Neckbreaker

~Prologue~

Havalynd in Anarchy

Due to a stop of drugs being sold on the streets, Havalynd has fallen into complete anarchy. Reporters have asked Jane Darren if her enforcement gangs have been the ones cleaning up the town, but she doesn't seem to know anything about it.

"Though the CSA has been working hard to clean up Havalynd, it isn't their doing of completely getting rid of narcotics," she states at a rally in midtown. "I'm not 100% sure of this theory, but it seems as though the main seller has stopped their business in one night."

The newspaper was thrown onto the coffee table, Birth rubbing his face. This was outrageous. How could it be that, in one night, all drugs had been taken off the streets? Surely there had to be someone selling it! No, he wasn't looking for any, but this was so weird.

Even on the news channel, the people talked nonstop about the subject, trying to decide whether or not it's the best for San Paro.

"Surely Gumball is selling something," he grumbled, "He's the man to go to for everything!"

Turning off the TV, Birth stood up. He looked down at his phone on the table. Just… maybe he should try and ask?

Asshole1: Hey, Gumball. It's Birth. You wouldn't happen to know about this drug stuff going on, do you?

Gumball was jerked out of a deep sleep, the sound of his phone going off scaring the Jesus out of him. There went his dream of partying. He let out a strangled moan, slamming his hand down on his phone and pulling it towards him. He only glared at the text.

Gumball: You legit woke me up for that shit?

Gumball: You're a dick

Asshole: Just tell me if you know anything

Gumball: Fine… All I can say without being killed, is that a group of crims came here and bought out all of the drug dealers, including me.

Asshole: Why though? What's the point?

Gumball: Oh, that's the funny part!

Gumball: You know how San Paro is already falling apart?

Asshole: Yeah? What about it?

Gumball: All they wanna do is make the war here bigger. Said something about wanting to watch everyone kill each other.

Gumball: Actually, I know a guy who talks to these people, if you wanna hit him up.

Asshole: I dunno. I'm mainly worried about Bonita, Arlon and even Rabbit.

Gumball: Shit, man. Rabbit's in on it.

Asshole: What? How do you know?

Gumball: She's dating that guy I was talking about.

Gumball: Look, you might wanna find a way to get her out of it before shit goes down. Some scrubs were talking about Red Rain planning an attack on the gang, since their the ones with the most money now.

Asshole: Do you know when it'll be?

Gumball: I dunno man. I think maybe in a couple weeks?

Asshole: How easy is it to talk to her bf? I know she won't leave without him.

Gumball: Dude he's a fucking dick when you first meet him.

Gumball: I even hated him when I first spoke to him.

Gumball: He won't talk to me anymore tho.

Asshole: Why?

Gumball: He found out the old relation me and Rabbit had and I guess he's kinda jealous…

Gumball: But I think he'll have to accept you since you and Rabbit are close.

Asshole: Well, thanks anyway. I'll go talk to her and see if she'll back out of it.

Gumball laid there, staring at his phone. He wondered, just for a moment, if Birth would need help. If he did, he'd need a lot more than just him. Wait… he told Birth about Red Rain, didn't he? Fuck, he would need help a lot more than Birth did.

1Gumball, not liking Birth, has him in his phone as "Asshole"