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Gumball's Dark Amazing World
Chapter 4 : - The Difference
Gumball opened his eyes, or rather, Dark Gumball did, since he was now in control of their body. The body's mind where he was trapped in for so long. Now, now he was free. Free to go wherever he wanted, talk to whoever he wanted, and, best of all, free to do whatever he wanted. He was now the one in control, he was now the host. On top of that, he had powers to go with it. I can do anything, he thought to himself with a huge smile across his face.
He slowly tried prying himself from the mattress, but the attempt resulted in him tumbling to the floor. A short yell escaped him as he hit the hard carpet. This caused Darwin to start waking up from the sudden scream he heard. Getting a glance at who he thought was still the same old Gumball, he asked, "Gumball! What was that? Are y-"
He was cut off as D-ball shot out the bedroom and dashed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it while holding his upper right arm in pain. He walked to the mirror, taking off his shirt from the previous day. He didn't bother getting changed to investigate what was the cause of the pain he felt. Taking his shirt off, he threw it onto the floor behind him and looked at his arm.
Sighing, he turned away from the mirror, his head leaning back to still see the reflection to further investigate the pain. Looking at the back of his shoulder in the mirror; it no longer hurt and instead, left a stinging sensation on his arm where the pain came from.
This is when Darwin came knocking on the bathroom door, worried about his adoptive brother.
"Hey, Gumball? Are you okay? What was that scream?" he inquired, still oblivious to the fact that it wasn't the same cat he was used to talking with.
"I-I'm fine!" he accidentally said, talking in a slightly deeper voice than Gumball would have spoken in.
"Are you sure? You sound weird," Darwin questioned, confused at how different his friend's voice was.
Clearing his throat, he tried again, doing his best imitation of Gumball's typical tone.
"Don't worry; I'm fine." He thought it would be best to stay undercover for a while, at least until he had come up with a plan for what he actually wanted to do with his newfound freedom.
It was then Nicole came up the stairs, wanting to see what her son's scream was about. She was slightly worried herself, as she didn't know what the cause could have possibly been. Coming to the top of the stairs, she sees Darwin standing outside the bathroom door with a mix of a worried and confused look on his face.
"Darwin dear, what was that scream about?" she asked, as she finally reached the top of the stairs. Her eyes were locked onto her adopted son who looked up at her as she asked him about the scream.
"Hey Mrs. Mom. Nothing apparently; Gumball said it was fine," Darwin responded in his casual, happy tone, believing that everything was okay. If he thought that if anything was wrong then he would tell him. Nicole was getting somewhat impatient with the unreasonable answer.
"Come on! You expect me to believe that? No one screams like that for no reason!"
She walked over to the bathroom door and began to gently knock on it, "Hey, Gumball? Are you okay, dear? What was that scream about?"
Getting annoyed by the constant pestering from his family, the impostor held in another scream, only letting it out quietly by pushing his jaw together so that his teeth were tightly clenched together.
"I'll tell you what I told Darwin...I'm fine!" he finally replied after the pain went away, once again leaving the stinging sensation there to replace it. "I'm okay. Just let me get ready and I'll see you downstairs."
"Okay...if you say so." Beginning to turn around and head back towards the stairs, she remembered something. "Also, don't think I've forgotten about your behaviour yesterday. I do hope you're in a better mood." After this, she headed down the stairs and back into the kitchen.
The orange fish went back into his bedroom to get ready since he had followed Gumball into the hallway without his shoes on.
D-Ball could tell they had left because he heard the stairs creak as his mum walked down them. Not long after, the bedroom door closed as his brother went back in. This allowed him to relax a bit and properly investigate the pain on his arm which he hadn't had the chance of doing since he had been interrupted and all.
Finally getting a proper look at where the stinging pain was coming from, he could see what was happening.
It was his fur!
It was turning into the dark blue colour that it was when trapped in his mind. It was slowing spreading down his arm, back and around his neck. As he was looking at the difference in colour, he could see it actually begin to spread some more. The light blue fur transforming colours faded into a darker blue. Along with it, the pain from the transformation.
He didn't mind this happening, as he preferred his darker look. He couldn't have it happening now! That was not what he wanted because it would blow his cover before he put any of his plans into action.
As the process of turning seemed to calm down, he put his shirt back on and waited by the door so that he could hear his brother go downstairs before leaving. Not having to wait long, he walked out the bathroom and went into his bedroom to get a scarf - he needed something that could cover his neck.
Searching his room, he found an old scarf in the back of his wardrobe. Shaking the dust off, he wrapped the scarf around his neck and headed downstairs for breakfast.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the dining room, he could see Darwin, Richard and Anais sitting at the table. As he got closer to the table, he was able to see that they already began eating.
The fake walked towards the table, trying his best to appear cheerful like Gumball normally would. He sat down in the available seat next to Darwin. Their breakfast for Saturday wasn't anything special, it was just a bowl of daisy flakes. He began to pour a bowl for himself along with a glass of milk.
Darwin looked over to him, thinking about what had happened upstairs and noticed he was wearing a black scarf he had never seen him wear before. He then looked at Anais, wondering if she knew anything, but there was no luck. She shook her head sideways to signal that she had no idea.
The fish looked back at Gumball sitting next to him and decided to ask him, "Hey, dude! What's up with the scarf?" He spoke with a completely confused look over his face eyebrows raised, wanting an answer.
D-Ball looked at Darwin and thought it would be best to come up with an answer. "I was just cold. Is there something wrong with that?" he lied while looking Darwin in the eyes with an intense stare.
To Darwin the stare felt strange...it didn't feel like Gumball but he wasn't sure what it was and just brushed it off as his friend still being in a bad mood from yesterday and continued to eat his own bowl of flakes.
Once D-Ball finished serving breakfast for himself (even though he wasn't hungry) he began to eat, or at least, he was going to, until his mother came into the room and began to ask him about what had happened upstairs.
"Gumball! Are you going to tell me what that scream was about?" she asked as she walked into the room, looking at him questioningly. "Also, what's with that scarf?"
The phony sighed in annoyance that he was being asked the same question.
"I've told you it was nothing. And the scarf? It's because I was cold, okay?! Now leave it!" he snapped.
Richard, Anais and Darwin gasped at the way he spoke to Nicole; Gumball has never snapped at her like that before.
"Gumball Watterson! How dare you! You do not speak to me in that tone!" she yelled, her left hand by her side in a fist and her right hand pointing at the cat sitting in the chair. "I see you haven't improved your attitude from yesterday."
Even though he was being yelled at by his mum, he didn't flinch and just continued to eat. He ignored her since he was getting fed up with all of this. "Gumball, don't just ignore me! Look at me when I'm talking to you!" she shouted.
Still, D-Ball didn't acknowledge her and just carried on eating, that was until he finished and his bowl now appeared empty, "Mum, I'm bored, I'm going outside."
"I...y-you...just." She pinched the bridge of her nose in frustration and groaned. "Fine, you can go. Some fresh air might be go-"
Before she could finish, D-Ball had already left the house. He began walking down the street, heading down town to the local tailor so he could get something specially made for him to wear in the future.
Darwin finished what was left of his cereal and chased after his friend to go with him, but was stopped by Gumball when he noticed he was following him.
"Darwin...I want to go by myself. Stop following me!"
The orange fish was very confused about how his best friend was acting yesterday and this morning.
"But we always stay together? Especially on weekends!" he said, feeling somewhat upset that Gumball didn't want to hang with him anymore.
"I know, and that's exactly why I need a break from you! Now as I have already said, leave me alone!" he demanded, walking away, leaving Darwin standing by himself, speechless.
This is when Anais showed up from behind Darwin. She hadn't heard all of what was said, only the second part. "Gumball, what's wrong with you? You're not acting like yourself!"
The poser ignored his sister and continued walking down the sidewalk into town, leaving Anais confused and Darwin feeling like he had just been abandoned. They both stood there by themselves, stunned, by Gumball's new attitude.
Standing there watching as Gumball walked into the distance, they waited until he was no longer visible and went back inside the house to ponder over why Gumball has been acting the way he has been the past day.
Dark Gumball had just arrived in town and scanned the high street looking for a tailor shop that he thought would be able to do what he needed done. Looking around, he spotted one in the distance down the opposite side of the street on the corner.
Entering the shop, he was greeted at the front desk by the guy who works every single job in Elmore, Larry Needlemeyer. He was a talking cardboard box who happened to have a body, arms and legs.
"Hello sir what…oh, Gumball? How can I help you today?" He was surprised to see Gumball as he thought he wouldn't have any reason to need help from a tailor.
Gumball began to lock the door to the shop using his claws as a lock picking tool and shut the curtains on windows so that no one from outside could interrupt his talk with Larry. "Um...Gumball? What are you doing?" Larry gulped, feeling very nervous about the situation as Gumball had a very sinister presence about him. The new demeanour was a stark contrast to his cheerful loving yet annoying self.
"Oh, nothing much Larry. My dear old friend. We are friends aren't we?" D-Ball said, trying successfully to be intimidating.
"G-Gumball? What do y-you want?"
Dark Gumball chuckled. He could finally be himself while he was here. The lookalike was finally glad he could talk to someone who acted scared towards him. It felt...good, being able to be himself. It gave him a thrill of excitement. "Oh nothing much, Larry. I just want you to make something for me." He turned around from the curtains he pulled shut and began to walk up to Larry who was still standing behind the checkout. "Also, please be so kind to call me Dark Gumball, or D-Ball. I'm fine with either. I don't know how much longer I can take being mistaken for that fool of a disappointment. It's exhausting."
"W-W-Wait you m-mean you're not actually Gumball?" Larry was very confused, as well as scared. This lookalike of Gumball had an intimidating presence as he walked in. "If y-you're not Gumball, then. Then where is he?" Larry stuttered as he began to shake.
"I don't need to explain anything to you! Now, just make me what I ask for and I won't have to get violent with you. I've already had an exhausting morning," he voiced, demanding in a calm tone.
"W-Well even if you're not Gumball you still need to pay." Larry was scared to ask this as the fake Gumball, who was standing on the other side of the checkout, had literally just stated he was in a bad mood to begin with.
D-Ball was officially annoyed now, Larry's comment about needing to pay pushed him over the edge. His eyes began to glare maliciously at the shop keeper, glinting with wicked intent. "You will make me what I ask for! If it has a price, it's you who shall pay it!" Now angrily insisting on it, he wasn't playing calm anymore.
Larry cringed away, scrambling to the next room of the shop where he tailored all the custom requested clothing. The corrupt cat began to use his flying power and menacingly floated in after him. This made Larry even more confused, giving him many more questions than answers. It's not like he had any answers to begin with. D-Ball began to charge a small bolt of energy and shot Larry's left and right leg so that he couldn't run. He made sure he could still use his hands so that he could still sew him what he wanted.
Being shot in the legs by the balls of dark mass, which formed in the dark impostor's hands, Larry yelped in pain as blood poured out from the small holes that scratched the side of his legs.
"I want you to make me a black cape, long enough that it reaches down to my waist. Also, make the cape so that this gem is attached as a brooch around the collar!" He was no longer just asking, he was commanding, ordering him to do it. "You have no choice. There's only two ways: the easy way or the hard way. And right now, you're leaning on the edge towards the hard way. I have to say, I don't think you want that. I know you don't want that." "F-Fine I'll-I'll do it. Just please, don't hurt me anymore then you already have..." he begged nervously. He began to unsteadily stand up on his injured legs and slowly gather the required materials and equipment from around the room.
The malicious blue cat stood there observing what Larry was doing and making sure he wasn't pulling any sneaky tricks. Once Larry had gathered everything he needed on his desk, he looked back towards D-Ball who was just standing there watching Larry's every move.
"Yes?" D-Ball asked not realizing why Larry was staring at him.
"I-I-um, I need to take y-your - I mean, your measurements," he asked tentatively. He didn't want to get anywhere close to this new version of Gumball who he still didn't know anything about.
Dark Gumball chuckled at this since he couldn't help but laugh. He was amused greatly from the fact that he was scared just by asking for his measurements. "You crack me up Larry. Sure go ahead. Though, don't try anything. You know I'm stronger than you, in more ways than one."
Grabbing the tape measure, he walked up to D-Ball and shakily started measuring parts of his body such as his waist, neck and length of his arms, while also trying his best to keep the measuring tape still and stay calm so that it would be accurate.
Completing his measuring, he scuttled away back to his chair, eager to get started and put some distance between him and D-Ball.
Now that he had what he needed, he began to cut up the materials using his scissors that he had previously laid out on the table. Using the different pieces of fabric that he had cut up, he began to sew them together using the loud machine he had just turned on.
Larry hadn't noticed as he was facing away from D-Ball while working on his cape, but Dark Gumball had fell on his knees, holding his arm in pain like he had earlier in the morning. He didn't have any idea how much it could have spread as he had no way of looking at it right now.
The pain finally subsided and went back to its basic stinging sensation. He quickly stood back up, glad that Larry was too busy working on the cape to notice his moment of vulnerability.
After waiting for just a while longer Larry once again spoke, "I'm uh...I'm going to…to need that gem f-for the brooch you asked about." His voice shaking, he held out his hand to D-Ball requesting the stone to be placed into his palm.
Somewhat hesitantly, D-Ball placed the object into Larry's palm so he could get on with it. Receiving the light blue gem, he skilfully attached it to the collar of the cape so that it would form a loop to put his head through.
Once he was done, he picked it up and passed it over to D-Ball, who had been waiting very intently. The imposter's darkened aura filled the room with intensity. As he received his new piece of clothing, he tried it on, finding that it fit him perfectly and was also big enough to wrap himself around it.
Taking it off, he looked around the room, finding a duffel bag that he could store his new clothes in. He flew up and grabbed it from the shelf where it lied, opening it. He placed his newly-tailored cape in the bag and zipped it back up.
Larry had seen him try out the cape and assumed he liked it, as he put it in a bag he found. Even though he was stealing, he didn't have the courage to bring it up and just left it.
"S-So, I'm free now right? I can g-go now right?" Larry asked, hoping that either D-Ball would leave or let him go.
"Yes, I suppose I should be going now. This took long enough as it is, and I still have other things I need to take care of," the obscene cat answered.
"Though, now that I think about it, you know too much about me. I can't have you go around telling everyone that someone who looks like that pathetic cat, Gumball, has gone mad and is currently on the loose." A grin that could have been straight off of a demon from hell appeared on his face. "Can I now?"
"W-What are you going to do? Kill me? You promised to let me go if I did what you asked!" Larry asked, standing up, wobbling on his knees, partly from the injuries but mostly in fright.
"No, I'm not going to kill you. I'm just going to hurt you enough to make sure you can't tell anyone anything about my powers, or even my existence in general," he explained, his grin from the depths of the darkest hell growing even larger than before. His glare was so sharp Larry could feel them cutting into his soul.
Hearing what D-Ball said, Larry bolted for the exit as fast as he possibly could which - unfortunately for him - wasn't very fast thanks to his injured legs. Before he knew it, Dark Gumball was in front of him, blocking his path to the door.
"You think you can run from me!?" he yelled angrily as Larry tried running back in the opposite direction to get to the back entrance. It was too late though, as Gumball had already charged a powerful energy blast in his hand and chucked it at Larry's head causing him to fall over, now unconscious. A nasty hole appeared in his head with blood dripping out. It wasn't bad enough to cause any damage to his brain. This was because, like he said to Larry, he wasn't going to kill him. What he had done was given Larry a hard hit to the head so that it would give him amnesia and hopefully permanently. Or at least long enough to put his plans together.
As he was leaving the shop, he used the phone there to call an ambulance. Since no one knew who he was, he was able to use his deep voice.
Hanging up the phone, he noticed a few other things on the hangers that he liked and thought would go well with his cape. The items he chose included a grey-white shirt and some darker coloured pants than the ones he was currently wearing. He pulled them of the hooks and shoved them into the duffel bag along with the cape.
Finally unlocking the door with his claw and heading out of the store, he could feel the pain in his shoulder acting up again. Needing to get out of sight, he was luckily able to dash into an alley that he could see was a little bit down the road.
He took his shirt and scarf off chucking them on the floor behind him along with the duffel bag with his costume in it so that he could see how far it was spreading. The next shot of pain caused him to start to growl like a demonic cat.
This time it wasn't just his arm and back that hurt, this time it was in a very odd place. He clenched his right eye in his hands. It felt like it was being gouged out with a spoon. He was very thankful that it didn't last too long because he wasn't sure how much longer he could have lasted.
"Fucking god dammit, stupid transformation thing! Why can't you just do it when I want! Why does it happen so randomly?" he said this out loud, feeling extremely angry about it.
Picking up his shirt and scarf, he noticed a piece of shattered, broken glass on the floor and was able to see his reflection in it. His eye...his right eye was black, the only white being a slit in the middle as his pupil. It looked just like his eyes from when he was trapped in Gumball's mind. His eye turned in the exact same way his fur was turning.
Despite how much he loved his darker look, right now wasn't a good time for it. He still needed to prepare and sort out a couple of other things throughout the day.
Heavily sighing, D-Ball put his shirt back on and ripped off part of the scarf to use it as an eye-patch so that he could keep his right eye covered. Grabbing his bag he walked out of the alley and down the street, heading towards the park.
Credit goes to the great lilie-pucisse on deviant-art for the appearance of Dark Gumball and the cover art! :D
Credit also goes to HitmonchanMan also on deviant-art for the name Dark Gumball! :D
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