Protilouge

Gumball was sitting, mindlessly in his Algebra 1 [1] class as his teacher began another lecture about exponents. He looked towards the window to the right of him. There was a twinkle on a far building, but he waved it off as the sun playing tricks on him. Suddenly the window cracked.

Darwin, who was sitting to the left of him, was hit with a spray of warm liquid. He called it off as another prank that his brother is doing, at least he did until he heard a loud thump on the tile floor. He looked to see Gumball lying on the ground, blood puddling around his now light pale blue head.

"G-Gumball?" Darwin whispered as he stood. 'No, this can't be real; this has to be some prank. He's going to stand up and the liquid will be ketchup.' He bent down to check his pulse. Silence.

"No. No, no, no, no, NO!" he said shaking his head.

"Darwin, where did Gumball go?" They're teacher called walking over to Darwin, "Oh god. Everyone, class is dismissed." Everyone walked out, pondering what is happening while their teacher called the police department. Darwin rolled Gumball onto his back and saw a look of pure fear in Gumball's dark blue eyes [2].

Demise of Gumball

The paramedics showed up and checked Gumball's pulse, but Darwin already knew he was dead. His dead body was put on a stretcher and covered with a white tarp after a few photos of where he was shot and found.

Darwin was sitting on the back of the Fire Engine when a brown Labrador and a Rottweiler approached him.

"Mr. Watterson, I am Detective Mres, this is Detective Belt [3]. We are from the Naval Investigative Services, and we are here to talk about your brother's—ahem—'demise.' Can we talk?" the Lab said, only to get a nod in response.

"Son, has your brother been acting strangely lately, paranoid almost?" Detective Belt said, again getting a nod. "How so?"

"For the la—last few months he's been disappearing strangely then showing up two or three hours later. In the first two weeks, he was always scratching his left shoulder. He kept on saying it was nothing, but I'm still not convinced." Darwin paused to think, "Can you promise me something, ANYTHING?"

"Yes, Darwin, we can. What is it?" Mres asked, interested.

"I want you to find who killed my brother, and make sure he dies."

"I don—"

"Please, promise me." Darwin pleaded, only to get a nod of, what he assumed, approval.

Autopsy Room Same Day, NIS HQ Elmore, California

"Who's this magnificent young fellow?" Autopsy Officer Mike Jenson asked at a body was carted into the room.

"Gary 'Gumball' Watterson.[4]" Mres said from behind the stretcher. "Killed inside his own school, but what's the most sad part was his brother, who might I add was sitting next to him, was the person who discovered that he was dead."

"Interesting, two bullet holes, but someone just next to him is only dramatized but not killed." Jenson said, "Let's perform a proper Autopsy, said here that he had an agitated shoulder for two consecutive weeks, unlikely, let's see what's inside this magnificent body." He pulled the bloodstained shirt over the head, noticing something on the boys' shoulder left shoulder.

"What's this?"

A/N:

[1]Algebra 1 is a class for 9th grade students'; hence everyone is a year older.

[2]It fit with the character, plus can you imagine Gumball with blue eyes?

[3]This was my fathers rank 7 years ago.

[4]No one actually knows Gumball's real name, thus now we have an unofficial-official name.

THIS STORY IS NOT MEANT TO BAG ON THE CHARACTERS, JUST TO EXPRESS MY FEELINGS AND INTERESTS AT THE TIME.