My New Family: Controversial Scare

by 10banjo

The sequel to My New Family written by GalacticDragonfly rated t for adult themes.

3. An Orgy of Bullets

10banjo again not my story GalacticDragonflys

I own nothing

Chapter 3: An Orgy of Bullets

Gumball and Darwin stared scarcely at their sister as she walked by, guarded by their larger parents but her lack of energy and inability to look upwards was visible to the boys. Richard looked at the two and pulled out the keys, "Go to the car, boys."

Gumball was hesitant to ask a question, knowing Nicole was often irritated with him, he remained quiet. Darwin on the other hand felt a sudden tingle in his spine as walked lifelessly to the car, his fins numbing as he sloppily opened the door. Gumball's eyes analyzed his fish brother as he oddly held the door open for him, Darwin was staring off into space.

"Are you okay, Darwin?" Gumball asked quietly, being considerate of the three behind him. Darwin's gaze panned over to Gumball's stare before snapping out of it. "Oh, um what?" He asked, confused.

"…..Thanks for holding the door, is what I said." Gumball lied, cocking a brow before glancing back at the three and entering the car. He crawled on the cream fabric seats, the car itself was slightly cold and smelled like carpet cleaner. Gumball sat on the far left, behind the driver's seat and buckled himself in.

"Okay Anais, you go in now." Nicole's strained voice said, unintentionally softly.

"Take your time honey." Richard added, uselessly but trying to be considerate.

Gumball glanced over at the open door to his right, and quickly caught sight of Anais' grey eyes and her lifeless stare at him. The cat, frightened, jerked his head back and stared at seat instead. 'Holy shit, what the heck?!' Gumball thought, trying to block the image of what was an almost lifeless, destroyed, helpless glare.

Gumball could hear Anais' shuffling as she climbed into the car, Nicole and Richard were a little stunned when Anais didn't bother to pull her medical skirt down before doing so, giving a quick glance but darkened sight of her undergarments. Darwin had looked away, confused as to why she didn't cover better.

'Oh my God, she's lost her decency,' Nicole thought, crying upon realization that this could be the sign of a serious depression.

'It's like a totally different person, who the hell is she?' Gumball wondered, watching the fragile pink rabbit buckle herself in. Gumball could feel the tension between him and Anais, an uncomfortable pressure between the two siblings. Nicole motioned for Darwin to get in, but the fish was reluctant to scare her so he closed his eyes and crawled in.

Nicole and Richard got into their respective seats, while Gumball and Darwin stared forcefully out their window's to avoid any staring at Anais. Richard pulled the car out the parking lot and drove off, an air of silence filled the car. With each flash of light from the streetlights could Darwin see Anais' monotone face in the reflection, a sense of guilt distorting his mood. His fins began to tap his leg uncomfortably, his lips trying to form a casual question.

"Don't do it, Darwin."

Everyone, besides Anais, quickly glanced at the source of the voice which belonged to Gumball. The cat sighed, ignoring the stares of Nicole and Richard's through the mirror; he focused his voice towards Darwin deliberately.

"We'll deal with it later," Gumball announced, subtly hinting towards Darwin to remain calm. Nicole was going to question his comment, but found a lack of voice from her insides. The air of the car was too thick and odd to actually speak-somehow Gumball managing to do it wasn't convincing for her.

"…..No, I won't." Darwin said, a little quietly but loudly to the attention of the car. Even Anais noticeably twitched her head in that direction, still staring downwards but obviously listening.

"I'm tired," Darwin said, a little angrily before making a sharp glare at Gumball.

"I'm tired of you!" Darwin said towards Gumball, raising his voice, then focusing his eyes towards Richard's dismayed eyes in the rear-view mirror. "I'm tired of you, too!" Predictably his almost reddening eyes shot at Nicole's cowardly ones, unable to accurately handle the situation.

"Mom, I'm REALLY tired of YOU!"

The fish then pointed inconsiderately to the lifeless state of Anais, who only showed of hint of interest.

"Every single time something fucks with us we wait around and do NOTHING!"

Richard's foot accidentally accelerated the car upon hearing Darwin use such language, unaware he even understood it. Everyone, besides Anais, stared intensely at him—Gumball questioning if he should jump in or stay quite. Darwin's eyes seem more focused towards Nicole's, which dwarfed her self-esteem as a parent.

"This is just like the time you slapped Gumball, he went away and then we waited for him to come back! We should've simply grabbed him back, or told him to come with us!" Darwin explained, obviously exhausted by something. Nicole looked down before turning back in her seat, haunted by his unrecognizable glare.

"And don't you feel good Gumball, you couldn't talk it out, you WAITED AND RUINED EVERYTHING AT THAT DINNER!" Darwin scolded, to which Gumball quickly defended himself-or at least attempt to. "Hey! I didn't wait, it was the night o-"

"IDIOT! YOU LIED TO MOM!" Darwin screamed, reinforcing his argument. Loudly.

"But Anais and I, we we-"

"And then you blame her when she sits right next to you, violated!" Darwin growled, slamming his fin on his car-door elbow rest. "FUCK YOU!" The sound made an extremely noticeable bang, coupled with another round of foul language, caused the majority of the car to freak out.

Gumball wasn't taking this to well-certainly mad but not enough to scream like a maniac without looking silly, and he wasn't calm enough to simply let it go without a second's thought. To be frank, he wanted nothing more than to, 'Beat that little shit on the spot!' Gumball thought, doing nothing more than stare at his feet.

"Mom…." Gumball muttered, realizing nobody had said anything against Darwin. Richard painfully clinched his face, trying to drive while appearing invisible to Darwin's targets.

"Gumball, Darwin…" Nicole shuttered, trying to create the appropriate response. "Don't fight, and Darwin, please don't sa-"

"Oh don't start Mom!" Darwin quickly engaged, startling the Mother. "The whole reason why Anais got raped was because that idiot left the car!" Gumball was at his breaking point with the name calling, and although appeared reserved on the outside, was contemplating on the most logical response.

"Excuse me, you followed me and left her unprotected," Gumball said, surprisingly calm. Such calmness that only disturbed the mute Anais, who knew Gumball well enough to realize that something bad was about to happen, "Well I- uh, dunno, I uh-," Darwin stuttered.

"That wasn't a question, that was a statement," Gumball stated sternly.

"That's true, Darwin." Nicole agreed, not even realizing she had said that.

"Oh, so trying to FIX THE PROBLEM IS A BAD THING?" Darwin screamed, sensing the familiar ganging up of Nicole and Gumball from earlier. Something about them in particular, made him feel alien. He didn't understand why, but seeing Gumball and Nicole, two blue cats, with jumpy attitudes, patronize him simply didn't work well.

To ease the uncomfortable tension, Nicole promptly placed her hand on the radio knob, "Does anyone mind the radio on?" Richard shook his head, welcoming something to distract from the situation. "Do you have to scream?" Gumball asked, repeatedly scratching the elbow rest with his claws.

"You're the one talking?! You screamed all through-out your family issues! I can't think of a time when you WEREN'T SCREAMING!" Darwin shouted at Gumball, as it was clear to the rest of the car that Darwin was a little out of it. Gumball was ready to burst at him, but somehow managed to keep his calm on the outside. Nicole was surprised at how well Gumball appeared to be calm about it.

"Anais and I are going to run away," Darwin announced, looking over at the girl. The rabbit's ears perked up in surprise as Darwin harshly grabbed her arm, Anais let out an audible shriek as for the first time Gumball saw her face in the light. She was in massive panic, freaking out and overacting as she attempted to escape Darwin's grasp.

"LET GO OF ME!" Anais screamed, again her voice was totally alien to everyone in the car and invoked an angry response from Gumball.

"Pretty please, I need permission to beat the shit out of Darwin," Gumball scowled, knowing it would tick him off—which is what he was after. "Gumball! Stop using that language, that's not funny!" Nicole growled before reaching back and trying to tug Anais away from Darwin. "Darwin! What is wrong with you, you're scaring her!"

"It's like this all the time, I can't give you ten minutes Darwin! Ten freakin' minutes and you just flip!" Gumball shouted , smacking his fist into his hand with each word being spoken. Darwin uncomfortably looked between the two—the feline dominance wasn't a joke—and quickly released Anais from his grip. Anais quickly leaned back and breathed heavily—possibly hyperventilating. Nicole stretched back and made fanning motions with her fingers, trying to calm her down, "It's okay sweetie, it's all fine."

"Darwin, what the hell was that?" Gumball asked, being smarmy towards the now resolved but incredibly angry fish. He folded his arms and angrily huffed to himself, leaning into the car door.

"You grab my sister like that and you're finished dude," Gumball warned, quickly getting a pop in the knee by Nicole who gave him a 'warning' glare before turning back into her seat. "I don't know whats going on in this family anymore!"

"This fish has mood swings every other minute!" Gumball complained. Darwin twitched at the referring to him as a 'fish.' Darwin turned to Gumball, forcing Anais to turn towards Gumball to avoid eye-contact with him.

"My name is Darwin, dipshit," He grumbled, to which Gumball let out a chuckle—surprising everyone at his accidentally outburst.

"E-Excuse me? I named you," Gumball chuckled before rudely pointing at him, "I guess YOU forgot that!" The fish angrily slammed his fin against the elbow rest on the door, causing everyone to flinch and for Richard to quickly pull the car over into an empty lot. Gumball returned his anger with a devilish smirk, one of superiority.

"Get out," Darwin snarled, yanking the handle open and jumping out the car.

"Now we're talkin'," Gumball laughed, opening his door and jumping out.

Nicole and Richard hurriedly looked out their windows, seeing their shadowy figures run around the back of the car and presumably shout at each other. Nicole was quick to try and exit but Richard grabbed her hand, preventing her from leaving.

"Honey, I think the boys should just duke it' out," Richard said, eerily calm.

"Are you serious?" Nicole asked, feeling her insides thump, "I've never seen them so mad! They might kill each other!"

"No they won't, trust me," Richard said, letting out an exhale before looking up in the mirror at Anais—the state of shock now deluded her cute face. Nicole looked at Richard in disbelief but closed her eyes and shuttered, not wanting to deal with anything else tonight. "Richard, it's up to you…..I don't care anymore, about anything."

"I know," Richard sighed.

Gumball enthusiastically walked towards the trunk of the car, where Darwin would bump into him- extending his claws. Darwin sternly met Gumball—greeted with an eye to eye stare off as Gumball began to pump his chest and taunt the fish. Darwin angrily glared at him before letting loose his own insults.

"So talk that shit again, Darwin!" Gumball said, quickly moving his feet back and forth as he then breached Darwin's personal space.

"You're shit, Gumball," Darwin bashed, side-stepping as he moved his feet back and forth—gesturing his acceptance to a fight, "I don't know why anyone fucking likes you! You got Anais r-"

"NO I DIDN'T! YOU DID!" Gumball shouted at him.

"YES YOU DID! YOU LEFT!" Darwin shouted back, throwing his arms in the air. Gumball quickly jumped back at the misplaced gesture, getting even more hostile. "Mom agrees with me, you shouldn't have left the car," Gumball pointed out, pulling up the sleeves on his sweater.

"You shouldn't have left the house," Darwin returned, advancing towards Gumball with the cat standing still, "And I don't care what Mrs. Mom says." Gumball refused to budge from his place as Darwin got even closer to his face, placing his feet an inch from his and leaning in.

"You think you can fight now?" Gumball asked cockily, balling his fists.

"You'll see," Darwin said, immediately swinging his balled fins at Gumball's face. The cat quickly stepped back, almost stumbling at the astonishingly fast speed. Darwin attempt to pounce on him but Gumball side-stepped and swung his fists as Darwin, knocking him right in the back. "Hah!" Gumball laughed, running up on Darwin and throwing his claws at him.

The fish knew it was coming and quickly rushed out of range, evading the knowingly painful claws as he put his leg out—tripping Gumball. The cat painfully fell on the asphalt, his chest and hands colliding with the ground incredibly fast. He cringed as the tingling feeling of pain erupted through his arms, but he quickly ignored it after feeling Darwin's nail him right in the back of the head.

"AH!" Gumball cried, rolling over and attempting to get up but Darwin quickly pushed him back down. "Come on!" Darwin shouted, punching him repeatedly in the head, "WHAT NOW?! ASSHOLE!" Gumball struggled insanely as every solid punch from Darwin resulted in him losing consciousness. The fish was relentless, socking him repeatedly as he could feel his fist grow sore from the punches. Gumball then seemed unresponsive, prompting Darwin to stop and observe him for a second.

'He's unconscious,' Darwin presumed, trying to make out the reddened skin in the dark.

"I hate hearing them shout those things," Nicole said, resting her chin on her palm as she spoke helplessly, "I wonder if they learned to cuss from me?" Richard had given up trying to reason with her, staring off at some planes flying back—his mind was filled with guilt over Anais. Anais was slowly regaining her feelings on the issue, but considering 'earlier' events it seemed so miniscule to her.

"I think they're done now," She softly spoke.

Both Richard and Nicole jumped at her voice, quickly turning around to address her and make sure she was okay. "Yes, yes, you're right," Nicole smiled, trying to see past that obnoxiously persistent shadow that hid her face and half her body amongst the moonlight. "Richard, fetch the boys please, they're done," Nicole said, putting on a phony energetic attitude.

"Righ-," Richard's response was cut off by the sound of the door farthest from Anais being yanked open. Everyone but Anais looked over at Darwin who angrily glared at his parents, then drawing his attention away from them and pulling the blue cat into the car.

"What did you do to him?" Nicole asked, getting a flinch from Darwin. He sighed and pulled Gumball's heavy body into the car, Nicole could see that Gumball was completely unresponsive. "I punched him unconscious," Darwin said, jumping into the car and slamming the door, "But I'm sure you think this is all my fault."

"Why would you say that?" Nicole asked.

Darwin ignored her and rested his eyes, trying to cool down from the long day of stupidity and tragedy. Nicole looked behind her, waiting for a response but sighed upon seeing Darwin purposely ignore her and drag himself to rest.

"Nicole, can we leave?" Richard asked, putting his fingers on the keys, "I want to sleep, hopefully without Anais getting kidnapped." Nicole cringed as she realized the guilt Richard obviously expressed, the wife patted him on the shoulder—gesturing for him to leave. Richard twisted the keys and drove the car out the parking lot and back to the house.

The entire ride back home was muted, Nicole had grown worrisome about Anais, Richard was trying to distract himself, Darwin was angry at himself for not inflicting as much damage towards Gumball as he wished, and Gumball had awoken with a large headache and minor bruises. Gumball, upon realizing his quick recovery and minimum pain wanted to mock Darwin for his lack of strength but feared being knocked out again.

The car drove into their sidewalk parking space, a sense of relief filling the car as everyone quickly got out. Nicole slowly helped Anais out the car, thankfully she was more responsive in her facial expressions but she only spoke when needed and her pain was still heavily tainting her walk. After all these events, coming home at 11:00pm in the darkest of night made their home seem so alien to them. Nicole opened the door and slowly walked inside, her body quickly slowed and her mind relaxed.

Everyone quickly rushed in and closed the door, as if to prevent the outside world from coming in. The silence continued and everyone knew it was best to keep it this way, none of them had anything logical to say without making fools of themselves. Gumball and Darwin could feel the tension—less on Gumball's part due to his headache—and walked to their bedrooms, Darwin trying to walk ahead to avoid Gumball awkwardly holding the door open. The fish opened it and rushed in, eager to sleep in his now larger and more comfortable king size fish tank which covered the entire miniature dresser. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, trying his best to ignore Gumball as they got undressed in the dark—only lit by the midnight blue glow.

Darwin climbed up the dressed and turned on his light for his massive rectangular fish tank, thankfully it was a tiny light that wasn't remotely distracting to Gumball. The cat didn't bother with pajamas, feeling the throbbing in his head, he was only concerned with resting his body so the headache would cease.

'Kicked your ass', Darwin thought to himself bitterly, as he stepped in the room temperature water and stretched his feet out in the tank, 'That's revenge for all the shit from the past.' Darwin knew it would be in bad taste to brag about it, especially with a smart ass who would likely find some way to comically humiliate him.

Gumball rested his head on the pillow, sleeping naked underneath the covers and shuffling around to rid himself of the itching. The cat immediately felt the ringing motion in his head begin to cease as he relaxed into hibernation.

The door suddenly opened, and the lights were flicked on—irritating both of the boys as they carefully listened to the heavy steps walk in the room. They both were faced the opposite way but knew it was Nicole escorting Anais.

"Listen boys, I don't care what you did but what's important is that Anais needs help," Nicole explained, placing Anais into her bed. Darwin couldn't hear well underwater so he remained quiet as he watched his mother take care of his sister. Gumball remained silent, embarrassed from his beating as he tried to sleep.

"There you go," Nicole sung, pulling up the covers on the unresponsive girl. It was glaringly obvious that the girl—even in the presence of the boys—felt scared when being left alone. Nicole patted her on the head, reassuring her safety, "You're at home sweetie, the boys will protect you." Gumball rolled his eyes at the usage of a plural, denying that Darwin would be of any help whatsoever.

Nicole then walked to the doors and shut off the lights, forgetting to give her goodbyes to the boys as she closed the door. The mother frantically ran outside to the front lawn, taking deep breaths as she embraced the cool air. She finally had time alone to herself, she couldn't think straight with all the awfulness she had to embrace.

But, the time was now to think, to counter-act. She could feel her brain calm before speeding up again, this time putting her focus into something of actual value, returns she was going to inflict.

'What happened with Anais, won't happen again,' Nicole paced even quicker, almost jogging as she formulated actions.

-The Next Morning—

Gumball awoke to the sounds of the birds, and the feel of a lightheaded wake-up process. The morning sun highlighted the array of rainbow-like colors in his room, but the heat was the most glaringly obvious. Predictably, it was around 80 degrees, nothing too serious for summer weather. The cat then realized his ache had relieved itself, a sense of confidence arose as he wiggled to the side and jumped out the bunk bed.

Upon landing, his arms flapped in the air, sparking a sharp pain from one of Darwin's attacks through-out his arm. Gumball clinched his fists in regret, quickly remembering their fight and more importantly how he hadn't healed.

"The bastard…." Gumball growled, turning his head over to where Darwin's now empty fish tank was. Gumball was a little stumped knowing Darwin got up before he did, but he quickly let it go and looked over at the digital clock.

"Eleven o' clock?!" He cried, the realization that he wasted about two or three hours of another precious summer day stunned him. He quickly turned around and gathered his short sleeve cream shirt and grey shorts (his normal outfit but alternated for summer), throwing them on the top bunk. He stretched out over the lower bed as he did, before realizing something.

He stepped back and saw Anais, covered by the shadow of the top bunk with her large angrily glaring eyes.

"Morning," He said, not getting a response other than a blink from his sister, "Are you feeling better?" Anais' brow stretched further down as she continued to to hug her covers, "What do you think?" She said, quietly.

"I don't know, that's why I asked you," Gumball said, trying his best not to react madly, greatly pitying her, "I was just being considerate."

Anais didn't respond, yet continuously glared angrily at him in his naked figure. The cat confusingly followed her eyes and then realized she disapproved of his nudity, already abnormal for her. Gumball smiled and quickly pulled up his underwear, then following his pants and muddled his shirt before presenting himself again, "Sorry about that, I didn't think you cared."

"…."

"Well…..um, if you need something j-"

"I'll get Mom," Anais interrupted.

Gumball nodded, unsatisfied with her mood but knowing it was due to the predicament from earlier. He didn't dare mention it, and simply went back to the dresser to comb some of his more longer fur on top of his head and behind his ears—getting a more shiny, rounder shape. Anais watched him, noticeably angry as he sprayed his armpits with deodorant and later his body with cologne.

Gumball could feel her glare on his neck, he didn't understand her unwarranted attitude and only found the rapist responsible.

"I know what that guy did to you," Gumball said, a little indifferently. Anais cocked a brow at the mention of it, she didn't expect him to bring it up.

"Don't worry," Gumball turned to her, a thumbs up extended and a misleadingly large smile, "I'll kill him for you." Anais was mystified at the mention of 'kill' in his sentence, then her expression perked into a scared surprise. Gumball grabbed his bag containing his swim trunks (just in case) and his wallet before exiting, in such an indifferent manner.

Anais looked down at herself before back at the door, uncertainty crept down her shoulders as she debated if she should be happy or tell someone immediately.

Gumball walked down the stairs with a neutral expression on his face, all of his movements felt so unreal and robotic, he hadn't a particular destination to go but he didn't intend to stay home. His mother was absent—perhaps at work—and the living room felt still and empty. Cold remains of breakfast from earlier in the morning remained on the large platter for everyone, it's something Nicole makes when rushing for work.

The cat walked over to it and observed the platter, it always informed him what mood was everyone in and who went where or other aspects about them.

Gumball seeing four croissants together next to a large pile of eggs, mixed with bacon bits inside of it and beside it was a large grease stain. Obviously, Richard had come down and perhaps in guilt, grabbed only the sausages and to not look greedy, refused to eat anything else. Next to Richard's was Darwin's, again the croissants remained, the eggs were eaten and so were the sausage—Darwin's mood was obviously grumpy enough to get some food but left out the starch because he was likely too bitter to eat too much.

'More for me,' Gumball thought, grabbing their bread and chewing on his first piece as he exited the house. Thankfully it still had a good taste, although cold. Gumball walked out the house and through the lawn, likely to relax at the local rose garden park considering nobody went there and Gumball often found solitude there.

He arrived at the pebble decorated stairway, walking up to the little path way surrounded by trees where a circular isolated hole in the middle of the park would be. Gumball prepared himself for the heat by rubbing on lotion as he got closer, considering the fresh air might not be so fresh when he arrived. As the cat made his way through the trees he finally breached the entrance, his little Fortress of Solitude.

"Finally," He mustered, flopping down on the scattered green leaves, resting his head on the towel he placed on the log. Gumball exhaled and relaxed, but he couldn't muster a smile, he was dead serious about what he said to Anais but it bothered him that he was only in the beginning stages of a plan.

'This guy is steps ahead from me,' Gumball thought miserably, before digging in his pockets, 'He likely has a gun too….that means I need one.' The cat pulled out some cash and counted the bills, 'Only twenty bucks, I need at least a hundred more.'

"There you are," Jamie said, walking up from behind the log, unexpectedly for Gumball. Gumball wasn't shocked, but more on annoyed, hoping she wouldn't come to see him today—or even figure out where he was.

"What do you want?" Gumball asked, trying to avoid a conversation. Jamie grinned and flopped beside him, after that night before, contact with anyone besides the Wattersons felt foreign to Gumball.

"I know you're mad at me," Jamie said, admittedly.

"Oh well then perhaps you could leave me alone," Gumball said, looking away from her, knowing she was staring at him. Jamie sighed and knowing she had little options on the table, she tried her best to 'arouse' him. Today, she was wearing a wife beater (like she normally does) but she was also wearing higher up black shorts, which was showing off her thick grey lower-thighs.

"You're in a bad mood," Jamie said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Gumball wasn't aggravated enough to lash out at her, but he refused to return any feelings, "More excellent observations." Gumball could feel her hands rub his shoulder, then slowly padding down to his side. It was a little ticklish but it bothered him on how she was going against his will.

"I guess now isn't the best time for questions about Anais," Jamie sighed, eager to ask,

"I don't know, is it?" Gumball asked, still turned away from her.

"I think it should be, I understand why you're mad at me," Jamie explained, scooting a little closer, getting Gumball's attention. "….Do you intend to apologize?" Jamie grinned and used her other hand to rub her neck, she then used her hand to turn Gumball's head around—surprisingly he did it without resistance.

They both stared at each other and Gumball then realized her slightly more attractive shorts but quickly looked back up at her, "Okay, so?"

"I'm sorry for being an ass and freaking out over nothing," Jamie said bluntly, yet in her tone it was server.

"…..Well jeez, you didn't have to say ass," Gumball said. Jamie looked at him in confusion, 'He's so neutral, I'm not sure if he's mad, or happy…..' She shrugged and let out a little grin, "Well it's true, you know it and I do, I was just a little mad." Jamie, seeing his acceptance begin to grow, leaned in and brought her face close to his cheek.

"I know you left without a kiss, I can make it up now," Jamie whispered, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. Gumball grinned before sighing and turning away, "Anais got raped last night, the officers found her and brought her to the hospital."

Jamie at first didn't truly understand what he said, she was too unprepared to comprehend. Gumball looked at her blank expression and then repeated himself, "Anais was raped, y'know, forced to have sex? The cops found her later." Jamie then fully comprehended what he said, not expecting this to be nearly as serious as she thought.

"No way," Jamie whispered, trying to see if Gumball was being serious. The cat's expression didn't change, and Jamie's expression melted into that of disgust. "I can't believe this…Gumball, I'm so sorry!" Gumball frowned at her, "What are you apologizing for, you didn't do anything."

"It was my father, wasn't it?" Jamie asked sternly, gripping his hand with her own.

"We don't know who did it, that's the fucked up part," Gumball said, his head swinging a little as he straightened himself on the log, "Whoever it was, I'm going to kill them." Jamie stared at him for a second before a putting her head down, "I guess I would have the same reaction if that happened to me," Jamie said guiltily, but carefully eyeing Gumball for any weakspots he may show, "I should have looked for her, instead of hoping you'd come back."

Gumball stayed quiet for a minute contemplating what she was saying, "You mean, you wanted me to come back?"

"Of course," Jamie said, rubbing her head, "I was being selfish and blaming you, I got an earful from my sisters." Gumball was a little surprised by her admitting this and couldn't really think of anything to say in return, he blinked and stared at the ground.

"My night was so lonely, you didn't kiss me before leaving and you cursed at me—I can't handle that shit," Jamie groaned, talking more to herself. Gumball quickly looked over at her in surprise, "I didn't mean to, I was just pissed off."

"I know, and I want to make it up to you," Jamie said, leaning her head in towards Gumball. The cat noticed this and turned to her, desperately needing a kiss, "Yeah, I miss making out too."

Their lips collided and their eyes fluttered as they reunited again, both enjoying their opposite's creative tongue. Jamie wasted no time making up for what she did by pleasing him any way she could, Gumball's eyes popped opened at the feel of Jamie's hand massage his crotch—arousing him. Gumball then broke the kiss but leaned his forehead against Jamie's, keeping their lips inches apart.

"That place….," Gumball whispered, catching his breath.

"Yeah, I've been playing with it often, huh?" Jamie joked, rubbing the ever-growing stiff organ through his pants. Gumball then slowly brought his hand and cupped hers, Jamie smiled as she presumed he would please himself using her hand. Gumball however quickly pulled her hand away, placing it on her thigh—Jamie looked up at his eyes as he did it.

"What's wrong?" Jamie asked, scarcely, "Is someone watching?"

"No…..it's just…you realize some bastard…..," Gumball stuttered before pulling away his head and groaning, "You realize some bastard forced this…thing…..inside Anais?" Jamie didn't expect him to bring it up and quickly stopped her provocative routine.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bother you about it," Jamie said sincerely, immediately trying to dispose of any inappropriate thoughts. Gumball grinned and forcefully wrapped his arm around her, getting Jamie's attention quickly, "No, I'm just acting weird, let's try again."

Gumball then forcefully collided his lips against Jamie's—although careful to not hurt her—and licked at her arousing and lively taste. Jamie's hands again found their way to his lower body, this time paying attention to his stomach as she coped its shape and fiddled with his belt. Gumball realized this and slowly parted his lips, again inches away from her face, "What are you doing?"

"Just playing," Jamie said, looking down as she yanked the belt out.

"…..You know where this normally leads, right?" Gumball asked, putting a hand on her thigh and softly rubbing against her thickness. Jamie then kissed his nose and purred seductively, receiving a playful laugh from Gumball, "You do it like this…..purrrrr…purrrr." Jamie was a little stunned by his realistic purring, never hearing him do it so well before.

"This is why I love cats," Jamie said, sliding her hands down his now loose pants. Gumball was still odd about how she was invoking such blatant sexual acts, having never acted this way before—at least to such an extreme extent.

"You've never acted this bold before," Gumball said, quickly distracted by her hand eagerly rubbing against his erected private through his underwear. Jamie's smile shifted into a frown as she gripped him—forcing him to moan—as Gumball acknowledged her need. "You don't like it when I do this?" Jamie asked, getting an embarrassed smile from Gumball.

"No, no, it's just that…" Gumball dug in his pants and grabbed her own hand, trying to peel her away from his reserved region—pleasure ensuing. Jamie watched him a little humorously as he groaned while trying to pull her hands off his private, creating sexual friction between them. Gumball eventually succeeded and exhaled as he looked up at her, a little disappointingly, "…You know we're not ready, I thought full-clothed groping was cool?"

"Yeah, but how long are we going to do that?" Jamie asked, watching Gumball zip up his pants and re-hook his belt. "Until we're ready, we can start planning but not soon, we can't have sex," Gumball explained, adjusting his clothes and resting his hands on his crossed knees.

"I just wanted to make sure that you didn't think I was being prudish," Jamie explained, making sure the communication was clear, "I mean I WAS, but it was only temporary."

"Well, if you wanted to prove that, all you had to do was allow me to do this," Gumball said, a smile stretching on his face as he reached over and realizing Jamie had no intention of backing up, cupped her left breast. Jamie blinked before feeling his other hand carefully squeeze her right breast, his eyes pierced her own body.

"You like them, obviously," Jamie said, a little indifferently as she stretched her arms back and showed off her round assets through her wife-beater t-shirt—Gumball's hand stuck on. The blue cat was in uncharted territory, and he was tempted to bring this even further as he softly pushed her breasts up, they're impressively developed (for her age) breasts bounced.

"Jesus, I remember when you didn't even wear a shirt 'cause they were so small," Gumball said, amazed as he pulled his hand away, "Well, you can sleep soundly now, I don't think you're prudish, and I'm glad you let me touch them now." Jamie was disappointed that he quitted so early, but the entire time it was obvious that Gumball had something else on his mind. "Yeah, they develop quickly out of nowhere, but hey—you enjoyed them. You should grab them more."

"Usually I've never noticed them, but if they have grown that well so-far, then feel free to not wear a sh-…..wait….Jamie," Gumball suddenly said, his ears jumped up and his hands made 'claw-like' gestures as he looked around. Jamie looked at him, his sudden mood change confusing her, "You sense something with you Pussy-senses?"

"…I'm still not sure if I like being called a pussy or not but…I sense…..someone," Gumball said before looking over his isolated area and spotting Principal Brown swift through the leaves. The couple looked at each other before arising to their feet, curious as to why the Principal would be at this particular park.

"I guess he doesn't normally come over here," Jamie asked, receiving a nod from Gumball. "This scumbag has never been here, ever."

"This doesn't sound like a coincidence," Jamie stated, watching the slug stroll by, unknowingly to Gumball and Jamie. "I bet my father put him up to it," Jamie stated angrily, as Gumball stood up next to her, putting a hand on her shoulder, "We don't know that, don't make any assumptions." Jamie looked over at Gumball with a sarcastic grin, "He hates us, I wouldn't put anything past him." Gumball sighed and glanced over at the slug as he slowly shuffled away, unaware of the two kids.

"Brown!" Principal Brown heard a boy shout, he turned around and groaned. Gumball and Jamie approached him, resembling criminals with their hands in their pocks and a displeased look on their faces.

"What do you want?" Principal Brown asked, irritated by their presence.

"How did you find out about this place?" Gumball asked, circling Principal Brown. The Principal eyed him suspiciously, returning the interrogating stance Gumball was giving off, "Because I wondered off the trail, but what are you doing here?"

"That's none of your business," Jamie exclaimed, standing in front of Brown. The slug glanced at the two children before pulling off his glasses and cleaning them, Gumball and Jamie glanced at each other before Principal Brown finished.

"Your suggestive encounters are already noted by the school system, but more disturbing is your increase in hooliganisms—and I won't hesitate to punish you for it," Principal Brown said, raising the children's eyebrows.

"You already tried this and it didn't work the first time," Gumball noted, pointing his finger at him.

"That doesn't mean you can do whatever you want, I have sufficient evidence this time," Principal Brown argued, with a little smirk.

"But nobody takes you seriously in the school system anymore," Jamie added, much to anger of Principal Brown.

"Excuse me!" He shouted at Jamie, "You don't know anything about what's going on in the school system!" The grey ox laughed, "If only I didn't have Mr. Small as a guardian you might've been right!"

"Wait, you've recorded Jamie and I doing 'hooliganisms' or whatever?" Gumball asked, trying to process what he said earlier. Principal Brown nodded, calming himself, "Yes I have, you don't hide yourselves and it's a public annoyance."

"Does it make you mad that Gumball gets pussy easier than you, old man?" Jamie asked, to the surprise of both males.

"So you're having intercourse with multiple women then?" Principal Brown asked, in disbelief. Gumball slapped Jamie on the elbow, "Don't say that! It's not true!" Principal Brown sighed and tried to walk past Gumball but the cat prevented him, and turning around was futile because Jamie had blocked him in.

"What do you want, Watterson?" Principal Brown asked, rubbing his temples.

"I wanted to know if you knew anything about Anais," Gumball said, getting straight to the point. Principal Brown raises his brows upon hearing her name, "Ah yes, I heard about the young Ms. Watterson's abduction, is she all right?"

"You don't know what happened to her?" Gumball asked.

"No, I don't," Principal Brown said, which sounded light-hearted and almost sarcastic. Gumball and Jamie both eyed him suspiciously as he said that, Principal Brown's expression remained in a solid neutral state.

"But you know about the abduction, right?" Gumball asked, squinting his eyes and twirling his fingers in Brown's direction.

"Yes, that's what I just said, what's your point?" Principal Brown asked, growing even more impatient.

"Hmm….interesting," Gumball said as he walked a little towards the left, thinking as he folded his arms. Both Jamie and Principal Brown were a little confused by Gumball's weird pondering as the blue cat looked over at Principal and smirked, "Well….uh….hmmm…." Principal Brown seemed humored by Gumball's inability to reply. "What's wrong Watterson, cat caught your tongue?"

"No, but I'm a cat, and I caught your tongue," Gumball said, his smile melting and a serious glare plastered on his face. Principal Brown didn't seem fazed, "How so?"

"How did you know Anais had been abducted?" Gumball asked, looking over at Principal Brown his smile jiggled a bit before letting out a large grin and leaning towards him, "Well….it was on the news and stuff."

"How was it on the news? The Sheriff said he wouldn't tell anything until they caught the abductor," Gumball said, pushing aside the shitty excuse, "And no news cameras came to talk to us." Jamie then finally realized what Gumball was getting at and she looked up at him in disgust, "You scumbag! You're in on this!" The children noticed Principal's face scrunch into a defensive frown.

"It was a rumor I mean! I didn't pay much attention when I heard it!" Principal Brown exclaimed, adjusting his glasses.

"You're full of shit!" Jamie shouted back, astounded that he would lie on such a sensitive subject, "I can't believe you!" Principal Brown clinched his teeth and brushed past Gumball, almost knocking him over.

"Where are you going!" Gumball shouted at him.

"Away from here, stupid kids!" Principal Brown scolded, "I don't know anything about Anais, leave me the hell alone!"

"I've got you Brown," Gumball replied, likely something he couldn't hear and was more of a reminder to himself, "There's no way Brown could've known." He felt Jamie grip his shoulders and pulled him into her, "Principal Brown is an enemy, of course that bastard knows!" They watched as Principal Brown hurried out of the isolated spot, both feeling awkward from the half-assed interrogation they gave.

"I can't believe he'd stoop so low, I bet he knows who raped Anais," Gumball said, a little out of himself. It finally felt like a foot in the door, it was obvious that things had either slipped by the Police or Principal Brown knew something about it.

Jamie then felt something vibrate in her pocket, she immediately dug in and pulled out her phone—scanning through the new messages.

"Gumball, we've been invited to to a party."

-Tobais' House 2:30pm—

"Darwin, you need to relax," Rachel said, slurping a 7-11 Slurpee to combat the heat, "It's too hot to be doing this and I didn't kick Tobias out the house for snarky attitudes."

"Fine, whatever," Darwin exclaimed, getting up out of the rocking chair and standing in front of Rachel who was sitting on the couch. She looked up at him, curious as to what he would do, "Do your parents know you're here?"

"Rachel, this is important!" Darwin said, leaning over and stretching his arms over the sides of the couch, glaring at her, "I need information!"

"I don't know, I didn't do anything with Anais," Rachel explained.

"Yeah, but you know people who might," Darwin explained before looking down at her blue sweaty figure in a t-shirt and bikini bottoms, "But not a lot goes on in Elmore that you don't know about!" Rachel sighed and broke the uncomfortable eye-contact, her hands guided down Darwin to the couch as she moved her feet out the way.

"I'll see if I can find out about stuff, a lot of my friends are coming to the party tonight," Rachel said, putting her lips back on the straw and slurping.

"Good, I need to find out as fast as possible," Darwin said, as he looked away and laid back on the couch, "And whatever you do, please don't get Gumball involved."

"Why not? Why not ask him, I'm sure he and his fuck buddy know plenty of people who did it," Rachel explained, wiping her forehead from the minor glaze of sweat. Darwin sighed and watched Rachel put her feet back on the couch, right next to Darwin but not pushing him off.

"Because…..we got into a fight," Darwin said, staring off but looking in the direction of the ceiling.

"Again?" Rachel asked, a little indifferently, "Tell me something new."

"No, it was a fist fight," Darwin explained, getting Rachel's full attention. She remained quiet as Darwin looked obviously hurt by what he just said, "Gumball and I were pissed because we blamed each other and I thought it was his fault, so he kept challenging me and I walked out and fought him—I won."

"I always knew you were stronger than Gumball," Rachel said, observing Darwin's round body and noticing the slight discoloration, "You took some hits, honey."

"Gumball would've beaten me if it wasn't so dark," Darwin said, feeling Rachel embrace him in a hug, had it not been for his current attitude he would've reacted in glee being invited to play snuggle bunnies due to her intruding assets rubbing on him. "Don't say that about yourself, you kicked his ass," Rachel reassured, looking down at Darwin whose eyes remained glued to the floor.

"I just want to see if you can help me, you know everyone in this city," Darwin explained.

"Of course I would, babe," Rachel said, planting a kiss on his head. Darwin glanced up at her and blushed as she kissed his cheek and rubbed his fin. "R-Rachel!" Darwin stuttered, feeling her rub a hand against his leg, "Oh c'mon, you watch Jamie do the same to Gumball all the time." Darwin didn't really have a response and sat there as she plucked some soft kisses on his lips.

"R-Rachel," Darwin embarrassingly laughed, "Now isn't the time."

"Oh, so there's a time we can do this?" Rachel asked, pulling out her phone and reading something, "Well I uh…."

"Here's a good time, how about tonight at Idaho's party?" Rachel asked, pressing the 'accept' button on her phone, "Besides, if you're really interested in getting this guy, Idaho is the first person I'd see."

"Why?"

"Well…."

-The Watterson's House, 2:59pm—

"Can you give me an idea of what he looked like?" Jamie asked.

"I don't know," Anais shuttered.

"What'ta his voice sound like?" Gumball asked.

"I don't know."

"Height? Weight? Anything?" Jamie asked, "I need you to think about this."

"I'm serious, I don't know."

"Do you know where he took yo-"

"I DON'T KNOW! I DON'T REMEMBER! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT IT!" Anais screamed at Gumball, before running to the bathroom and slamming the door. The two kids didn't even attempt to chase after her, knowing she wouldn't change.

"I knew that wasn't going to work," Gumball sighed, walking outside to the backyard with Jamie. The ox shrugged her shoulders and looked up in the sky, "This is hopeless, doesn't the Police have DNA of the rapist?"

"They didn't find anything," Gumball sighed.

"Or they didn't tell you," Jamie added, quickly glancing over at the house beside Gumball's house. "You think they're hiding stuff from us?" Gumball asked, looking in the other direction. Jamie looked up at the window of the neighboring house, seeing the old man named Mr. Robinson stare at her from his window on the 2nd floor. Jamie's eyes uncomfortably locked with his calm ones, a little smile stretched on his lips as well. He stood like a statue, staring at Jamie in such an authoritarian matter—with a sense of humor.

"Jamie?" Gumball asked, looking over at her, "Do you think they're hiding stuff from us?"

"Uhh…" Jamie stuttered, looking over at Gumball, "Gumball, I never asked but who lives next to you?" Gumball immediately glanced up at the house—missing Mr. Robinson—then returning his attention to Jamie, "That's the Robinson's House, they're pretty awesome people."

Jamie blinked at such a positive statement, before looking back at the large window with Mr. Robinson still smiling at her, in an almost satanic manner. "Why is he staring at me?" Jamie asked, unsure if she should break eye-contact. Gumball looked up in her direction and spotted Mr. Robinson, who's grin then melted to a frown, followed by a scowl and walked away from the window.

"Man, sometimes I wish he would spot me!" Gumball whined, turning away. Jamie held still, unsure of exactly what she was doing, his eyes were almost hypnotizing.

"Why was he staring at me?" Jamie asked.

"He always does that, c'mon let's get ready for the party," Gumball said, dragging Jamie back inside the house.

-Idaho's House, 7:03pm Sunset—

Gumball and Jamie approached the house with blasting music and chatter heard from even outside the house, and they were a little late. Gumball groaned as he watched a bird fly over to the silhouette houses contrasting with the navy blue sky as the sun had just settled over the horizon and the stars began to shine.

"Okay, well it's not entirely dark yet," Jamie said, walking up to the lit porch and knocked on the door.

"I hate the trains in this region," Gumball grumbled, straightening his collar. Jamie was dressed in some leather daisy dukes and a low-collar with a large collar leather coat. She resembled a classy 1950's hot-shot who was a tomboy, and Gumball was wearing a short sleeved button up white dress shirt. Also, as Jamie requested, he wore black slacks and shiny shoes—she knew he would look the classiest.

The door was opened by Rob, who also looked a little classy, "Oh hey!" Jamie and Gumball nodded back at him before Rob turned back to the wild party inside with strobe lights and heavy rap music, "Hey guys, Jamie and Gumball are here!"

As the party inside roared even louder with "Hey's", "Yo's", and other greetings a smile crept on Gumball's lips. Jamie seemed only moderately interested in high-fiving or tipping her head in the direction of some kids. Gumball however tried his best to act cool but ended up desperately responding to the dozens of faces that hurled greetings his way, building up his own ego.

He had forgotten -considering it was the summer-that he was a new founded Popular Kid at the school, who had been infamous for snagging Jamie 'the Tough Cookie' (and rumor-wise, nailing her), scaling down Principal Brown, and openly bragging about pranks and school groups like Raid and others formed with.

"Hey guys!" He greeted, doing a Soul-Brother handshake with another cat and his friends.

"Sup," Gumball nodded in the direction of the cream colored Dog, and giving off a peace sign to that Hot-dog guy.

He had missed it greatly and almost forgot about it entirely when he got home, his status meant nothing to his family. Nicole never paid much attention to it, Richard didn't even know about it, Anais detested it—especially when it got to his head, and Darwin always seemed to ride the aftershocks of it so his popularity was boosted a little.

Jamie then tapped Gumball and leaned in his ear, "Don't get too excited but I'm willing to let you get a little loose tonight."

"What does that mean?" Gumball asked, following Jamie's finger pointing at a group of giggling girls—many younger and older than he is, "Go to town if you want, just don't get too passionate."

"Jamie, we're here for a reason, business first then party second," Gumball explained, but Jamie refused, "Hell no, party first then business second."

Gumball sighed and with a smile shrugged and agreed, he had to admire how his girlfriend could be pretty understanding of a boy. "So I have permission to make out with anyone I want?" Gumball asked, making sure he understood right, "You have permission to be flirty, or sure, Make-out, but when I call your name you better jump up and kneel before me."

"Ha, okay," Gumball said, beginning to break away from Jamie, "But I want to kiss you last."

Jamie rolled her eyes with a little grin before being pulled away by a bunch of kids, notably Tobias, Tina and some other children. Gumball was pulled in by a bunch of girls near the drink table, finally giving in into the constant attempts by girls at Elmore Jr. High that after the Penny incident he tried to ignore. Jamie smiled and greeted her friends before leading them over to a corner where it was a little quieter.

"I have something bad to tell you," Jamie announced.

"About Gumball?" Carrie questioned.

"Yes, his sister was abducted at my house—then raped," Jamie said, stunning all the immediate Raid kids. Carrie stared at Jamie almost mindlessly, not sure if she heard it right. Tina's shock turned to a noticeable anger as she quietly leaned in and whispered her loud voice towards Jamie, "Who did it?"

"We don't know," Jamie explained, which immediately struck an unsatisfactory string inside the children. "That's bullshit, how didn't you see her get abducted?" Carrie asked but Jamie shook her head, "Our families were fighting, she was at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Fighting about what?" Tobias asked.

"Its personal," Jamie sighed, rubbing her arm before looking up at Tina's angry glare, "But you know, Tina."

The dinosaur frowned in confusion before seeing that familiar look in Jamie's eyes and realizing the connection, "…Oh, no way! Are you sure?"

"He called us, and stuff went down," Jamie explained.

"Fuck," She groaned, sitting down and causing the house to jiggle a bit. Everyone quickly went back to dancing as the Raid kids glanced over at Gumball. "Seems like Gumball is taking it okay," Banana Joe said, observing the 7th to 8th graders talk to him as he poured a cup of fruit punch.

"He was pretty depressed when I found him in the park, partially because of our personal fight," Jamie said, feeling a little uncomfortable when thinking about it. The Raid club was rather surprised that she didn't look annoyed about the girls harassing Gumball.

"Is that why you're letting him flirt around?" Tina asked.

"Sort of, I've just been a dick to him lately," Jamie said, before turning away from him and back to the club. "I think I know who raped Anais, or at least was responsible for getting someone else to do it—and Gumball seems eager to kill him," Jamie explained, silencing the club as Tobias looked over at the loud group before back at Jamie.

"You want us to help? Tobias asked, noticing everyone's uneasiness on the subject—besides Carrie who looked a little eager.

"I'll gladly help out, I know good places to bury people," Carrie said enthusiastically, much to the awkward humor of Tina.

"Well, I didn't mean it like that, I was just keeping you informed," Jamie explained, stretching her legs out from the stiffness. "Obviously we're going to help, we've only killed two people as a group though so I don't know how well this will work," Carrie explained, before having the kids 'shush' her loudly.

"We don't talk about that!" Banana Joe exclaimed.

"Okay, okay, sorry," Carrie whined.

"So, that's why you're here, eh?" Tobias asked, getting Jamie to cock her eyebrow, "What do you mean?" Tobias smirked before exchanging smiles with Banana Joe, "You need some guns, don't you?"

Jamie blankly looked at him before rolling her eyes, "Oh yeah, but we came for a party too."

"So that makes four 'out to kill', probably more too," Anton said, suddenly walking up to the group and waving to Jamie, "Hey Jamie, you know your boyfriend is flirting."

"Oh I know, but wait…..four? Its only me and Gumball, not including you guys," Jamie said.

"Yeah, but you're not the only ones here for weapons," Anton explained, he then pointed at the floor which really meant the basement, "Darwin and Rachel are here too, talking with Idaho downstairs about some automatics."

"What?!" Jamie reacted, shocked.

"What do you mean 'what'? Everyone comes to Idaho's house for guns, his family is a bunch of crazy Inner-country, 2nd amendment-right, conspiracy theorist Libertarians," Carrie exclaimed, pointing at poster in the kitchen with Charles Heston holding a rifle and another poster with the World Trade Center in flames with letters on the bottom saying "TRUTH?".

"Yeah but Darwin? Of all people…" Jamie groaned, suspecting another fight between Gumball and Darwin would ensue.

"Well they were invited and nobody had a problem with it, besides it's his sister too," Tina said, giving them the benefit of the doubt. "And Rachel is so funny, she's such a gangster its hilarious," Carrie said, teasing Tobias.

"Not better than me," Tobias pointed out.

"Yes Tobias, way better than you, she's got so much cash from her selling of weed and shit!" Carrie laughed, avoiding Tobias who attempt to smack her, "No wonder your always safe, rich Dad, Pimp sister too!"

On the other side of the room, Gumball was busy being questioned by a group of excited girls, way over populating him. He sipped his drink as some of the girls fiddled with his cat ears and squealed excitedly at the sound of Gumball purr and meow.

"I love the way you purr, Gumball," A light brown tall dog with reddish floppy ears complemented, rubber her fingers in-between his left ear—Gumball remained as reserved as possible, giving off only a little smile and keeping his hands glued to his cup.

"I like the way you rub me," Gumball compliment, igniting much laughter and giggles.

"Will Jamie kill us if we get a little close?" A younger girl asked, she seemed around 11 years old, she was a fit bumble bee with long blonde hair. Gumball popped his eyebrows at her before sipping his drink again, "No, she gave me some room tonight."

"Cool!" Another cat cheered, she was a little tomboyish wearing a white biker coat to contrast with her black complexion and fancy boyish hair, "You're so cute Gumball." Gumball checked her figure out, another thing he was able to do without getting slapped now-in-days, "Hey, another cat!" She smiled at his statement and nodded her head, giving the 'cat' nod they do to other cats when they spot them.

"You're style looks creative," Gumball complemented.

"Wow thanks! I'm Ancient Egyptian-American," She explained, showing off her jet black fur as oppose to modern Egyptian genes with have a sand-like fur. Gumball was obviously impressed and tapped his hands on his lap.

"Here, sit on the my lap."

Predictably, the dozen or so girls (and growing) shrieked in surprise, but Gumball kept his gaze at the black cat who shyly walked on the other side of the couch and turned around, "This is embarrassing!" She giggled, but Gumball didn't hesitate and pulled her down onto his lap, she shivered as he made her comfortable. Gumball guiltily enjoyed her sitting on his lap, but the popular kids did it all the time back when he wasn't one, and it made him desperate to do it whenever he had the chance.

"Holy shit, Jamie lets you do this?" She asked, making herself comfortable as she felt his arms wrap around his stomach.

"Only when she lets me, yes," Gumball explained, playfully scratching his claws against her jean covered thighs.

The rest of the girls pestered him about being next and other nonsense, but Gumball's ears twitched and he felt a tingling feeling again. "Shit, my senses are going off," Gumball said, looking around her body and examining the dance floor in the background.

"Cat senses?" A duck girl asked.

"Yes, cat senses, we get it when we know somebody is near," The black cat explained, turning her head around and observing Gumball look around before his gaze fell to the hardwood floor.

'Darwin? He's here, where is he?' Gumball thought, his senses going crazy towards the direction of the floor.

"Hey cutie," a teddy bear with bow said, "Forget about us?"

"Oh, uh…no, no of course not," Gumball said, patting the black cat on her thigh playfully before making an excuse, "I just have false senses."

"Cats don't have false senses," The black one on his lap pointed out.

"Well, my father is a rabbit so sometimes my genetics get messed up," Gumball explained, an explanation accepted by everyone before Gumball grabbed the cat's legs and pulled her around, putting her legs on the side of the couch with her still sitting on him. Their gazes matched before Gumball smiled and asked, "So, what's your name?"

-Downstairs in the Basement—

The brick covered underground basement was loaded with racks upon racks of miniature canned food and firearms. The basement was practically an underground house, and in the "living room" of the basement, Rachel and Darwin sat talking to Idaho. The basement was rather well cleaned but it still resembled some 'war' shelter.

"Grab me dat one," Idaho commanded, "No nah, the one with the scope."

Rachel reached up and grabbed the huge gun, Darwin watched carefully as she pulled out the long sniper-riffle from the "Medium-sized" rack. Idaho had guns adjusted for size of person, considering his family used miniature weapons.

"That's dun' be a M107, great for assassinations," Idaho explained. Rachel looked a little confused and softly placed the weapon on Darwin's lap, the fish grabbed it like an inexperienced person. Rachel could tell the weapon was a little above Darwin's head, and the fish didn't seem to appreciate its overly complex design.

"While this is nice, the thing is I'm just trying to kill one person," Darwin said before looking over at Rachel whose face remained neutral, but Darwin thought carefully, "Perhaps a couple more if he has friends."

"Basically he's looking for something basic, he's not an assassin," Rachel explained.

"Yeah, like walk up and bang," Darwin said, admittedly fascinated with the weapon.

"….Hmm, aw-wite, Rachel babe, hand him the handgun….the small black one, yeah dats it," Idaho facilitated as Rachel grabbed the firearm, trading it with the long scoped sniper-riffle. Darwin smiled as Rachel handed him the gun, "Yes, this gun looks normal."

"Dat der' be uh nine millimeter, automatic and common," Idaho said before smirking, "Legal too."

"Yeah this is sweet," Darwin said, stretching his fin's muscles to imitate a finger and pull the trigger—thankfully unloaded.

"Is that good?" Idaho asked, hopping off his little stool. Rachel smirked as Darwin seemed hypnotized by the weapon, "Yeah, it's good."

"Okay, let me get yah sum' bullets and sum' mags," Idaho said, walking out of the basement room and into another section. Rachel watched as Darwin continued to analyze the gun, she playfully tapped him and pointed in the direction he was supposed to be walking.

"Oh right," Darwin laughed, following Idaho.

"You're going to shoot your eye out with that if you're not careful," Rachel said, watching him hold it in all types of dangerous ways, "I'll be okay."

"Luckily for you, my Dad taught Tobias and I how to shoot, so I'll make sure you don't kill yourself," She said, a little harshly but Darwin paid no mind.

"Right," He replied.

"Gotta say Darwin," Idaho said with a little surprise in his voice, "I never thought someone like you would kill."

"Well when someone pushes my family, I push back," Darwin said sternly, much to the joy of Rachel who feared she might've forced him into something he didn't want.

"Oh I know, but you outta all 'dem people, was'sa happens to y'ah bein' a Pacifist?" Idaho asked, as he lead Darwin to a packaged gun with ammunition. Darwin shrugged and grabbed the small case, "My brother made me realize that being a Pacifist didn't work."

"How much?" Rachel asked.

"No need for money, it's uh pretty cheap gun," Idaho said but he thought for a second before coming up with something, "However, you could get me sum' pretty expensive paint, for free."

"Of course, Idaho," Rachel said softly as she grabbed Darwin and pulled him to the exit.

"Now we'll come back sun' time, ya' hear?" Rachel shouted, mocking Idaho as the potato smiled and waved—obviously not getting the joke.

"Don't do nothin' you'll regret," Idaho said, forcing a nice departing comment to which Darwin rolled his eyes and smiled, "Of course I wouldn't."

Rachel and Darwin popped out of the basement and was greeted to the empty stairway upwards to the quieter part of the house. The stairwell went upwards to a floor-door in the laundry room which was the farthest from the living room. The kids breached the hatch and left the room, quickly walking back to the party with their discrete case.

"We're finished," Rachel whispered, passing by the unsuspecting Tobias. He looked up at her and nodded, "I thought you had been finished a while ago," Rachel shook her head and along with Darwin filled their red cups with sweet juice.

"Okay then," Tobias yawned as he walked over to Jamie, "You can see Idaho now."

The ox shook her head and immediately looked around for Gumball, quickly spotting the spectacle Gumball had created around the couch. She grinned as she observed her man flirt and grope girls, none of whom she knew personally considering nobody in their right mind who's close to Jamie would dare flirt with Gumball. Unless it was Carrie or Tina.

"Okay girls," Jamie said, catching the crowd of girls off-guard, "Gumball is done."

The girls silently moved to the side, except for the cat still sitting on Gumball's lap who had little choice being locked inside his grip. The black cat trembled as she could feel Gumball make no attempt to remove her with his girlfriend standing eye to eye.

"Uh G-Gumball," The cat shivered, leaning back into Gumball which cause the blue cat to queasily hang on to her—without breaking any boundaries. Jamie stretched her head to the side and looked at Gumball who stared back at her with careless eyes, "Sup babe, like my catch?" Gumball shook the scared black cat to link the phrase 'catch', with the girl.

"I'm impressed, she's got a nice ass I bet," Jamie said, still with her neutral face. The couple both knew that everything was alright but they were deliberately being weird about it to scare the girls.

"You bet right," Gumball smirked, putting his hands underneath the girl's posterior, causing her to jump as he carefully lifted her up and placed her on the couch. The cat was shocked as Jamie playfully lifted Gumball off the couch and spun him around, slapping any dust off of him.

"You had fun?" Jamie asked.

"You bet, I'd love to tell you all about it," Gumball said rhetorically.

-Down in the Basement, Stairway—

"What kind of question is that?" Gumball asked, his voice singled out in the extraordinarily quiet stairwell. Jamie shrugged and rubbed her head, "I'm just asking."

"Well of course….I was…aroused," Gumball explained, choosing his words carefully.

"What does that mean, you were impressed or you had a hard-on?" Jamie asked, receiving a annoyed slap on the shoulder from Gumball. They approached the door at the foot of the stairs, "Yes, the second one, but you said I could do what I want and I didn't even make out."

"Alright, I'm not mad at you," Jamie explained carefully, trying to calm Gumball's nervousness.

"Okay then, I just was showing off my cool," Gumball explained, calming himself as he twisted the doorknob and opened it for Jamie to walk through first. The girl rolled her eyes at the snarky statement before walking down the hallways where Idaho was.

"There you are Idaho, we were worried about you," Jamie said as she casually sat down in the chair. The potato let out a cheesy smile before his eyes spotted Gumball. "So he really gone' get a gun?" Idaho asked in surprise, Gumball forced a little smile as he awkwardly sat down.

"Of course, it was only a matter of time," Jamie said.

"You ready to kill someone, Gumball?" Idaho asked.

Gumball nodded his head, a smile blossomed on Jamie's lips.

-Downtown Elmore, 8:01pm, Pitch Dark—

Darwin and Rachel snuck down the run down apartments of the downtown, through the trash cans and old fences. Darwin was incredibly worried about this and looked behind him every three seconds as Rachel confidently snuck through holes in the fences.

For Darwin to be downtown at this time at night was mindboggling to him, but to hide around in the slums were even worse. The noises of cars and light-rails passing by in the atmosphere of the city made him feel even more alien, he obviously preferred the safe suburbs.

"Don't you feel extreme Darwin?" Rachel asked, holding his gun case.

"I'm not sure if I would say extreme," Darwin cringed as Rachel walked through an alleyway and into a street. Darwin was a little relieved to be out of the damp backsides of the apartments but it didn't help that they were still in slums.

"This is the shop I go to for information," Rachel said, as she dragged Darwin along into the cheap corner store plastered with a large dirty sign in some East Asian language. Darwin entered on cue with the 'ring' sensor system, alerting the owners. Rachel snatched a plastic sealed cinnamon roll from the rack of unhealthy treats and rested her elbows on the counter.

Darwin walked up to the counter and noticed Rachel was swinging the gun-case in his direction, underneath the counter. "Get it, open it up and load it," Rachel said casually, dropping the heavy case on the floor.

"Rachel what are we going to do?" Darwin asked, a little worriedly.

"Going to help your sister, of course," Rachel smiled at him.

-The Watterson's House—

"Nicole, don't you think we're being a little over-reactive?" Richard asked, snapping in a bullet-magazine into his AR-15. Nicole wasn't listening, her eyes glimmered as she loaded up her newly cleaned and very familiar .45 Smith & Wesson.

"Alright, we're ready for any intruders," Nicole whispered as tossed the gun on the bed and arose from the mattress.

"It's almost 10 o' clock, where are the boys?" Nicole asked.

"They're at the party, remember?" Richard asked, setting the huge semi-automatic on the side of the wall next to his night stand. Nicole let out a chuckle at his response, "Not at no 10 o' clock they are!" Richard stretched out his pajama's collar before looking out their bedroom window at the dark sky, he could make out white clouds slowly move in.

"I'm worried about them too," Richard said, getting Nicole's attention, "They must feel so helpless about their sister, but I'm scared they'll do something crazy."

"I know what you mean," Nicole sighed, scratching an itch on her back, "But imagine how Anais must feel."

"I don't want to think about that," Richard groaned, lying his head down on the covers.

"But you have to babe, then you'll understand why I'm doing this," Nicole said, closing the door to their bedroom.

"Doing what? Setting up security systems and arming us to the teeth?" Richard said, obviously irritated as he turned away from Nicole, " Is this America or is it Iraq?" Nicole frowned at the last statement, finding it almost inconsiderate.

"Your daughter was raped and that's your response? A silly joke?" Nicole asked angrily.

"How is any of what I said a response to Anais getting raped?" Richard asked, trying to immediately cool the conversation. Nicole wasn't having any of it, "Well what other response have you given! You don't do anything and haven't done anything! Besides driving, how many times have you talked to Anais?!"

"Nicole I don't want to talk about this," Richard cringed.

"Then shut up when I do what needs to be done!" Nicole shouted, opening the bedroom door and slamming it—startling Richard in her aggressiveness, "I'm going to check on Anais! Like a GOOD parent!"

Nicole rushed down the hallway and slowly placed her hand on the doorknob of the children's room. Nicole made sure she wouldn't give away too much noise as she slowly pushed the door open and slowly perked her head inside. She could make out from the glare of the nightlight that Anais was underneath the covers and shuffling around a bit, perhaps from the inclusion of the door's croaking.

'She's safe, thank God.'

Nicole sniffled around in the room a bit and it had a slightly unpleasant stench, smelled like unwashed fur and a little must. Her mother instincts activated as she pushed the door back in its entirety and crept into the room. Unlike the hallway, the room was covered in blackness and yellowish light shining from the nightlight near the floor on the wall.

Nicole grasped the handle and unlocked the window and pulled upwards, manually pushing the window out of the lower frame. There was still a black screen protecting the open window from any bugs, and incidentally to prevent or at least discourage Gumball and Darwin from jumping out.

"Sleep soundly," Nicole smiled as she pulled out a liter and lit an incense.

The mother quickly left, making sure not to slam the door or make any noises. Nicole crept back into the hallway, using her keys to lock the door. The woman sighed and fell back on the wall, slowly falling down to the floor as she took a massive breather.

"The boys need to be home, she's lonely."

-Sunset Avenue, 11:01pm-

"You're pretty good with it, Gumball," Jamie complemented as her boyfriend twirled the gun on his finger and pulled the trigger, deliberately un-loaded.

"Yeah, I love holding this thing," Gumball gasped as he took his other hand and clocked it back, then pulling the trigger. Gumball had purchased a .45—similar to his mother's—from Idaho for about 200 dollars. He told Idaho he'd pay him back (and he would) but Idaho instructed Jamie to show him how to shoot.

The kids passed by the the orange street lights and the blackened houses as time went by, less and less cars, houselights and noises were about. They both enjoyed each other's company in this darkness, with the only sounds being that of an occasional barking dog somewhere or the sounds of crickets.

"This day turned out well, didn't it?" Gumball asked, a little energetic from his success.

"Gumball, you're a little high aren't you?" Jamie asked, digging through her pockets for her pipe. Gumball was too pre-occupied with his newfound weapon to be concerned with what she was doing, which was weed.

"Of course not, but speaking of high, I heard some Zebra foreigners were in the back, shooting up," Gumball said, grinning as he did—still not noticing Jamie.

"Oh really?" Jamie asked, her response a little muffled as she held the pipe in her mouth. She opened a bag of Marijuana and put a ball of it in the pipe, then pulling out a lighter. Gumball quickly glanced over at her and at first ignored it but then did a double take to clarify what he saw, "Uh, Jamie?"

"Hmm?" Jamie heated up the pipe as it began to release a little smell. Gumball could see the faded Jamie light up as she lit her pipe with the liter.

"I thought we agreed on the no drugs thing?" Gumball asked, putting the gun in-between his belt and stomach like some gangster.

"Is weed still a drug now? It's less harmful than smoking or drinking, and is probably just as bad as drinking soda—which you do all the time," Jamie grinned, pulling the pipe away from her lips as green smoke ran from her nostrils.

"If it's okay then why is it illegal?" Gumball asked, a little sternly.

"Because people who make laws are fucking idiots that's why," Jamie said as she took another puff and blew it in Gumball's face, he cringed at its odd smell, "Just cause you think it's wrong doesn't mean it is."

"But, I don't do things I think is wrong, like say…. shooting Anais' rapist," Gumball explained, patting his chest, "I think that's a great thing!"

"Yeah but you acting vigilante is illegal and you're doing it," Jamie explained, careful not to hurt Gumball's feelings, "Just like how you cats think its culturally acceptable to eat and dominate fish, others think it's wrong, and although its illegal many still do it."

"Like who?" Gumball asked, in disbelief.

"Like….say…..you," Jamie smiled as she exhaled again and let out a cough, "Heh, Darwin anyone?"

"That's not slavery, and don't change the subject," Gumball added, not wanting to think about Darwin anyways. Eating Darwin—although disgusting—sounded like a fitting punishment for him right now.

-The Watterson's House—

"Good night Nicole," Richard said reluctantly.

Nicole ignored him and closed her heavy eyes, drifting off into a light rest. As Nicole adjusted in the bed for a comfortable position, something suddenly stunned her—mentally. Her eyes flung open and she flinched in reaction to an uncomfortable feeling her mind replicated—an attack on her. Richard felt the bed jiggle harshly , he turned over and looked in her direction although he was blind due to the lack of the light.

"What's wrong babe?" Richard asked.

"Nothing," Nicole groaned as she got back out of the bed and dragged her unwillingly body wrapped in a pink sleeping gown. "I'm going to give Anais some more medication, she's likely having a nightmare without the boys around."

Nicole walked to her door and twisted the doorknob, this time around she notice that the nightlight, had been turned off. She couldn't see anything besides the stars of the night sky behind. Nicole's pupils shrunk as she immediately rushed over and flicked on the light switch. The room itself flashed in a shining glare as the light blinded Nicole, but she didn't care.

"Anais?" Nicole asked, carefully poking her head down.

She's GONE!

"ANAIS?!" Nicole screamed angrily, shuffling around the covers and observing the the room. The mother hastily flipped over the toys and desks, searching desperately for Anais. Nicole couldn't believe It, unable to take her gaze off the bed. She then instinctively looked over at the window seal, the screen had been blown out!

"Oh my fucking God!" Nicole cried, running out of the room and bursting into their bedroom.

"What's wrong? Burglar?" Richard asked.

"N-No! Anais is missing!" Nicole cried, quickly rushing to their nightstand and clocking in ammunition into the gun. "I JUST put her to bed, the criminals must still be out there!"

Richard, despite completely hating guns, decided to construct the weapon he was assign to. 'It's for Anais!' He thought as he rolled out of bed and put all of his focus into constructing his weapon for use. His fingers put in a bullet and then closed the chamber, loading his old fashioned riffle.

"C'mon, I'm going to kill this fucker!" Nicole cried as she rushed out the room and hurried down the stairs. Nicole kicked the front door open and rushed out into the spotlight of the lamp post. Immediately that sense of losing Anais returned, as she desperately looked around in the shadows of night for anyone. Her cat senses flared and her eyes flashed from shiny reflections before spotting something suspicious.

Richard hurried up and contacted the boys, knowing they were still out and perhaps could be of some assistance. Back with the couple, Gumball was busy being lectured by Jamie on a bunch of cultural issues before feeling his vibrating phone in his pocket.

"Hold on Jamie," Gumball said, pulling out the phone and pressing the 'talk' button, "Hello?...Hello? Dad, is that you?" Jamie looked at Gumball carefully as his facial expression changed from confusion to utter horror in a matter of seconds, then determination.

"Alright Dad, I understand," Gumball said as he thought for a moment and added, "Don't tell Darwin about this….I uh, don't think he can handle it."

"O-Okay, Gumball," Richard said as he hung up the phone and quickly rushed outside into the darkness of night with Nicole. The wife was a little startled before tapping him and pointing towards an area with a bush, next to a mailbox.

"I think he's right there!" Nicole said, preparing to fire.

"Nicole, make sure you don't hit A-"

*POW*

Richard's speech was cut short by the astoundingly loud sound of Nicole's gun firing. Richard sighed in irritation as Nicole readily ignored him and pulled the trigger again, firing another bullet. It was so loud it echoed throughout the blocks of houses, the bullet made a noticeable dent on the mail box.

"Come out, bastard!" Nicole screamed, seeing the blackened figure rush out and make a run for the trees. Nicole could see this and immediately proceeded with the firing, *BANG* * POW* *BANG* , never once crossing her mind that she could accidentally hit Anais.

"Are we sure that's even the guy?" Richard asked.

"He came out of the back of house!" Nicole announced, unable to chase after him as he disappeared. Richard could see it was less likely they were going to catch him but to satisfy Nicole he cocked his rifle and let one shot loose in the general direction, knowing it wasn't going to hit. He was a little stunned by the recoil, a gun felt unfamiliar to him at this age.

"Dammit, he got away!" Nicole shouted, her voice broke near the end as tears formed in her eyes. Richard was a little dismayed but he hadn't given up hope, the man couldn't escape Elmore with a girl like Anais underneath his arm.

-In the Park, 12:01am—

"Shut up!" The masked criminal said. Anais could make out that he was tubby, and not the typical profile for a criminal either. Nonetheless she continued to struggle, not wanting to re-live what she received earlier.

The man threw Anais against the side of a large pole, she winced in pain through her muffled bounds as the fat man pulled out his own phone and dialed a number. Anais decided to watch him carefully, although still distressed, could remember how badly Gumball wanted a description of who raped her.

'I hope he kills him!' Anais thought, glaring up at the fat criminal.

"Hello, Denise?" He grumbled, with a little bit of humor in his voice. Anais' ears perked up at the sound of that name, why was he talking to Denise.

"I have the Watterson girl here," He said, putting his grubby hands on Anais' head—much to her disgust—as he shuffled her ears with his fingers. Anais felt incredibly violated as he proceeded to senselessly rub her back and feel her up in inappropriate areas. Due to being tied up, she was entirely helpless and the feeling of depression started to flare back inside her as the tears rolled down her cheeks.

"You have a couple days left," He said, almost like a joke as he squeezed Anais' snotty nose. She immediately tried to pulled away but he delivered a harsh slap—which was more like an open-palm slam. It knocked the sense right out of her.

"If you don't cooperate with the big boys, more and more of your daughter's boyfriend and his family is going to get it, it's been the Pink rabbit, twice!" He said before glancing around the park and letting out a hefty laugh, "And I don't know what some of the big boys will do to that cute little fish."

Anais tried her best to remain focus and try to vision what this person, dressed in black would look like without such clothes. His voice was the only give-away, he had a dark green texture but that's about it-the voice however she was sure wasn't disguised.

Gumball and Jamie were rushing their way home through the park, hearing the gun shots echo through the neighborhoods. Gumball's gun was loaded now, and he wasn't twirling it around anymore. Jamie was being overprotective, keeping an arm around Gumball like a mother.

"I think the shots were from the criminal who got Anais," Jamie whispered, signaling a nod from Gumball. Jamie looked around before she felt her body shiver, "Heh, this is exciting!"

Gumball looked around the park almost causally, expecting the criminal to be somewhere on the other side of the suburbs—but then he stopped in his path. Jamie stop as well but didn't understand why he did, "What's wrong?"

"See that? The light poll over there," Gumball said calmly, pointing to a huge black pole projecting a bright white light. Jamie nodded and could also make out someone sitting and leaning back on it and another—bigger person by far—walking around the poll and talking on the phone.

"Who is that?" Jamie whispered.

"Who cares, see that pink person sitting on the poll, whoever they are is tied up," Gumball said, the light reflecting on his eyes as senses analyzed the scene from afar. It took Jamie a while but she eventually made out a pink person and a large man walking around her and continuously touching and patting her on the head.

"You think it's Anais?" Jamie asked.

"Who else dresses like such an obvious criminal with a tied up little pink rabbit at twelve o' clock, midnight?" Gumball asked, squeezing the grip on his firearm harshly.

"Listen here Denise, once your friends are through it's YOUR kids next, I'd just get to work with the big man," The criminal explained, seemingly threatening Denise on the phone. Anais had no doubt by the way his comments replied that he was dealing with a scared, possibly drunk Denise.

"He didn't put anyone up to anything, we're after the money is all, fuck you both as far as we're concerned….no not the bank either, say friends of Pop who asked us not to do this," He said, lighting up a cigarette before pleasing himself with another round of feeling up Anais. She struggled but it seemed futile, he was enjoying his clean get away it seemed.

"That bitch can shoot well thought, almost hi-"

"Hello!" Gumball greeted, walking up to the obese criminal with his gun drawn.

"Yo!" Jamie greeted, following with an incredibly huge pocket knife.

The criminal nearly had a heart attack at the sight of two Middle schoolers approach him with such weapons and yet innocent faces and happy greetings. He could hear Denise reply to his cut-off comment but he didn't say anything back, frozen by their sudden appearance. Anais looked noticeably overjoyed with the introduction of them, but also a little suspicious of their weapons.

"Oh, you can give the phone to my girl, Jamie," Gumball smiled, gesturing towards the ox with his free hand, "Don't hang up either."

The obese man noticeably began to shiver in fear as he slowly handed over the cell phone to the entirely calm Jamie, who swiped it with her hand and put it up to her head, "Hello? Mom? Oh…..so this is who he was talking too."

"Talking to Jamie's mother? Dude, she's occupied," Gumball joked, looking down at his captive sister. He then smiled back at the criminal and pointed towards Anais, "Untie her please." He quickly bent down and did what he was told, pulling the rope off and immediately Anais scurried away from him. The look on his face was priceless to Gumball.

"Anais, is this the guy who hurt you?" Gumball asked.

"…"

"It's alright, he's done as far as we're concerned, so is it?" Gumball asked again.

"….No…or, I don't know….but he kidnapped me, and hit me," She whispered, shivering as she hugged her legs and covered her face in embarrassment. Gumball blinked before looking over at the criminal, a look of pity in the cat's eyes.

"So, what's up?" Jamie asked, hanging up the phone.

"This bastard hurt Anais," Gumball said.

"….Wait, you're her brother right?" He asked, Gumball nodded but then reached over and snapped the gun back, putting it in the firing position. The criminal's eyes lit up through his mask as he looked between the girl and boy.

"Wait a minute, I was just hired I didn't do anything," He explained, not changing the look on his face.

"Go over to the river," Gumball said, obviously ignoring the comment. The man suddenly paled upon hearing that, he then felt the need to pled with the boy. "Kid with the gun, uh….c'mon, I didn't do anything!"

"You took my sister from her room," Gumball explained.

"You smack talked my Mom, you're fucked," Jamie laughed, elbowing the stern Gumball in the side, "Lets stab him first, then shoot him." The criminal looked petrified upon hearing that statement, being forced to step his shoes into the dirty and wet river. Gumball and Jamie stood on the side, contemplating on which way to kill him.

"Anais, get over here," Gumball demanded, before turning to Jamie, "He's not like a final boss or anything, he's some asshole."

"So? Asshole is an asshole," Jamie explained, deliberately stepping into the river with her long knife.

"Please kids! I'm not the bad guy!" He cried, as Jamie stepped closer. He attempted to step back but Gumball told him to stay still or else he'd shoot. Anais watched carefully as her brother recognizably insulted the criminal but unrecognizably held a gun to him.

"Anais, what do you suggest?" Gumball asked, "Maybe we should keep him alive so he can rot in jail."

"…..Mmm, no," Anais whispered, "I….don't condone v-violence….but k-kill him please."

"You heard the girl!" Jamie laughed. The criminal attempted to run away but Jamie grabbed his hand and threw him face first into the river. Gumball smiled at the spectacle as he pleaded for his life. Jamie tossed the knife she always brought everywhere before pointing it downwards.

"Three stabs in the back, then a shot to the head, honey?" Jamie asked.

"Yep," Gumball smiled, "Do it sexy-like too! After I shoot him I'll have my first live target!"

"Gumball…" Anais whispered.

"WAIT, NO PLEASE!" The criminal cried, spitting the dirty water out his mouth but it was a futile, Jamie slammed her weapon down.

-The Watterson House 12:34am—

Darwin approached the house alone, with his case in fin. Nicole had been staring out the window for anymore intruders and upon seeing the fish she rushed down the stairs and met him on the sidewalk.

"Darwin!" She cried, giving him a large huge.

"Hey Ms. Mom," Darwin said a little enthusiastically, but the mother was too excited to see any of her children. She had forgotten she had even had kids, like they all died, the minute Anais went missing and the boys had yet to return.

"Darwin, its 12:34 in the morning! What took so damn long?" She asked, not really angrily but more on desperately. She needed answers.

"The party was interesting, is all," Darwin shrugged before making his way out of Nicole's grip and towards the house. "Where's Gumball?" She asked.

"How should I know? He's safe, if he doesn't come home soon he's at someone else's house, don't worry about him," Darwin said, more concerned about a good sleep than a missing brother. His new weapon was like the best toy in the universe and the day was going great. Rachel got some good information for him and he felt like he was miles ahead of Gumball.

"Darwin, do you know what happened to Anais?" Nicole asked, forcing Darwin to stop in the middle of the lawn. The crickets filled the air once more as he pondered on the question.

"Was she kidnapped, again?" Darwin asked.

Nicole nodded her head, depressingly.

"Don't worry, I think I might know where she'd be," Darwin exclaimed before hearing a noise. Nicole could hear it took. The two stopped their conversation and listened; someone was screaming loudly and it was followed by a gunshot. Recognizably a gunshot too.

"Hmmm, strange….tonight, everything feels unreal," Darwin commented before walking towards the house. "Mom, did any police come by today?" Darwin asked, remembering the fury of gunfire he heard echoing on his way here.

"Nope, none…..oddly enough."

Alright the rest of the story is going to be Finished by me so please PM me suggestions or just review them.