Hello, my name is EvelioandZgroup. You know, there came a time when I tried to adapt a little novel, that I didn't read, that was adapted to a movie, that I didn't see, and decided to write a fan fiction about it, which went nowhere. Now, having both read the novel and seen the movie, I think it's best that I should do this story. Why? Well, I have mentioned earlier that I am remaking some of my old stories. I still am, and I want a little more practice at writing. What better way than to write off a story that is someone else's material and clearly not mine, and unnecessary. Why did I think this was a good idea? Because on the show there's someone named Carrie... That's all I had to go off with, so, yeah.

Anyway, it could come to a surprise to some that my favorite author of all-time is Stephen King. And why shouldn't it? The guy has written multiple novels that have captured millions of readers all around, along with novellas and short stories. He has allowed his work to be adapted in both film and in the theatre, even in comics. The guy is far from a one-trick pony, and he still manages to keep coming after decades of writing.

So, why waste any time now? Why bother coming back to a story that got him started? Well, seeing as though I glorify on the fact he's my favorite author (yet he considers it an insult to be solely defined as an "author", rather as a "writer", which he certainly is), I think it's time to do the first fan fiction in the TAWOG based off his work done right.

Let's get started. Shall we, Constant Reader?

Copyright Disclaimer: I do not own the works of Stephen King. The characters involved are subjected to resemble the characters from his 1974 novel Carrie. This is not done to benefit profit, rather to educate and entertain readers to the works of Stephen King's work. I don't own the plot or the characters here. Any additional original characters that are not canon to both the Stephen King and The Amazing World of Gumball universe are made purely to match both the tone and plot of the novel. Additional plot-points are fabricated and not from the novel to insert it another medium.

Carrie

Based off the novel by Stephen King

Adapted by EvelioandZgroup

1

Penny

Unreleased Recording: Date 10/22/16

I don't know if I want to do it, anymore. No, just give me a second. Phew, it's been a while, huh?

I'm sorry, it's not everyday you expect to be interviewed, right? I mean, I wasn't there when it happened, but it effected me as much as everyone else, maybe more. I guess you can count me as a survivor for trying to help and whatnot, considering I went to school there and should have been there. Hard to believe it's only be a few years since it happened.

So where do you want me to start off? From the beginning, like how it happened or what really pushed her over the edge?

If I have to say what pushed her off to the events of that night, I'd say it started in the girl's locker room.

{Emitted: Don't get any funny ideas, you limp noodle.}

Back in 2012, we were 7th graders residing in Elmore Junior High. It seems so much of a blur now, but the picture was clear about what happened. I'm sure if the other girls were still alive they'd remember. They've always made some remark against Carrie Krueger. This incident was no different.

Carrie started screaming. I don't remember what about, but she screamed like something was attacking her. It was almost as if she was shot at and now she was bleeding to death. A lot of this just didn't add up. Nobody told me what had happened, and even if I wanted to ask, there was no possible chance now.

I tried to go over by the crowd, but they wouldn't budge. They were all so surrounded by her like she was the newest tourist attraction, or something. By then I saw Coach coming over there and I just went back to my locker and leave.

From what I could remember, they started to throw things at her, corning her. I remember the chant. It rings in my head now as it did that day.

"PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP!"

That's all I can hear now. I assumed now it has to do with... well, the female anatomy, but it still didn't add up. I wasn't aware of what they were talking about, and I think it's hard to believe they knew what it meant and why they did that to Carrie before I did could even make sense of the situation.

Carrie

An Unathorized Obtained Copy of Carrie Krueger's Diary

April 1st, 2012.

Dear Diary,

I hate how people at school treat me. I feel so much like an outcast, it hurts to even look someone straight in the eye when I need help.

This afternoon, mom asked me if everything was all right when I came home early. I couldn't even tell what her happened. When I went to room, she let me be. I don't know whether it's because she knew I needed space, or she just didn't care.

During gym, Coach was making us all play volleyball inside. It was five on five. I had on our team Masami, Jamie, Carmen, and Molly on my side. Against us was Gumball, Darwin, Bobert, Tobias, and Clayton.

I couldn't tell what the odds were, but I felt they were in our favor. We were winning nine to eight, with Molly getting us a point, scoring us that lucky number nine. She was really excited about the game. Normally she's shy for a small dinosaur. Compared to Tina, she looks like a miniature figurine. Jamie was really pumped up for the game. She's been trying her hardest out there like this game meant winning the last game of a championship. Maybe it's because her mom's the coach and she didn't want to disappoint her. Carmen was kept away as far as humanly possibly, on account of the possibility of her popping the ball and just ending the game. The only person who wasn't really doing anything, within reason like Carmen, was Masami. She just focused more on her fingerless hands of smoke than in on the game.

Gumball served and the ball bounced off of to Jamie as she hit it and Bobert had it in his reach. He passed it to Clayton and scored when Masami failed to do anything about it. Nobody said anything. The guys just cheered as they now tied the game, nine to nine. I bet her excuse would have been, "I thought it was out."

We served with Jamie saying, "Don't mess this up!" She slammed the ball over the net and Gumball hit it back to our side. Molly jumped and tried to score on their side, but Bobert extended his arm just in time to pass it back to our side. Thankfully, Carmen got it over the net, and didn't pop the ball. Tobias, who was the worst player there, missing shots here and there, had finally redeem himself by hitting the ball on the other side.

The ball was going to me. This was my chance to hit it or pass it to someone else. Either one could have helped my case. It would at least show I tried. I tried slamming the ball on the other side, but no matter what, my fate was inevitable. The ball went through me. Nine to ten. Before we could serve again, Coach told us to head for the lockers. Gym was over. We lost and the guys won.

I just stayed there, looking at the ball for a while. To think we lost because I wasn't able to hit it. It's not my fault, I know, but just once I wish the rules would have bended and let me hit the ball. I got so mad it could have easily erupted a volcano. I saw the ball move a bit. I thought people were already coming back or something.

I looked up and saw that the guys were congratulating each other on their win, especially for Tobias who scored the winning point. What I got were insults from Masami, calling me a "good-for-nothing joke." Jamie said worse, but with her I understood why. Plus, I had it coming from an athlete who tried her best to win. Only to lose by someone who couldn't physically touch the ball.

The guys cheered on, but Gumball stayed a little behind and turned to look at me. I went back to looking at the ball, quickly, hoping he didn't see me. I checked to see that Gumball was still looking at me, smiling. It made me nervous to see that. He started to walk in my direction, but I hurried back to the lockers. I didn't want to be insulted again by anyone else.

When I went to lockers, I decided to go kill some time in the showers. It seemed pointless to some, but the sound of running water helps clear my head, especially the steam that fills up the room, making it all warm and cozy. It makes you feel like you were home, if only home did feel like that.

I got someone nice enough who wasn't in my class to turn the knob all over to the hot water and luckily she didn't ask why. I enjoyed letting the water run down through me. It was a nice idea that I could be showering like everyone else. But it wasn't the same. It felt like nothing, and I could feel how shallow it made me. That emptiness never could escape me. I'm nothing more than air. At least with Masami she could touch things. I see her grabbing books and actually collide to the wall if she got too close. Not me. I could barely hold onto mine. They try covering them with plastic, thinking about something to do with electrons and whatnot, but it just made them slippery. I got to hold on to them more than usual now. When I get close to a wall or a locker, I have to keep an eye out or else I fall through another classroom and my books fall on the other side. It never gets any easier.

I could overhear the girls talking about me behind my back. I hear them talk about how it was my fault that we lost the game. It's always my fault. But I know we could have tied if Masami actually hit the ball. But she didn't, and I overheard her say, "If Carrie hadn't missed the ball, we could have easily won the game. I don't even know why we have her on our team. It's not like she's useful around here. All she does is mope around and do nothing. Carrie should just get a life already and stop trying to hide someone else's shadow."

Masami just pisses me off so much, I could just hit her with my books. Throw everything I can grab at her. I hope she falls and slips and gets smothered by whatever lands on her and flattens her like paper. Talking about her even made me drop my plastic cup of water off the stand, right now. But to be fair I thought it was far enough away from the edge. Still, I hated her so much.

My stomach at that point started to feel like someone had dropped a bomb in there and it exploded right at that moment. I can't eat, so I can't blame it on beans or something. I don't know what caused it, but by then I got a massive headache. It felt like someone started pouring hot water on me (and I actually could feel it) and burned so much.

I started to float a little downer than usual when my tail started to feel like it was splitting into two. I don't know how to explain it, but it felt like one half started to feel like needles poking at it when I moved it and the other felt like I got Charley horsed, if that's what it really felt like.

I don't what it was, but when I looked down to check on my tail, I saw blood coming out. I acted reasonable and thought it was the walls dripping again. I looked up but the steam around wasn't clearing up. I waited since the liquid should come down from above and would at least let me a drop of water or something, even through the steam. I checked to see if anything fell down that I might have missed, but when I looked down, I saw I was floating over a puddle of my own blood. It was streaming to the sink in the middle of the showers, but that didn't help me at all.

I ran out showers, crying for help. I thought I was bleeding to death. At the time, it didn't make sense. And it still doesn't. I'm a ghost and it should be impossible for me to bleed. Anywhere. And if so, what's causing it? And where exactly is it coming from? Was it natural or did something happen. I was (and still) so confused and scared. Worse yet, nobody knew what I was going through. I doubt mom knows anything about these kinds of things, and even if she did, I don't think she would tell me about it.

I was so scared. I needed help.

I cried to people who were near by. I asked Carmen for help, and she did was run away from me, like I was the freak again in preschool. I asked Teri and she just stayed there, speechless. I asked help from Jamie, and by then I was crying. I was so scared, and my tears wouldn't let me see things clearly. From what I could tell, she probably tried to shove me away. Then Masami came and saw me. I thought she would help. But she didn't. It was worse.

"Look, Carrie's peeing blood," she screamed, hoping for everyone to hear. "Come on, Carrie! Just wipe yourself up!"

"Please help me," I whispered. I couldn't help it from there on. It was something out of a nightmare. I could hear my own heart beat real fast, and I don't have one. It just all kept coming back to me. I screamed, "Help me! Please! Help me!"

I was drooling saliva, if you could call it that. Maybe it was ectoplasm, but even then I don't know. It made me feel so alone, and all so small. The red lockers that separated rows from rows now seemed to be closing in on me like they were trying to squish me. I saw Carmen, Teri, Molly, Masami, and Jamie huddle over me like they were monsters out of a children's book. And it didn't help when I stopped floating and began crawling away from them. By then Masami got them to tag along too. I heard them say "Come on, don't be a baby!" "You goin' cry for your momma?" "Wipe yourself off, you baby!" I saw that Masami threw a towel at me, probably to clear off sweat or something (I don't know I thought of that), but it went right through me. It didn't scare me until I saw that blood was soaking it up. It made everything seem real. Every word and punch seemed to hit me to the core and scared me to the point that underworld wouldn't be this messed up.

I crawled as far as I could and I reached a dead end. I didn't even think about going through the wall. I just kept staring at the line of blood I made and how every time they came closer to me, they stepped on it and made footprints out of it. They threw so many things at me, especially these soft, long white stick Masami took from Coach's office. She's always boasting on about how she's a woman, not a girl.

I covered my eyes and kept hearing them say this over and over again: "PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP! PLUG IT UP!"