

An Axe-Bass, and a little notebook…

If the Bass didn't admit when Constantine wouldn't, nothing did!

Finn moaned noisily, throwing his legs out so the heels of his sneakers made a clapping sound.

He stared for a long time at those 2 objects sitting in the armchair.

How could Marceline not remember?

He eventually had to get up as he butt started to fall asleep, so instead he went over to them, picking up the journal.

Finn had asked what it was days ago; Constantine told him that he didn't know. Where was the key to it, he said he didn't remember. Had he ever opened it- no.

Finn toyed with the silver lock, no bigger than his thumb nail.

There were probably lots of secrets and stories written on its pages. He was probably mentioned in it a load of times when Marceline was still Marceline.

He pursed his lips, trying to bend the covers back to see through to the pages.

The tension, he supposes, was too much after only a minute when he'd gotten enough space to make out the first letters before the little lock burst off the hook and went flying somewhere.

Finn dropped the notebook as if it had burned his hands brutally.

He picked the book up again, quickly flipping to the only dog-eared page near the back, which happened to be the last entry.

Dear reader,

If you are in fact being a reader, you didn't have trouble finding the key… I don't see how that could have happened, unless you decided to smash my bass…

Reader, you need to burn this book and burry the ashes because if I read this- things would be really bad for whoever I become (unless you're like, really supportive and willing to help me through it).

The Cloud Forest is pretty much known for driving people insane with mad loneliness, which is kinda why I'm going here.

Um, yeah. I'm not going to remember much, so if for some reason I need to, like need to, then this little book should be real helpful.

Thanks to much.

Finn brought the book down, skimming over it again.

And again.

And again.

"Oh, you're still in here? I was just coming for my bass." Constantine said from the doorway, strolling in. Finn stayed silent, watching him as he came up to see what he was reading. Constantine's eyebrows pulled together, "What is this?" He tore Finn's hand away to look at the cover. "I… oh…"

Finn handed them the book, and left them to read.

Thank you all for reading and reviewing.

This is my last story for Adventure Time for at least a year or more (I'm planning to some back someday).

This story has taken me way too long to write, MONTHS? Almost a year… wow… what have I done with myself…

But anyway, still thank you all, I hope this has resolved all confusion. Still confused, no…? Was it not clear enough what happened to Jake's babies or…? Why is everybody in this story crying…?

*Sigh* Thank you again!

-The MasterHama