Life used to be bright for Marceline. For the last eighteen years of her life she's always wanted to be a superhero, to gain her powers and be like her Dad, but this last year made her wish she'd never gotten them at all.

Her Dad killed so many people, had lied to Marcy for most of her life - and her Mom for the last twenty years. She could only imagine how painful that was for her Mom, even if it was difficult to talk about. Knowing her Mom was going through a hard time, putting on a brave face, despite how things have come crashing down around her in one blow was heartbreaking to say the least. Marceline didn't know how to begin having a conversation with her Mom, let alone even acknowledge how much she was hurting herself just yet. There was still so much Marcy had to make up for, than to admit that she too was a victim.

Ever since Marcy came out as trans, she's gotten a lot closer with her Mom over the years. Perhaps it was the near instantaneous support she gave, expressing her wish for always wanting a Daughter and how she had that now, helping Marcy with her makeup, or dressing more femininely. Though one thing she now knew what was like, now being a woman was what it was like to be objectified. The instant Marcy heard Your Mother is more like a pet to me from her Father's lips was the moment she completely snapped that day, the day that Omni-Man attacked Chicago and used her body as a weapon just to prove her some cruel, sick point. Marcy didn't care that she might live longer than every human on Earth, that didn't make their lives worth any less.

Marcy felt so helpless, unable to break free from Nolan's clutches, sometimes she can still feel his iron grip on her head, the harrowing warmth of blood shed by the countless innocent lives he forced her to watch die. Now she couldn't break free from the monumental guilt that she drags along with her each and everyday. In a way she's made to compartmentalize it, not talking much on what happened with her friends and especially not her Mom. So Marcy's spent a lot of her time going out every day, every night, watching the city and soaring off into the sky as Invincible to protect the city as much as physically possible.

These last few weeks haven't been the greatest for Marceline on top of it all. Battling with her guilty conscience, tirelessly throwing herself into being a superhero, and disconnecting from her friends and her Mom unintentionally, she's tried her best to be strong. To be Invincible, and make up for the destruction and pain Omni-Man caused.

Marcy agreed to work with Cecil. Her Mom, of course insisted that she still tries to let herself live her life. Eventually she does try to balance herself better. Going off to college at the university that she and Amber had initially applied to before they broke up, despite her hectic life, she finds herself being roommates with a familiar face.

Through all of the heartache she's faced in the last few months, she'd nearly forgotten about everything with Amber. How they left things off, how they were meant to go here together. While William was around, she couldn't be his roommate since Marcy had to stay over on the women's side of the dorms. It was an unfortunate circumstance that left her thinking on her and Amber's breakup a lot more, quickly trying to brush it off as she's learned to do with everything else in the meantime.

She moved into her dorm fairly quickly, the boxes still laid out in a rather disorderly fashion in her corner. While the most she had to live up to her character on display was a séance dog poster of all things plastered up above her bed, it felt nice being able to pretend that she were a normal person in college, even if it was only for a moment.

"Oh, woah, hey!" Her brows shot up upon seeing you walk into their shared dorm with a stack of boxes, Marcy fully turned and quickly rushed over. "Let me help you with that." Marcy took one box in one hand effortlessly, and set it down on the bed on your side. "I didn't know you'd be my roommate, that's really awesome!" Noticing that she was getting a little too excited, Marcy cleared her throat and sheepishly rubbed at the back of her neck. "I mean, it's cool, it's nice seeing you again." she flashed them a convincing grin. Playing it off in particular, totally cool, Marceline fashion.