"I'm sorry mister Gumball... there were a few... Complications... while we were operating."
"Give it to me strait doc... what happened?"
"While we were operating... someone spilled a vile of a new drug called "Smexy" on you. There was nothing we could do... I'm sorry, but we couldn't change you back to the way you used to look..."
"Its... It's Ok Doctor Buttz... It's not your fault... just let me see. I need to know what I have to work with." The doctor handed gumball a hand mirror... and what he saw- "WHAT THE WHAT?! I LOOK LIKE A FURRY BLUE CHRIS PRATT?!"
"Oh, Also, you were struck by lightning while being splashed with mutant-X formula."
"I WHAT?! WAAAAAA!" Gumball FLEW out through the roof, smashing through all the floors above him and suddenly curing everyone that he flew by, soaring into the sky, only to find his name and a heart written across the moon in big letters for the world to see, as he-
"Seriously? Super powers?"
"Wha- Carrie? What are you doing here... oh... this is a dream, isn't it?"
"Yup."
"Siiiiiigh... Alright..." Gumball snapped his fingers and everything went blank, except him and Carrie. He snapped them again and they were in a dim room with a TV and sofa, static playing prominently from the television. Apparently he wasn't getting any reception in his brain.
"Hm. Cozy." Carrie sat on the couch.
"What?! No its not! I've never even seen a place like- this is your doing isn't it?" He sat on the couch, an expression of 'How didn't I figure that out sooner' written all over his face.
"Maybe. I mean, Its a lot nicer than most of the places I visit."
"Soda?" Gumball pulls out a can of non-name-brand Cola.
"Seriously?"
"Its a copyright thing. Want one or not?"
"Thanks for the offer, but even in YOUR dreams, I cant- what are you doing?"
Gumball pulls ou a knife and STABS the soda-can, the hear a tiiiiny scream like when he washed off the bacteria army... and a little can ghost started floating away-
"Oh..." Carrie grabs it and pops it open while Gumball does the same to the real can. "That was... different..."
"Cheers." The tap their cans together and drink. "... So... Coma?"
"No. Just out cold. The doc had to put you under."
"Wait, WHAT? WHY?!"
"Something about not wanting you to feel yourself being neutered."
"... … …" Gumballs lower jaw had made itself comfortable on the floor.
"Heh- I was joke-"
"WAKE ME UP! WAKE ME UP NOW! I LIKE BEING A GUY! THIS ISNT FAIR! I DONT DESERVE THIS!"
"WOAAAAH! Slow down you- wait, did you say you like being a GUY?"
"... Yyyyyyes?"
"You don't know what neutering is, do you?"
"Yyyyyyeee-no. I thought it was when they chop off your-"
"Noooo no no... they don't chop em off, the just snip the tube so you cant have kids. Besides, I was jokeing, they put you under so they could patch up your side."
"Oh... Right... that reminds me... WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ABOUT?! You coulda killed me!"
"No. I couldn't have. There's only room for ONE ghost in this town, and that's me. I would have forced you back into your body."
"But... your dad-"
"Lives out side of town."
"Right. Soooo... Now what?"
"Now you wake up." Carrie Stretches, yawns, and then- "BRAAAAAAAW"
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"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Gumball sits up screaming, Carrie laughing the whole while!
Carrie floats over and pats him on the back, "Relax! It was just too much to resist! Hahaaaa! Ohhh... that will NEVER get old."
"MISS CARRIE. We need to talk, NOW."
"Awww, but Doctor Butts! We were just having fun-"
"NOW Carrie." Doctor Buttz looked serious about something... well... you know... as serious as a butt with glasses can.
Carrie looked worried. "Well uhh... see you … in a bit Gumball."
"Y-yeah. Come back ASAP. Were not done with the whole... you know... dropping me out a window thing..." He smiled as confidently as he could, which was not very.
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"So, Miss Carrie. When did this start?" Doctor Buttz was pacing back and forth across the room while Carrie floated above an examining table.
"Wait... when did what sta-"
"Being able to make physical contact with Mr. Waterson, Miss Carrie. Its not something you do naturally, and as long as I've know you, you've been averted to the idea of being able to touch anyone in general. So. Either you explain whats going on, OR, I bring in a professional Exorcist to figure out whats bother you."
"Ugggh... Fine..." She blows her hair up, per usual, "What do you want to know?" Carrie was obviously upset about being threatened with an exorcist, someone who could actually give her a shot without special equipment, but overall she was mad that she didn't know herSELF how this was all happening.
"First, I'll ask again: When did it start?"
"Two nights ago."
"During?"
"An incident."
"Miss Carrie, I don't like having to force answers out of you. Please, Be a little more cooperative. Now, What was going on?"
"Its personal."
"Siiigh..." Dr. Buttz walked over to the phone and-
"I SAID ITS PERSONAL!" Carrie flared up, full terror mode on display.
"BLEH-! … … … I think I just threw up a little..."
Carrie deflated, a look of disgusted confusion, "W-wait, how does that even work-"
"Its personal."
"..."
"... Are we agreed?"
"Yes Doc. Now... what I'm saying is that... what happened... I'm still trying to work it out in my head... so I'm not totally ready to talk about it yet... Ok?"
"Ah, yes. That's fair. Now, next, what are the symptoms of being around Mr. Waterson?"
"Uhhh... I haven't been able to posses or phase through him since grade school?"
"Uuuuhuh..." Dr. Buttz was writing down a few things on a note pad. "Anything more recent than that incident that you don't mind sharing?"
"I kneed him in the balls."
"You kneed him in the-... … … Knee? You? But-"
"Also personal."
"Fine. Anything else?"
"I kiiinda pushed him out a window. Was supposed to be a prank of sorts, but jamie isn't used to having long hair, sooo she didn't catch him properly."
"..." Buttz was unreadable. His expression blank as if trying to figure out how and where this idea could have possibly seemed good.
"Ah... aaaaand he's not dead."
"Nope."
"... Ah." Buttz wrote down a few more things, then closed his pen. "Well, I've only seen this twice before, but I think I know whats going on here. You're-"
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"Siiiiigh... This blows... Nurse popsicle stick, how much longer till I can leave?"
"For the LAST time kid, I'm not nurse popsicle stick! I'm Nurse Tongue Depressor! Popsicle stock is my sister!"
"Ohhhh... Sorry. So anyways, how much longer?"
"Uggggh... wait until Dr. Buttz comes back, then HE can tell you-"
As the door opened, Carrie and the Dr. walk (Float?) in, Carrie Seemed to be a little distressed.
"N-no no! Its Fine, Really doctor, And besides! I couldn't afford any kind of medication! Its just not something I'm Ok with. Alright?"
"Are you... certain... miss Carrie? I don't know whet the end results may be..."
"What better way to find out?" Carrie smiles slightly, and blows up her hair. Clearly she was doing her best to regain her composure.
"I-... well... I suppose... when you put it like that... Fine. But know this: I am NOT responcible for any ill that befalls you due to this test, are we clear?"
"Like my reflection doc."
"Like your- ohohoho! Oh, ghost jokes... Good times... You're free to go Mr. Waterson. Hm..." Dr. Buttz walks away mumbling to himself, "I wonder If ghost jokes are considered racist..."
"GREAT! Lets go Gumball!" Carrie grabs him by the arm and BOLTS through the wall! Stopping 10 feet away cringing, and looking back at the cat shaped indent in the wall she just flew out through. "Riiiiight... not a ghost yet..."
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WHEW! Thank you all who are still here, I'm sorry for the absence! Just dealing with some bullshit at work lately (Nightshift isn't half bad, just one of the managers is). Without naming fingers and pointing names, one of my asistant managers wrote me up for something she told me to do. FML. BUT! I have 3 days off right now so BOOM! New chapter! Enjoy all!