Hello everyone! After a while, I'm finally back with a new fanfiction. I have recently joined the TAWOG fandom and decided to make a character of my own. And, naturally, a fanfiction was born. I hope you enjoy- feel free to comment! I only own my OC, who will be shown later on in the story. Enjoy!

Alone. That was his one of his emotions. Aside from hatred and the lust for revenge, that it. It had been so long since Rob (now Dr. Wrecker) had escaped The Void. Everyone forgot him. No one remembered his name or his personality. No longer was he the fun-loving school boy, but he transformed into a bitter villain.

He could hear the whispers coming from behind. Dr. Wrecker tried to ignore whoever it was, thinking to himself once more. The one thing he wanted most- was to get even with Gumball and Darwin Watterson. They were the ones to cause each bit of pain. All of this suffering. Every day of bitterness and the likes of a villain was all thanks to-.

"Do you think he's even listening?" the orange fish asked his blue cat brother.

"Of course he is!" Gumball replied excitedly, then continued his sentence in the voice of their nemesis, "He's probably just plotting his revenge.".

Ever since Rob had been referring to himself as Dr. Wrecker, the boys continued to follow him. It didn't make sense, being that they were enemies. He thought they would be running from him in fear. Alas, they were always right behind him. At the same time, however, it was ironic. Before the Void, Rob had always seemed to follow the boys, trying to be as helpful as possible. Now, roles had reversed.

Finally, the bus had come to a stop. Rob got off rather quickly, avoiding any further interaction with his opponents. He could tell they were still close behind. Their breaths in sync, feet clicking on the sidewalk, their skull-burning stares. Rob stopped in his tracks and turned around, annoyance boiling up inside him.

"What exactly do you two want?" he asked angrily.

"Well," Gumball explained," we're following in your footsteps. So we can be evil. Like you!"

Rob had to explain countless amounts of times before that only Dr. Wrecker was the villain. That he was supposed to be the one to destroy the two and everyone they loved. He would be the one to get his revenge without the help of his enemies. Besides, he didn't want anybody's help.

"Then how come every time you have a plot for revenge," Darwin asked," you seem to fail?".

That got the attention of their enemy. Rob went back to each time he had a plan for vengeance. He tried over and over again to demolish his rivals. Every scheme and trap he'd ever set up was ruined. He'd either ended up hurting himself, breaking something valuable, or making an absolute fool of himself just to get what he wanted. When he mind snapped back to the conversation, he began to protest.

"I do not fail at every revenge plot I make!" Rob defended bitterly.

"Yes you do," Gumball agreed with his brother," That's why you need us to help you out. Sort of like a henchman! You could honestly use that, Rob.".

Furiously, the cyclops corrected the cat, saying his new name was Dr. Wrecker. The young foe stormed off, briskly escaping the conversation that was beginning. With a shrug of the shoulders, the boys went off.

"I don't need those pathetic morons to tell me how to do my job," Rob announced to himself," Besides, they're wrong. I'm a strong, independant nemesis who doesn't need a-".

He passed by two friends who were walking down the street. They were jumping around like animals (literally, they were monkeys.). He rolled his eye and continued onward. He passed by Carmen and Alan (a couple Rob once knew) who were holding hands and giggling. Lovey-dovey emotions the evil doctor now had distaste for. He glared into the window of the gas station, where a robbery had been occurring. Once again, Dr. Wrecker realized his hidden emotion.

Loneliness.

Meanwhile, at the Watterson household, the blue cat and the orange fish had moved on from chasing their antagonist for the day. Now, they'd been playing video games in the living room. As they tapped on the buttons and moved the joysticks on their controllers, Darwin had been thinking about Rob.

"I was thinking about Dr. Wrecker," the fish mentioned hastily," maybe he doesn't need an assistant.".

"What?" Gumball nearly screamed, slamming down his controller on the couch.

Darwin wasn't sure what to say. He never wanted to interfere with the life of their enemy. He didn't think Dr. Wrecker really wanted a friend- let alone a henchman. After uncomfortable silence and staring, the fish spoke.

"We'll only make things worse if we try to find him a henchman," Darwin protested," he likes destroying us by himself.".

"It's gotten him nowhere," Gumball admitted," and you're just saying that because he's the bad guy. Who knows- he might actually want a henchman and just won't show it.".

Darwin hadn't thought about that. Dr. Wrecker only focused on crushing his enemies. He'd never taken the time to find a henchman for himself. Maybe that's what he needed most.

"Maybe you're right," The fish admitted happily.

"Of course I am," Gumball said in a know-it-all tone," If he's going to defeat us, he's going to need help. Who knows? Maybe that person could be at our school. Or in Mr. Robinson's attic. Or even in a junkyard!"

But the boys threw away the last idea. They couldn't find a suitable henchman in a junkyard- right?

That's about it for now. Let me know what you think of it! Thank you. Elder-Rannells