(Hi I'm Shadow Obsidian, and this is my second story; to those who read my fist and are waiting on a rewrite it is coming after this story concludes. I would like to add my reader's OC into the story, if you would like that message me with you character description, and anything else you think is important to your character. Note: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball.)
Ch.1 Loss
Darkness gently drags me down, to the endless void. Darker and darker it gets till all that remains is the faint and dim glow of light, it gets farther away every second. I feel nothing, content to let myself go, I have nothing left, no one left. As I stare into the dimming light I recall familiar memories of life I've lost. I see friends, family, and her. I can't place any names, but for the first time I feel something, an urge to protect. I need to remember, I must...?
My eyes shot open as I jumped up from my bed covered is sweat. I Quickly check my surroundings, as I take a deep breath I see the dark gray paint that lines the walls of my apartment, the small T.V in the left corner with an office chair in front. As I look to my right I see my night stand with my laptop on it. Soon after I calm down i get up and got into the bathroom to take a Shower. After my shower, I look in the mirror to see myself, I'm an 7ft tall cat morph, with a deep blue tail and ears. My skin is white with a slight tan; I have retractable cat-like claws on my hands and feet. It seems like I used to work out a lot, because I was pretty bulky and toned very well, I mean I wasn't a like a huge body builder but I was no were near skinny or chubby. While walking out of the bathroom wrapped in a black towel, I grab my cloths, but I can't help but feel like I am missing something, someone, maybe more?
"Bang, Bang, Bang" I hear someone yell while clash their fist and the door together, "Get up you lazy bum, your rent is due, and don't even think about not answering". It was the landlady, I never liked her thick New York accent. I grab my dark black jeans and slip them on, and grab my wallet, and answer the door.
"So i got $538.52, that's the right amount, correct?" I asked as I opened the door to see two women, one was twenty years younger with an almost sickly skinny body and dressed like a hipster and had black hair, while the other was a little on the thicker side wearing jogging clothes and had faded brown hair, while both had blue eyes.
"Yea that's enough, oh and this is my daughter, Clare." she said this pointing to the one with black hair. "You know I still think you need to see a doctor about your voice, or at least take a lozenge."
"I think a deep and powerful voice suits his toned muscly body, and thanks for not wearing a shirt." Clare tells me this while staring at my chest.
"it's 1:00 P.M. I got to go to work," I had lied, but I did need to leave, "so, is that all?". Instead of waiting for an answer I closed the door and went to the bathroom to get dressed. I had put on my dark gray t-shirt, with a jet-black trench coat over top un-buttoned, I put my dark blue almost black jeans on, gray socks, and pitch black sneakers with red laces and little red details on them. After that I grabbed my Black leather finger-less gloves with crimson bone hand designs on them. I tried to do something with my messy dark blue hair but it stayed all ruffled, just barely showing my cat ears. Just before I left I look at my eyes, I've always hated my eyes for as long as I can remember (which isn't long), the right one is a white sliver like color, while the left is jewel like crimson red.
I began to wonder to myself as I walked on the side walk of elmore, why me? What can't i remember? Why do my dreams fill me with depression and anxiety? Why can't I remember what happens in my dreams? Who am I?
(Hi again, I hope you enjoyed. newer chapters will be longer, and I have messaged Lexyboss for permission to use their character, to which they have replied yes. I'm open to constructive criticism and suggestions from readers, so leave a review and tell me what you think.)
