A/N: Hey! I'm sort of new to this whole fanfic deal, trying to figure out how all these buttons work lol. Anyway, it's been forever since I've had to write a story - I think the last time I ever did anything of the sort was in fourth grade! But I want to improve my writing skills, so please be as brutal as possible! Any tips you guys can give me would be much appreciated! Thanks in advance! And I'll hopefully finish this story before the end of the month.

Oh, and also, Carrie has always been my favorite character in the series. She's so cute! Anyway, on to the story!

Carrie is different. She looked at her classmates – a balloon, a banana, a cactus…okay, maybe everyone at her school is different in a way, but Carrie is different different. She's a ghost.

She can't feel.

She can't eat.

She can't laugh.

These cruel facts depressed her…which is usually fine, because she likes feeling depressed. But lately, she's been feeling more depressed than usual. And this level of depression made her, well, depressed. She yearned for a body of her own. Not like when she possessed Gumball – she never planned on permanently residing in his body because one: he was a boy, which made her feel dirty, and two: it wasn't her natural body. Possessing a body isn't the same as actually having a body. Carrie was able to control Gumball just fine, but it felt unnatural, not to mention how twitchy her movements were and how freakishly undead she looked.

I wish I had my own body… Carrie thought. She repeated this line several times in her head, as though impatiently waiting for her fairy godparents to grant her wish. I wish I had my own body…I wish I had my own body…I wish I had my own body!

It was no use, though Carrie knew beforehand that repeatedly wishing for your own body was unlikely to yield a result. She would need to find another way. Just then, she noticed Gumball and Darwin chatting next to her.

"So then, Penny leaned over and gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and told me to have a great day at school!" Gumball recalls.

"Dude, that wasn't Penny. That was mom." Darwin says, obviously not amused.

"Sigh, can't you just let me live in my fantasy world?"

Carrie was desperate. Desperate enough to ask a goofball like Gumball for help. "Hey, Gumball, so I'm sort of looking for a body…"

"Whoa whoa whoa, we've been through this: you are never using my body again!" Gumball says.

"N-no no, that's not what I meant. I want my own body."

"Huh?"

"I don't want to possess a body, I want to actually have a body."

"But…isn't possessing the same as having?" asks Darwin, genuinely confused.

"No! Well, sort of, but…you get what I mean! I don't want to invade someone else's body, I want my own body! I don't want to be a ghost anymore, I want to be alive!"

"Well, I guess we could help. Meet us in front of the graveyard tonight, and bring a shovel." Gumball says, still misunderstanding.

"You're still not getting it!" Carrie yells exasperatedly. "I want a body of my own. It's like…remember when you possessed Tina's body? How awkward it felt controlling her?"

"Hmm, yeah. Wait, how'd you find out about that?"

"Banana Joe told me a story about two ghosts, one blue and one orange, possessing Tina last Halloween. It wasn't hard figuring out who they were. Anyway, that's how I felt controlling you Gumball. And it's how I'll feel controlling any body other than one that actually belongs to me."

"Soooo how do we get you your own body?"

"I…don't know. Look, I'm really desperate. I need you to find a way. I'm willing to try any ridiculous method you come up with. I don't know how, but a lot of your little schemes somehow end up defying all logic and reason. Like your lucky helmet, or your dream sharing device."

"Yeah, I'm pretty aweso-wait, how did you find out about my dream problem?"

"When I'm bored, I like spying on people, especially you. I saw you and Darwin passed out on the floor of your room, sharing a dream. I've also seen you make out with your little homemade Penny statue. Most of the girls thought it was gross, but Penny thought it was sweet."

Gumball flushed red with anger and embarrassment.

"That's what that thing in the closet is? I thought that was Kenneth! What's wrong with you?!" Darwin yells in disgust.

"Well, since you obviously know so much about me, you must know that there's nothing I can do to help you." Gumball pouts.

"No, wait! Please, Gumball! You don't know what it's like, being cold and alone and depressed all the time!" Carrie begs. She puts on the cutest, most pathetic face she can muster. It looks pretty sweet, actually. She looks imploringly into Gumball's eyes.

And it works. His anger gives way to sympathy. "Fiiiine," Gumball sighs. "Come to my house after school."

Carrie almost smiled. Almost. She was still a ghost. But, a lot of her depression lifted. That was as close to happy as she's ever been.

A/N: Combined Ch1 and Ch2 cuz they were both pretty short lol. Shoulda done this in the beginning, but oh well.

"All right, class! Today's lesson will be on Bender Rodriguez, the robot-turned-human. Now, Bender was…"

Carrie sighed as her baboon of a teacher droned on about another subject she didn't care about. She looked at Gumball and Darwin. Gumball had a glazed look in his eyes as he chewed away at his pen. Darwin had his usual goofy smile as he struggled to understand what was going on around him.

I can't believe I'm pinning my hopes and dreams on these two, Carrie thought to herself, letting out another sigh.

"Carrie!" a rough voice suddenly called. "Would you rather do a report on Gumball than on Bender? Because clearly you find him more interesting!"

Snickers from the rest of the class (and a jealous look from Penny). Carrie looked on, unfazed.

"What? I can't help but be beautiful!" Gumball says, stroking his hair.

"Now, as I was saying: Bender, his self-control overwhelmed by his newfound senses, went on several hedonistic binges before dying after a mere week of living in his new body. It just goes to show that suddenly giving senses to those born without them is very dangerous."

The bell rings.

"Class dismissed!"

Finally, thought Carrie as she floated over to Gumball and Darwin.

"So do you have a plan to get me my own body?" she asks.

"Yup! Meet me at my house in thirty minutes!"

"Whatever." Carrie says, floating away.

Despite her indifferent response, she actually was hopeful. Gumball's thought of something. And no matter how absolutely ridiculous that something was, by this universe's messed up logic, where cats marry rabbits and fish grow legs, it was bound to work.

Carrie found herself roaming the streets. It was something she liked to do, when she wasn't watching horror movies or reading dark comic books. She didn't need to worry about getting to Gumball's house in time – she could just teleport there. She passed by the local cinema, and decided to check out a random movie. Another thing she liked doing - sneaking into theaters, which isn't that hard for her, as she can phase through walls.

'This is the End', Carrie thought. Sounds like something I might like.

"Everybody yeah, yeaaaaa-aaah"

"Rock your body yeah, yeaaaaaa-aaah"

That was all Carrie needed to hear. She stormed out of the theater. How could the director be so insensitive? she thought.

She continued down the street. People all around her were talking loudly.

"…Oscar, Sebastian, Fern…yup! Looks like everybody is here!"

"Hey! Anybody want seconds?"

Carrie checked her phone. There were still twenty minutes until she was supposed to meet Gumball, but she wasn't sure how much more of this verbal abuse she could take.

"Phew! Look at the body on that one!"

"Star bodybuilder Sylvester Stallone has just broken another record!"

Carrie screamed. She couldn't take anymore. With a trembling green flash, she teleported away.

"That's your plan?" Darwin asked.

"Yep." replied Gumball.

"Cool! Let's not talk about it again until we get home!"

"Fine by me!"

The boys were in their dad's car, eating sandwiches. Suddenly, a blinding green light erupted between them. Once it faded, a certain ghost took its place.

"Carrie!" the boys screamed in unison.

"Hey guys. I…just couldn't wait to hear your plan. So what is it?"

"Oh, we decided not to talk about it until we're home." Darwin said innocently.

"O…kay."

"Want a sandwich?" he offers.

Carrie could feel anger building up in her again. Doesn't he remember that I can't eat? she thought, but she accepted the sandwich anyway.

"Gee, thanks. Hey, Gumball, I'm actually not that hungry. Would you like this sandwich?" Carrie said as calmly as she could, though some (okay, a lot) of her anger seeped through.

"Oh, no thanks," Gumball chuckled, not noticing how annoyed she was. "I already had two. I don't think I could fit anymore in my body".

Carrie flung the sandwich into his face and with another blinding green flash, teleported away, furious.

Carrie reappeared at Gumball's house. She checked her phone again - fifteen minutes 'til Gumball gets here. She decides to poke around through Gumball's things. The whole family should be out - the mother was at work, the sister had her after school activities, and the father was driving the two boys home. So she should be able to poke around unchallenged.

She decided to check out the attic first, hoping to find the ugly baby pictures Darwin once told her about. A hapless shoebox in the middle of the room catches her interest. She opens it and finds a photo album. Bingo, she congratulates herself in her head. Darwin was right - Gumball was, indeed, a very ugly baby. Carrie took a quick look around, then stuffed a few of the pictures in her pockets. It's a known fact among the girls that Penny pays top dollar for pictures of Gumball. She checked her phone. Just then, she hears a car pull into the driveway. She quickly flies down to the living room and lies down on the couch, trying to look as innocent as possible. The door opens.

"Hey Carrie! Ready to hear my plan?" Gumball asks.

Carrie nods.

"Okay. Sooo were you spying on me when I made Kenneth?"

Carrie recalled all the times she's spied on Gumball. She didn't recall a "Kenneth".

"Nope. Who's Kenneth?"

"He's mine and Gumball's baby!" Darwin proudly proclaimed.

Carrie gave Gumball a look.

"No! Not like that. We gathered up a bunch of gross things, and it suddenly came to life. We gave it life. Get it?"

Carrie's face instantly lit up. "How?"

"Well, we mixed a bunch of things into this thing." Gumball takes out an old jelly jar. "I think it might be magical! So here's what we do. We cram you and a bunch of ingredients into this jar, and that'll bring you to life!"

"Wait, I think I recognize this 'Kenneth' person you were talking about. Wasn't he that monster that rampaged through town? Am I going to end up like that?"

"No no, Kenneth turned out like that because he was made of gross things."

"What am I going to be made of?"

"Darwin did some research. Professor Darwin, if you please."

"Yes, assistant Gumball. According to various reputable sources, girls are made of sugar, spice, and everything nice." Darwin says, imitating a scientist.

"...Well, okay. Let's do it." Carrie didn't even care how that made no sense at all. Again, in this universe, there are baboons that live for over 300,000 years, fish that sprout legs, and sentient balloons. This made tons of sense compared to that! So she let the boys cram her into the jar (she actually can't phase through this container - one of the weaknesses of ghosts. Other weaknesses include vacuums, garlic, and boy bands) along with "sugar, spice, and everything nice".

"Okay, all set! Now we just have to microwave it!" Gumball says, as though he thought Carrie was aware that was the next step (she wasn't).

"Wait, WHAT?!" Carrie yelled. Before she could protest any further, Gumball threw the jar in the microwave and hit the power.

The explosion was glorious.