Hi. I'm YprocKcid. Welcome back to TAWOG: An Anthology.
This is our tenth chapter here, an exciting milestone for us, and I would like to thank all of our readers who've enjoyed these stories.
Our tenth FanFic here takes place sometime after the episode The Dress. It is about Nicole Watterson who has discovered that her son, Gumball Watterson has wore her wedding dress to school and decides to bring him to Mr. Small, the school counselor for counseling.
This story was written by a Mr. Butletron, who used to go by as thatoneguy. You might remember thatoneguy as the person who wrote Gumball's Revenge.
Now here it is, Mr. Butlertron's FanFic:
"Gumball Watterson, get down here now!" a ear-spliting voice belowed. "Coming mother" another sobbed. Yep. It was one of those days again. Gumball does something bad, Nicole beats the cat up for it. This day however, would be different.
"Yes mom?"
"I herd that you have been wearing my wedding dress. Is that true?"
'Oh crap oh crap oh crap oh god. How the hell did she know?' Gumball thought loudly. Taking a big gulp removing only some of his fear, he answered. "Y-y-ye-yes...oh sweet mother of mine"
Nicole gave him a deadly glare before withdrawing her famous black belt so quick that she would put Grandad from The Boondocks to shame. "No! Please don't hurt me!" Gumball Quivered. "This is the seventh time I have herd about you wearing womens clothing!" Roaring out loud. "But i'm not going to tear your skinny fat blue ass up this time. As I see it, you have two choices. We go to therapy, you act like a girl with me since everyone is gone at the moment..." Pausing and then sharing a sky look. "Or i'm going to make you into a girl MYSELF!"
"So what brings you here " Some mellow voice examined. "Well ..*urm*...you see, Gumball has a...problem with womens clothing and I was willing to see that ya can maybe...fix him?" Asking politely. "Well why don't you bring him to a professional?" Proposing looking at them both.
"Money. Duh."
"I see. Well the first thing I will call upon is you taking that chair off your son." Still keeping his cool attitude. "Damnit!" She muttered under breath while taking the restrainment off Gumball. "Now the second thing we must do is run some important tests."
"Are they painful?" Reviewing the arrangements. Most possitive."
"Let's do it!"
"WHAT?" Gumball said outnursting in shock. "Come on!" Yanking him forcefully out of his chair into the next room. "NO! NO! I don't wanna go! Sombody help me! Rape! RAPE!" Trying to squrm from his mothers tight grasp.
And so Gumball had went under a series of painful tests such as watching a season of Johnny Test to Shock Treatment. All was lost until...
"Well, nothing has worked so far but trust me. This last idea will crack him like an egg!" Assuring her that he is still alive. "Literally?" Asking tamely. "No." Looking crazy at her.
"FUCK!"
"Now Gumball. This will be your last treatment. You must pass this one" whispered. "Why" Gumball asked. "Because your ass is tore out the frame if you don't pass it." Pointing to a crazy-ass Nicole with a MP40 in the left hand and a chainsaw in the right. "Come on Gumball, TIME FOR YOUR CHECK-UP!" Reving the chainsaw and laughing maniacally. "eepppp!" Gumball trembled. "Now here's the test." Saying while pulling out a gold watch. "What the fuck is that going to do?"
"just go with the flow." Stating blankly. "Ok. Got ya." Having the agreement. "Now. You will be very sleepy. Sleeeepppyy." Swinging it back and forth. "Not doing anything." The cat stated blankly. "PRETEND GOD DAMNIT!" Scolding angrily. "Oh."
Both may have not been paying attention, but something was going horribly wrong inside Nicole's mind. Something that was enough to make her snap..
"AJHHTHHHHH!" She screamed shooting everything (Except Gumball and Small) to a pulp! Shells cracking here! Metal carving there! It was a nightmare! "What is going ON in here?" bursted through the door before getting shot up and chainsawed like a jew at a Nazi's only party Gears of War 3 style. Others started to pour in but met the same fate.
This, lasted 10 to 15 minutes before her gas and bullets ran out completely.
Huffing and puffing, Nicole regained her composure and asked "What just happened?" suddenly not knowing about the gore fest a few minutes ago. All Gumball and could do is stare wide-eyed and say, "You Need Therapy..."
THE END!
Wasn't that an amusing story? It looks like Gumball isn't the only dysfunctional member of the family! Nicole has problems, which is understandable when you're the sole provider of a family of five.
Tune in next time where we will be reading a short story involving Gumball and his little sister Anais. It'll go in a direction you probably won't expect.
Until the next chapter, this has been YprocKcid. Good bye.