A/N: Well, seeming as how I've been writing Kung Fu Panda for so long, I thought I'd try another anthropomorphic series. Well… of course some of the characters aren't animals, but you get the point. LOL Hope you enjoy this new series.

And the names of Carrie's parents are from GuitarGuy12345's fanfic, they are used with permission.

One last thing, this is just a side-fic. Just something I'm going to write when writers block hits me for my others stories. Nothing too serious in here, no combat or anything that I have planned so far. And when I say combat, I mean nothing like my Kung Fu Panda fics where it's all out war and stuff. If anything, the only thing that would happen are just a few fights. But anyways, here's the story:

Carrie looked at the High School as she passed it, just one more year and then she would be free of that prison. She gave a small smile as she silently chuckled at that thought, Elmore High was exactly as she said it was. You could never get away with anything there, they had buckled down on the rules until basically you could get disciplined for chewing gum in the hallway. Granted that chewing gum was not allowed, but still, it was the simple fact of just popping the gum in your mouth and you would get automatic out of school suspension.

There was a cause for that, the teachers and Principal were just worried another crisis would happen, the same as two years ago. True while the accident did not occur at the school, the Board of Education reasoned that if it could happen where it did, it could happen anywhere. Even after the store had been shut down the school still refused to lighten up on the punishments. And then there was Gumball…

Carrie still had no idea where Gumball was, he had been missing ever since Summer started. She had tried getting ahold of him through his cell phone and even going at his old house, seeing if he went there, but no such luck. She mentally berated herself for thinking that when she stopped there, why would he have gone there?

She'd heard whispers around some of the women in Elmore that Gumball was fighting depression by boozing it up in the local club and it pissed Carrie off to no end. Every time she snuck into the bar to look for him, he was nowhere to be found. And whenever she asked if any of the workers had seen a sapphire furred cat, they always replied that they hadn't. Obviously they were hiding the fact they had seen him around and the workers were told by him to not reveal where he was. But that was only her assumption…

Jamming her hands into her hoodie pockets, she sighed and leaned against a tree… only to go straight through it and ended up looking up at the sky as she began to float laying down. She sighed, focusing her attention at said sky as the clouds flitted about in the heavens, as it was quite windy today. Upon turning seventeen, Carrie was gifted with a full body equivalent to what she would have appeared if she were still alive. She could now eat and she could actually feel the world around her. It was as if she were really alive again…

But yet every time she looked in the mirror, she was reminded with the fact that she was dead.

Her hair had grown out a bit more than when she was a kid. It still only covered the one eye though, and she had traded out the skull hair clip for a simple black one with no design. She retrieved her cell phone from her pocket, dialing Gumball's number again. They had gotten really close two years ago, but now… where the hell was he? Summer was almost over. Did he plan on coming back to school?

…Or even back into her life?

"We are sorry, this number has been disconnected due to overdue billing. Goodbye." a computerized voice answered her call then clicked to the dial tone. Great, now hi cell phone was out of order.

"Damn it…" Carrie flipped her phone shut, shoving it in her pocket. "Where are you, Gumball…?"

Shaking her head, she stood up and continued on her way down the sidewalk toward her house. Night was falling fast, but what bad could that bring her? She was dead, even though she could reach out and touch things, she wasn't tangible unless she made herself so.

That meant a mugging was out. She smiled and allowed herself a soft chuckle, then frowned, looking at what remained of the Watterson house. Unbeknownst to her, she had clenched her hands into fists as she ran her eyes over the ruined home.

The few times she had slept next to Gumball for the night to comfort the cat, she could hear him in his sleep. Whispering, crying…

If she still had her heart, well… figuratively she still had one, but that's besides the point. Her heart would have shattered at how… helpless he made himself sound. He kept blaming himself for what had happened. In reality, while some say it was his fault, Carrie knew for a fact it wasn't. True, she wasn't there, but she knew Gumball enough and trusted him enough to believe his words. They had known each other for years, she was a trusted friend, a best friend. Pretty much the only one he had left after the accident, since everyone had simply blamed him. Penny was sympathetic at first, but when she learned of what happened, she wanted nothing to do with the poor guy.

That pissed her off to no end. After all that flirting back and forth between those two, she had to be a bitch and believe everyone else and not him. Carrie had been for him, and he was most thankful because when he had no one else, she was there for him. Not even Gumball's grandmother 'Jojo' wanted him, she blamed and disowned him. And Anais had been in a coma ever since those horrific events…

He had very near no family left… so Carrie had offered for him to live with her, and thankfully he agreed. They'd 'lived' (Of course at her parent's place) together under the same roof for two years, but then one night, right after summer break began, he never came home and Carrie's family, as well as herself, assumed the worst. They'd been out all night and till dawn looking for him, and nothing. Her parents told Carrie that Gumball was troubled and probably needed some time alone, and that placated her worries.

For only a day…

She went stir-fry crazy, she just felt so empty because none of her so-called 'friends' wanted to talk to her since she had 'fraternized' with Gumball. They weren't her real friends anymore, so she basically told them to shove it. Besides her sisters and parents, Gumball was all she had left. They were similar in that way, they had each other. And now he's missing, as far as she knew. Either missing, or he just didn't want to be found or…

Don't think like that, Carrie. She chastised herself.

Training her eyes to the sidewalk, she continued on her way toward her house. Opening her front door and closing it behind her, she was greeted by her mother, who smiled warmly at her.

"…No luck tonight, either." Carrie mumbled and Mrs. Booregard's expression changed.

"Oh honey…" She brought her daughter into an embrace. "I'm sure your boyfriend is out there somewhere. Don't worry, he'll be back, I promise."

"He's not my boyfriend, Mom!" Carrie shook her head, pushing away from the hug. "And you've been saying that for the last month and a half, face it, he's never coming back!"

Before her mother could even respond, the young apparition went through the ceiling and up to her room, collapsing onto her bed in a heap of silent sobs. Why the hell did he leave her all alone? Didn't he care?

She closed her eyes shut tightly and turned away from her door as it creaked open slowly, light from the hallway spilling into her dark bedroom illuminated only by the moonlight.

"…Carrie…" she heard a soft voice call out to her and she stopped crying at once. She slowly opened her eyes, staring at the wall at first, afraid if she turned around, he would vanish.

"…G-Gumball…?" Carrie asked in a quiet voice. "Is that you?"

"Yes..."

She sat up in the bed, turning her head. Carrie's mouth opened in a silent scream and her eyes widened. Gumball had a grotesque appearance, his right eye hung from the socket by the optic nerve. His left eye had sunken into his head and was glowing with an eerie yellow fire. His teeth were rotted yellow and what remained were sharpened decaying points as he smiled at her. His body seemed to be undergoing the process of decaying itself, as his skull was visible where his right ear should have been, his ribs were visible and his intestines were hanging out of his stomach. He raised a hand to her, long yellow claws and he was missing a few fingers.

Behind him was her entire family, sadistic grins and glowing red eyes.

"…I have come for you…" he rasped, lunging toward her.

Carrie woke up screaming at the top of her… well, ghostly lungs. She fell back down onto her bed and curled up in the fetal position and was trembling all over. Her doorway burst open and her parents and sisters came running - er - floating in. Well they have legs so it would technically be classified as running.

"Sweetie, are you okay? What happened? Did someone try to break in?" Her father asked worriedly, lightly touching her shoulder.

"…N-No, I'm not fine and no…" Carrie croaked out, trying to control her shaking.

"What's wrong, Carrie?" Mrs. Booregard sat next to her, stroking the hair out of her daughters face so she could look into both eyes. She gently sat her up and hugged her, rocking her back and forth.

"…B-Bad dream…" Carrie answered quietly and her parents exchanged worried looks. Her sisters decided to go fix some drinks up to calm everyone down.

"What happened in the dream sweetie?" Mr. Booregard asked softly. "You don't have to tell us if-"

"…I had a nightmare about Gumball." Carrie started, and then proceeded to tell them about her dream. After she was done, as there wasn't really much to tell in the first place, her parents were silent for a long minute until her sisters brought in some cups of hot cocoa.

"…Thanks Maddie…" Carrie said quietly, taking a small sip of the drink. Her youngest sister smiled and nodded, while the middle sister, Abby just frowned.

"You going to look for him right now?" Abby asked and Carrie nodded. While their parents frowned.

"Not at this hour, honey. I know we're all dead, but still, we're your parents and you have a curfew." Her mother told her.

"Mom, I'm 17 years old, can't I at least stay out past midnight? Besides, it's Summer vacation." Carrie argued. "Please Mom, let me go out tonight and look again. Please."

"Carrie, you-" Mr. Booregard started.

"You can go." Her mother finished, cutting her husband off. He gave her a glance but Mrs. Booregard nodded. "Come on girls, it's time for you to go to bed."

Abby and Maddie looked at their mother as she led them toward their respective bedrooms. "But we're ghosts, why do we need to sleep?"

"A ghoul like you needs her beauty rest." Mrs. Booregard said, whisking them off to bed.

After they had been put in their respective rooms, the Booregards looked at their daughter for a minute then hugged her. She reveled in the embrace, trying to rid herself of the horrible image from her nightmare as she finally calmed down. "Good luck, I'm sure you'll find him."

Carrie nodded. "I know I will, one way or another, he's coming home tonight. Thanks Mom, thanks Dad."

They both nodded, and with that, Carrie exited her room through the window so fast that if you would have blinked, she would have been there one second and gone the next. For a long while, there was nothing to be said. Her parents knew exactly what was going through her mind, she had found her soul mate and simply did not want to admit it yet. Would Gumball return those feelings? After everything the two had been through, it seemed very likely.

"She's a lot like you when we were young, Mirabelle." Carrie's father said.

"She gets her denial from you, Illusius. She forgets she talks in her sleep, I keep hearing her talk about Gumball. I just hope that boy hasn't gotten himself in trouble." Carrie's mother replied.

"I'm sure he's fine. No matter what, Gumball always had his heart in the right place."

A young sapphire furred cat was walking toward Elmore's bar. He looked up at the familiar neon sign and rolled his neck around, hearing a few pops. Straightening his Union jacket, he weaved his way through the crowd to get past the bouncer but he was stopped roughly, his only achievement of trying to enter the bar being a small glimpse of the familiar bar he frequented.

"Whoa, not so fast buddy, what's your name?" the bouncer asked gruffly.

"Why? This is a free bar." the sapphire furred cat asked.

"Private party tonight bud. Richest guy in Elmore rented the entire bar. V.I.P. invite only. Now your name?" the bouncer asked again, losing his patience.

The sapphire furred cat gave his name and the bouncer grunted as he searched his clipboard.

"…Sorry pal, you're not on the list." the bouncer shook his head, blocking his way when the cat tried to get through.

The cat glared daggers, then struck the bouncer in an uppercut, knocking him out cold before he even hit the ground. The crowd gasped and 'Oh!'ed, but made no move to cross this man. The cat raised his hands above his head, catching the clipboard and wrote on it.

"I am now." the cat replied, tossing it onto the unconscious body of the bouncer.

Written in red all capital letters were the words 'FUCK YOU!'

A/N: Well, here's the end of the first chap. What'd you think? Did I do good so far?