Chapter 4: Personality Problem
After dinner, Darwin was making his way upstairs, wanting to check on Gumball after the odd deal he made to clean it all up by himself. When he entered their room, he saw everything cleaned up. Nothing messy was on the floor at all. "Whoa..." Darwin was stunned. He noticed his big brother asleep on his bed, tired from cleaning up. The young goldfish didn't know what to think of how his brother was acting, but he decided to ignore it. He climbed into his fishbowl to sleep for the night.
Early in the next morning, Gumball had woke up to see everything in their bedroom put away, neat and tidy like his younger sister's room. "Huh…? What happened?" he asked, holding his head, not able to remember what he had done. He didn't even remember when he fell asleep. "I must've been really tired last night…" he muttered to himself while getting out of bed. He walked downstairs, not expecting his room to have ever been cleaned up. It was confusing, but he was glad about it nonetheless.
Once downstairs, Gumball saw Anais and Richard sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast. It was the usual cereal they always liked. Gumball came over and took a seat with his father and sister. "Morning, Gumball. Are you okay?" Richard questioned. "Yeah why?" he wondered about his father's curiosity. "Well, Darwin said you skipped dinner to clean your room," the obese rabbit explained. Gumball gulped.
"I- uh... yeah, just thought it needed cleaning," Gumball lied, not able to remember it at all. He just remembered standing in his room for one minute, and then waking up in his bed. "Gumball, shouldn't we get going? You wanted me to help you with something, right?" Anais questioned, jolting Gumball's mind with that one reminder. "Y-yeah, let's go," he answered, immediately leaving the house with his little sibling. He knew she was smart in comparison to him, so he was hoping she would be able to help him through these strange moments he was having. He just led her all the way to Bobert's house.
The sky was looking dark and cloudy, and it looked like it was going to rain soon. Gumball had spent most of the time on the walk, explaining to his little sister what was wrong. "So let me get this straight. You're telling me... that a government worker took you to a secluded location, injected you with weird serums, and you haven't been able to smile and even have constant headaches? On top of that, you don't feel like yourself at all?" Anais repeated what she could understand. "Pretty much..." Gumball simply answered.
"...And you didn't go to the cops. Why?" the young rabbit asked with more than slight disbelief behind her voice. "Who'd believe me? ...Listen, Bobert and you have to act like my..." Gumball choked on the last word. "Psychiatrist?" Anais completed his sentence, only seeing his ears lower, followed by a sigh. "Yeah... that. I'm afraid he might be right. What if I am going insane?" he questioned himself, now starting to believe the robot's words more and more every time.
"Don't worry. You got us to help," Anais reassured him that she will help him. No matter how bad it got, she will try to help him. But she was more curious about what would happen. Gumball became speechless from there on. They arrived to Bobert's house, finding the robotic boy who was standing on the porch clearly, expecting them and just waiting patiently. "Hey, Bobert. I brought someone who could help us," Gumball claimed. Anais gave a small wave, having seen the robot before, but not having much interaction with him.
"Hello. Well then… shall we restart our examination?" Bobert asked. Gumball nodded, ready to start the procedure once more. "This time, I suggest we do it in the garage. A smaller environment would make it safer in case something occurs," Bobert recommended while leading them both into his garage. It was mostly empty, aside from a few paint cans and a toolbox lying nearby.
Bobert and Anais were whispering to each other, conversing on what they should do first. After all, just watching the young feline resulted in nothing. Gumball sighed while waiting patiently. Anais then had an idea. "We just need to stimulate him to see what'll happen," Anais suggested with a smirk. Bobert tilted his head, and nodded.
"Hey, Gumball… why did you say penny dumped you again?" Anais questioned, trying to see what would happen in result. "She said I wasn't mature enough, and it wasn't worth putting up with her father about me," Gumball answered, rubbing his eyes. He was starting to grow more depressed as a result of the memory. Anais remembered Darwin announcing how weird their brother was last night, offering to clean their room by himself. Anais whispered something in Bobert's ear with another idea.
"Gumball, could you please bring me that toolbox?" Bobert asked. Gumball nodded, going over and picking it up, but there was a problem. The toolbox wasn't closed properly and it fell open, causing all of the tools within it to fall out and clatter all over the floor of the garage. Gumball's eye color went from blue to green as he set the toolbox down and crouched down, beginning to gather them back up. "Oh dear, I'm sorry about that. I didn't realize it wasn't closed tight," he apologized in the gentleman tone. This sudden change of behavior made Bobert and Anais curious, wondering if they could manipulate his now labelled personality changes.
Shortly after, Anais and Bobert hadn't had much luck in revealing any other personalities, and gumball was starting to get bored, but glad he had them to help him so far. "We need to think of some way to get him to show other personalities..." Anais claimed while scratching her chin, trying to think on it before snapping her finger with an idea. "Hey, go ahead and punch him as hard as you can," she suggested. The robot looked over the bored feline and nodded. He proceeded to walk over to him.
"Hey. Wanna play a game?" Bobert asked, wondering why Anais was making him do this. "Yeah, sure," Gumball was glad to accept, anything to beat the boredom that was invading his mind. "Alright, we take turns punching each other until one person says uncle," the robotic boy explained before retracting his arm. "Wait, what?" Gumball received a very hard punch to the arm from the robot that actually knocked him to the floor with how strong it was.
Gumball groaned while lying on his back. He looked at Bobert, his eyes suddenly snapping into red. "Why you…!" He pulled himself from the floor and punched his robotic friend in the head with suddenly massive force, leaving a dent on Bobert and somewhat shaking Gumball, making his hand throb in pain. "Gumball, calm down!" Anais called over, realizing that his reaction when he was mad was not pretty at all.
After a few hours, they had not been able to find out anything, other than the previous attitudes he had. Anais was just sitting there, bored and now working on her homework. However she was stuck on a few tricky parts which were annoying her. "I need to go get something at home. I'll be right back," Anais said before leaving Bobert's house.
Bobert was just making small repairs to where Gumball had dented him with the punch. Gumball looked at the homework, and his eyes turned from blue to a pretty magenta. He picked up the homework and began working on it out of boredom. Only about half an hour later he sat the homework back down, sighing as his eyes went back to blue.
Once Anais got back, she was about to get back to the homework since it was due tomorrow, but she was surprised to find it finished already. "Bobert, did you do my homework?" she asked. "What? No, I was repairing myself…" Bobert said. "I did it. Sorry, I got bored," Gumball admitted from nearby. He was getting bored of being within a garage for the majority of his day. He wanted to enjoy his weekend in entirely different ways he could think of.
After another few hours, the sun was already dangling low in the sky in the late afternoon. Bobert and Anais were just talking about what they had seen. "So… do you guys have any idea what's wrong with me?" Gumball questioned, hoping to get one good answer. "Well, I now ultimately presume that it's multiple personality disorder," Bobert announced what he believed was wrong. "Yeah, whatever those weirdoes did to you messed you up, as well as your behaviors towards us," Anais claimed. Gumball rubbed his eyes. "Right… thanks, guys…" he muttered, rubbing his head and wondering what he could do about it now, because he had a multiple personality disorder.
"Come on. Let's just get home. We gotta get ready for school tomorrow," Anais told him. Gumball just sighed, nodding before he followed his little sis. He was depressed, trying to think on what to do about every problem he had. He was just glad to have Bobert and Anais helping him through it.
End of Chapter 4