Sorry for stalling for so long. I had writer's block, and was basically useless, until somebody helped me. (shout out to supergriffenxxx!) otherwise i wouldn't have posted for a REALLY long time. Anyways, lets get back to the story.

Tobias

I stared at him through the large screen of my large lair, still and silent as I saw the small, wimpy cat tumble down the stairs after his fish friend. It was a sight to laugh at, but I didn't laugh. If I did, I would mess up this once-in-a-lifetime mission. There was a ninja in my house. Actually more like an assassin. I only caught glimpses of him as he tried to attack me with poison darts as he slid down the hall, or throwing stars as he ran past me. Luckily, I've had some of my own ninja training in the dark arts. I was able to deflect most of his objects without any problems… most of them. Hey! I'm 13! Give me a break! How many 13 year olds do you see deflecting poisonous throwing stars with their fingers a day? Anyway, one of the stars had buried itself deep in the side of my stomach, the poison slowly eating away at my life force. That's why the big screen is here. I figured because my death was inevitable, maybe I could find a new guy to replace me. That new guy was Gumball.

The reason why Darwin was acting so strangely was because I had summoned the last of my Chi to link myself with him while he was asleep. I tried my best to act normally. Well, as normal as you can be being a walking semi-aquatic goldfish whose friends with a cat can be, but Gumball, being the observant fool he is, found me out. So I had to try a different approach. I put Transformation Chi in Gumball's old karate suit; a Chi used to utterly and completely transform the wearer into a warrior just by thinking about it. It not only was the awesome-est move I could do, but also the most powerful move I could do. Giving him great power, speed, and other abilities. and he would need them. I tried to give the suit to him, but he kept turned me down. He was stalling. Trying to figure out what was wrong with his friend. So I had to work quickly. I washed his stupid suit, dried it, and tried to give it to him again. But he still procrastinated, so I made a decision. I would have to force him.

I was lying in my bed, the same night that Darwin was acting like a world class jerk. He was sleeping angrily in his fish bowl. Probably mad because I hadn't tried on the suit even though he attempted to millions of times. Then after a while, gave up and went to sleep, I think. His eyes pop open the slightest bit to see if I was awake, then he'd go back to sleep. He was waiting for me to fall asleep, to do something. Which was currently freaking the heck out of me. I tried to remember what else had happened today. I was stalling him the entire time.

Flashback:

Note: this is during the beginning

"Okay, time to find out what's up" I said, wincing as I peeled myself from the floor. I checked my body for any broken bones, bruises, anything that would normally happen when I fall down the stairs. Nope, I'm clean, for once.

I stretch and look around as I walk across the living room towards the kitchen. Dad's sleeping on the couch alone with some unshaven stubble across his chin and a hot dog lodged deep into his mouth. He's obviously remembered today was Saturday and that mom left for groceries because he pigged out on all our hot dogs.

As I stroll into the kitchen, I spot Darwin frantically rubbing soap, bleach and some other cleaning stuff all over my karate outfit, still mumbling to himself about cat problems.

I yank some courage out of me and softly say, "Darwin?"

It comes out more of a squeal than a word, but it's enough for him to whip around and point a wet fin at me, splashing hot water and bleach on my face. "SHUT UP!" he yells "I'm almost done with the suit, so I don't need your stupid words ALL UP IN MY BUISNESS!" The last part was once again a squeal, which didn't really affect me as it would of if it were a regular person. "Dude" I begin, wiping the washing solution off my face with the back of my hand, "Could you stop yelling at me? Because it's not really getting you anywhere when you sound like a baby monkey wolfing down helium"- "Be quiet!" he interrupts me again. This time making me mad, "After this piece of gum comes off this outfit, YOU WILL WEAR IT!" He starts rubbing the outfit so fast that his fin goes at the speed of a blender with a sugar rush.

"Dude! If you keep doing that, your fin's gonna start flying out the window!" I tell him, but he just keeps on washing. Finally, I just give up. "Okay, you don't like me right now, I get it. So I'm just going to get some food, sit on the couch with dad, and watch TV, ok?" I wait for his reply, but none comes. He's not even mumbling about cats anymore, just trying to get that stain out of the outfit. So I walk to the fridge, pull out a sandwich, and plop on the couch next to dad.

Nothing else happened that day. No dangerous adventures, no random freaks, no new friends. It was just boring. I turned my gaze away from Darwin, and towards the closet, where he hung up the karate suit. It's not like I don't want to wear it. I thought. It's just that I know if I do, I'll never want to take it off again, just like last time.

I remembered how I made a fool out of myself at school with Darwin, continuously smashing my head into a wooden board, trying to break it like I saw on TV. I failed of course, being the idiot I was. But with mom taking away all of our stuff, what other fun am I supposed to have? I stood up and walked quietly to the middle of the floor. Maybe just once, then I'll take it off, and burn it or something. I thought, reaching for the costume's bandana. No harm done, right?

Yep, that's it so far. Hope you guys liked it, and I'll try to post sooner than usuall, but with three other stories to write, it'll take a while, anyway, until then later!

Also don't forget to review and tell me if i missed anything. Any writing can stand improvement!

Peace.

-Timelocker