Hello, my name is EvelioandZgroup. I am announcing that a couple of my stories and others on this archive have a chance will be put up on a poll to see which ones will be made into film adaptations. That's right, since Life Cut Short is very short and yet so different then the story, well maybe just a few scenes, I want to do more since I'm so young and I want to do so much more for passion and fun. I don't do it for money or for awards. I do it because I have so much evil and heroic personas that need to be released and also since I just love doing it! So the poll will be posted up on October 11, 2012, the same time that the account will be created. I also like to announce that I have officially passed over 100,000 words in stories excluding the "1st TAWOG Awards". Enjoy.

-Watterson Living Room-

Nicole was having a bad day, but during her t6ime as everyone in her house was sleeping, she was drinking a glass of wine, with her hand on her forehead. As her head was bearing with a burning feeling on her head. She could barely handle the anticipation of fearing that her own daughter could have or was raped, but she is dead. Death may have been the subject her head has crossed so many times due to her anger problems, but murder was only with one person had she crossed that thought with, that person's name was Gumball.

She sniffed and she dropped a tear from her eye due to the fact that she has dealt with such bad things in her life, but she shall say no such thing about. Her past has been haunting her for years, but the only person who had any kind of knowledge was her own son, but she no longer considered him family. She made sure to keep her past to be hidden as dirt and grass was buried in the deepest parts of the earth so no one would even dare to look. Her looks had caused trouble from time to time.

Though her past may have thought to be hidden dark than the shadows that meet the eye, but she was wrong, but how could he have any knowledge of her in the past, did someone told on her that she was used more than a reusable water bottle. There was only one light that was on in the room, which was in the living room. So quite, yet so deadly, no one could dare disturb that moment and hurt this poor women for sins that god could not forgive.

She decided to get her mind out of this 'psychotic' state. She went over to the couch, and then she remembers the cheer saying of kids she used to have.

"Ha-Ha"

"Ha-Ha"

"You're funny."

"Look, mommy."

"Look out."

"It's fun."

"I love you mommy."

Then out of nowhere she hears this when she is approaching the coach. This feels like the murderer every person would fear when they walk in an alley. This felt like Gumball saying what she has heard from every abusive boyfriend she had, but in Gumball's voice, but in his normal, without his newly developed accent.

"You're a fucking cunt!"

"Go to hell."

"Look what the whore dragged in."

"Piece of shit."

"Go ahead and slap her, she doesn't mind."

"You're the idea of things being fucked up."

"You're the people who are full of shit."

"You deserve to die."

Then it stopped when she sat on the couch and when she did, she closed her eyes and took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then she opened her eyes for a while and turned and reached for the remote and turned on the TV and out of nowhere was breaking news.

"Many people wonder why local resident, goes by the name, Jamie, a thirteen year old teenager who was reported to be abducted by what they believe to be 'The Sleeper Child' where it was stated that twelve year old psychopath, Gumball Watterson, send a tip that he hinted that she would be abducted and gave the exact time which we have reason that they are holding him responsible for her disappearance and a witness stated that the person who took her was somewhat of a blue cat, but was smaller and took her in the van.

Now here is the witness that gave us their information on the kidnapper." Then the fellow reporter turned over to the witness, "Now tell us, what exactly you saw?" Then the reporter lowered the microphone and then the witness spoke. "Well, as I opened my window, there I saw a girl, with somewhat of red or orange hair, pulling in a table with this blue cat. At first I thought it was very nice since the cat had a broken arm. Then they put it in and then closed the doors and then after a while, it drove off and I went out and all I saw was a big fat nothing."

"Who do you think did it?" Then the witness grabbed the microphone. "In my opinion it had to be that murderer Gumball Watterson, but with him in jail, I don't think it was him. So I changed my thought to that 'Sleeper Child' since it had to be him, but then I thought that maybe they were the same person." Nicole turned off the TV and quickly grabbed her coat and went outside. It may have been raining, but this was far from over. It was just rain.

Nicole was in a hurry and put on her coat to drive to the police station. She struggled with the keys and then they fell. It may have been keys, but then she went out with rage and repeatedly hit the car and then stopped and weeps for a while. She laid her hands on the wheel and just let it out. She took in a deep breath and then calmly grabbed her keys and put them in the slot. She turned and started the car, while then she checked the front rear mirror and then drove off.

-Gumball's Cell-

Gumball was on his bed and reading a book, "The Perks of Being a Wallflower"; he found the book to be quite enjoyable. Gumball heard footsteps and knew that it was one of the employees of the asylum. Then a guard approaches the cell of Gumball's. "Watterson, we have a visitor for you." Gumball put down the book and looks at the guard with an angry but calm look."Who's the visitor?" Said Gumball, in his dark British accent, which frightens the guard.

"The man is an antler peanut, by calling him 'Mr. Fitzgerald'." Gumball thought this day hadn't come but a question was leaving him unanswered. "What ever happen to "No talking to visitors while in the asylums, like what you did with me and Mrs. Watterson?" "The 'peanut' said it was urgent. And you had something to do with him, if you remember the incident. I remember what you did to that Penny Fitzgerald." Gumball has no regrets to what he did with her, since it was the right thing to do. "Then onwards with Mr. Fitzgerald then."

Then the guard left him by the cell, then approaching where Gumball lies there, with his head looking up, he saw and heard sympathies, though only his mind could project with, soft beautifully played, but did he deserve to hear this? Yes, he did, he has preformed no one would do. Then Mr. Fitzgerald is then being released to the cell by the bars that opened later on. "Are you sure, you want to do this, sir?" Mr. Fitzgerald looks down and could hear the screams that Penny could have felt when he knows that he murdered her by stabbing her multiple times, which he let out a tear.

"I have to. For my daughter." Then he walks towards the cells and sees two empty cells, which is strange, but saw blood, just a little. He walks and then fear starts to grow on him, for the first time he fears a 12 year old, but he knows and sees him as a murderer to ending his daughter's life. Then he comes across his cell, finally, but he sees the cell from the bedroom and sees Gumball head and him resting. You could only see his top part of his head and has his head on his body and is well breathing, not understanding what was going on.

He then notices the chair by him, then is about to sit, then Gumball spoke. "That's the same malodorous cologne that you wear you pinned me on the police car that night." Mr. Fitzgerald lost confidence quickly with him, which was strange, he was a strong person. "It's been used in my family for 3 generations." Gumball didn't move, but still strike fear to him. "Though you have no taste with what other may say behind your back." He sat on the chair, since he didn't want to go what with he is trying to say.

"No I rather don't care what they think of it, but I need to talk to you about something." Gumball moved his leg and stood up, but kept his face shown from his right side being exposed. "Why me then?" "Because I believe there is something not understanding to you killing my…daughter." Taking a moment, reminiscing about Penny, his oldest daughter, so young. Gumball's face had shown a smile. "Yes. Penny Fitzgerald."

"I think you're hiding something from the media that you're not telling about Penny's death." Then Gumball turned to him and he feared him, but maintain. "So you're indicating that you're smarter than I am?" "No I am not saying about that. I just need some info about her death, so you would be given a reason for prison than this insane asylum and see new faces around. Don't you think?" Gumball gave him a look, quite idiotic, but it was for him.

"I'll tell you some insight, if you agree to do something for me." Mr. Fitzgerald heard warning about him. Don't give him anything, don't give personal information, don't pass him anything, don't make a deal, don't let him get inside your head, don't take anything from him, and don't forget him. "Fine, what of?" Gumball got up and faced the wall. "Last when we collaborate it ended, rather messily about leaving feuds, but leaves an emotional scar that can't be healed. I want to talk about your role as a parent, an over protective parent."

Mr. Fitzgerald didn't know what he was trying to accomplish, but he needed to get reason why it has happened to Penny, and why her. "Okay, then. I got nothing to hide." Gumball gave a dark chuckle, then turned to him. "Why did your parents treat you like shit as you were a dirty penny, like nothing." Mr. Fitzgerald knew he couldn't give in to that info. "I was a bad kid, that's it." "You're lying!" He then placed and slammed his hands on the cell that was made from strong glass, given small holes on the bottom and top and across both left and right side.

"I know you're past as the 'The Lambert's Kid'." Then he knew what he was talking about. He thought about revealing his past to him, if he should or not. By surprise he decided to. "Gumball, I will tell you what happen, but why do you wanna know?" Gumball didn't hesitate to give an answer. "It will help." That's all he can give for now, but he needed to tell someone. "…When I was 5, I lived in an abusive household. My parents were Lambert as their and my real last name.

The internet wasn't used as much, but they used me…They choked me, shit on me, made me perform disgusting acts…I-I, was dead inside, then I was raped by my uncle, when my parents left for the night. I was dead for 10 minutes, but was alive. I wanted to be dead…I only wanted to die, but then I was rescued by the police and sent to foster care where they changed my last name. They didn't want to remind me of what happened, so I try to protect my family from what I experienced. Are you happy now, punk?"

Gumball gave a chuckle, then laugh in an evil laugh, then he takes out something from his bed. Then he took out a piece of paper and then slide it through the hole and then went back to sleep. Mr. Fitzgerald looked down and grabbed the paper and saw a picture. The murder body of Penny's and saw something also on it. 'Notice something wrong? Try to find me. If you can't, then how can you find .01?'

He got up and left going out, not understanding what he was trying to say, but was it something that can be the big thing that can change it all? Though as he left and went to the elevator, and thought about giving this to one person who can help. Nicole Watterson.

Here you guys go, also to jack: I'm editing the second chapter, but takes a long time due to me having a lot of work with everything in my life, but don't worry, even I want to know what happens next. And I'm the writer. Anyway, my name is EvelioandZgroup, I'm signing off.

~ EvelioandZgroup