Hi everyone! I've been trying my best to update, despite school going on. Most likely, if I update the story on a weekday, it will be in the mornings. I hope you enjoy yet another chapter of The Lost! As we know, I only own Adalie. Fitroz777 owns Cato and Amber.

The morning had a calming affect on the Watterson household. Seven bubbling faces awaited a new adventure for the day ahead of them. Their quest for the missing humanoid would continue. While Rob and Mr. Small worked in the basement of the school, the other six went on with their regular class lessons. During a pop quiz, Gumball took note that their teacher staring intensely at them, averting her eyes from him, to Carrie, to Amber.

"Dude," the cat whispered to his brother," what's up with Miss Simian?".

"Yeah," the fish agreed," she seems to be acting a bit strange. I mean, she's her usual grumpy self, but something seems...fishy.".

"Come on, guys," Cato whispered," she's always had it out for us. Always intimidating and glaring.".

They turned to see the angry baboon snapping several pencils into tiny splinters. The girls took notice of their teacher's weird yet normal behavior. The group became worried, shaking with nerves. Was she onto them? How much did she know? Without warning, the teacher slammed her open palms on the cat's desk, causing everyone to stare.

"You seem a bit distracted today, Watterson," Miss Simian brought up.

"Just thinking about this pop quiz," Gumball hesitated," Man, I love to learn about

the...satisfaction of knowing what's up with your students?".

"Oh, did I give you that quiz? Silly me!" she grabbed the paper and threw it onto her desk," but maybe something else is on your mind. Perhaps a little secret?".

The cat looked to his friends for help. They knew not what to say next. Darwin started to grow sick because of how nervous he became, trying to keep a low profile. The baboon's scary grin made a boiling feeling rise up, the sickness growing intense. Miss Simian knew she was going to break him. Before Darwin could say a word, Mr. Small entered the room.

"Miss Simian," The counselor requested," i'm going to need a few students for a few minutes.".

"You got lucky, Watterson," the teacher spat out, pointing to the door.

The girls looked at each other before following the boys. The six escaped before any accusations could be made. On their way to the basement, the counselor explained that another video had arrived. They went down to find an impatient cyclops.

"There you are!" he exclaimed," I'm sure Steven filled you in on what happened.".

It was weird hearing the counselor's first name. They nodded and the video was started. Adalie's image appeared in the same room as the last recording. This time, however, a sly smile was stuck to her face.

"You actually thought i'd reveal my location?" she laughed calmly," There are a bunch of scientists watching. And I never go off script. Besides, you wouldn't want me to get in trouble, now would you?".

The room had been hushed. What did the humanoid mean by 'in trouble'? The words chilled down Rob's spine like a touch of winter winds. Her safety was on the line. Adalie was capable of handling herself. He should've known that by now. He'd seen it with his own eye. Yet, whatever they were doing, made the humanoid lose her mind.

"Of course," she mentioned," there's always a way to turn things around. The scientists have agreed to-.".

"That's enough film for today, Adalie," a British voice rang," get back to building those inventions.".

Adalie nodded and winked to the camera, claiming she'd be back. A red tint covered Rob's cheeks. Gumball noticed, teasing him about it. The banter didn't last long when the octopus and bear took her away. The cyclops went back to the night she was taken away. Those two were the ones that kidnapped her. It was worth mentioning (in his own mind) that, as she left the room, her face grew tired and the smile went away. A bat flew in front of the camera.

"She's a bit busy right now," he muttered," so, I will finish up for her. We've decided to do a riddle. Each time you solve it, you'll be one step closer to your precious humanoid. Now then, this riddle will be quite easy for you.".

"Here we go," Cato mumbled.

"You must not look high, you've got to look low," he proceeded,

"They're small and annoying and oddly yellow.

They think that they're funny and cannot even sing.

But the life that they lead is in a painting.".

The video ended just like that, screen going black. Everyone knew where to go. However, each time one person tried to answer, Gumball would quickly interrupt. Each time he did this, he would blurt out a random name, irritating his bitter foe.

"Dude," Amber cut in," it's Banana Joe.".

"Right," the cat answered," I knew that.".

The crew had offered to give Joe a ride home. The banana's house after school. He'd accepted it, stating it wasn't necessarily a stranger, and Mr. Small was a responsible hippie who wouldn't hurt a fly. The ride in Janice consisted of uncomfortable sitting and the low volume of Sixties music. After what seemed like an eternity, the banana found his house.

"Thanks for the ride," Joe said happily," Do you guys wanna come inside for a tour?".

"Of course we would!" Darwin obliged.

The banana led everyone into his house. No one payed attention to what he said or did. They were too busy trying to find something useful. There had to be a reason for the scientists to lead them there. They just had to find out what it was.

"And that's why you should never argue with cheese," the banana finished the story no one listened to.

Everyone had agreed, not actually sure what he meant. Joe soon started doing tricks that everyone could seem to care less about. Rob took note of the strange room across the hall. He motioned for the crew to follow him. Without a noise, they crept into the room, soon becoming amazed.

It was a room, covered in paintings done by Joe's mom. They'd seen a painting of Gumball trying to be a karate master. Carrie had one of her possessing a little girl on Halloween (one of her proudest moments). Darwin beamed at the picture of him practicing ballet. Cato and Amber stared at the scene of them leaving Florida. Mr. Small tried to save himself the embarrassment of everyone seeing his rollerblading accident. Rob bent over to find a painting of the night Adalie was taken away.

"This is how it all went down?" Carrie asked.

"I'm afraid so," Rob sighed," I couldn't even save her if I wanted to.".

"I've seen that car somewhere," Amber mentioned," But, I can't remember who-.".

Rob dropped the painting, walking over to a white sheet. The crew knew a painting stood behind it. But the contents were still unknown. The sheet filled his palms as the cyclops tore it off. The group gathered around to look at the picture before them.

Fear spread into his heart like frostbite. The image showed Rob in a dark and smokey surrounding. His eye was filled with tears, kneeling in a pile of rubble and the people staring onward. The worst things was seeing Adalie's beret being held close to his chest.

I feel like this story is getting deeper and darker as I write! Hope you enjoyed it and (as always) be sure to please leave a review.