lmao last chapter sure was interesting

this one's gonna be a DOWNWARD SPIRAL

I don't own The Amazing World of Gumball.

Another creature's shadow looms over the ghost children. It made no sound as it came toward them. The monster was, however, much smaller and less fearsome looking than expected. Carrie knew all of the labyrinth monsters very well, though, and looks can be deceiving. She continues to brace herself for attacks, but Gumball and Anais immediately start laughing, letting their guard down.

The small creature, merely a red, shapeless blob with tiny yet discernible demon-esque horns in appearance, tilts to the side at the sound of laughter. It had big, wide eyes and actually looked kind of cute.

"That's the last, most terrifying monster?" Gumball nudges the blob creature slightly, and it topples over easily, "It's so small and helpless! This is going to be a piece of cake!" He proudly walks down the path of the labyrinth as Anais and Carrie go after him, the latter more cautious and watching the monster from behind them.

"It's following us," she remarks flatly, trying to remind them that no matter how it looks, it is deceiving. Not even Anais seemed to realize that this was a trap, though at Carrie's words, she becomes more alert, looking back at the creature as well.

Gumball turns to his little sister and Carrie trailing behind him, not noticing the shadow darkening the golden walls of the maze as if all of the lights guiding their way through it had inexplicably burnt out.

"Let's just go through this. I highly doubt this "monster" could do anything to us..." The ghost cat stops in bewilderment, finally noticing how dark it had gotten, "What happened? Are those creepy shadow guys back, or...?" Carrie and Anais bolt past him suddenly, looks of unimaginable terror on their faces, "Hey, guys! Wait for me!"

Carrie starts dragging Anais away for her safety as the latter points behind her brother, motioning for him to run.

The cat turns around to see a pair of white, glowing eyes piercing the pitch-black darkness of the maze, and a gaping mouth that strangely glows in the same way, but oozing the ominous light as some kind of liquid. As if it were some kind of jack-o'-lantern, lit with a candle- but made of wax. It looked like it melting, but never stopped, and the substance had already covered the ground beneath Gumball's feet. The mouth of the creature forms two rows of massive, shark-like teeth, sharpened to a point. Like giant needles.

Of course it was a trap. Of course he didn't realize. There was no other choice but to run, yet he didn't.

"Gumball!" Carrie shouts from over the dead end where Gumball was stuck, "What are you still doing there!?"

"It's too dark to see anything! I keep on hitting the wall! How'd you get over there so fast!?"

"There's still light over here," Anais pipes up, "the monster hasn't reached us yet. You're the closest to it, so it's targeting you. Carrie says this monster can make it completely dark around its target so they can't see where they're going at all."

Gumball glares at Carrie.

"It would have been nice if you had told us that sooner!"

"Well, sorry, we were being chased, and this was the only way out!" The ghost girl shrugs, looking indignant, "Here, we'll help you catch up."

"Okay..." Gumball begins, but the other side darkens as well, without warning, and the cat receives no response from his friend or his sister on the other side. Silence, except for the sounds of the slime monster trudging its way through the labyrinth, the ground illuminated by its eerie, foul trail of glowing ooze. Searching for him.

And then he realized the same sounds were coming from the other side of the wall. His eyes nearly pop out of his head as it dawns on him what might have happened to Carrie and Anais.

There was more than one monster.

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Detachment from reality. Loneliness. Feeling defeated, stupid, angry at yourself...

Perhaps Darwin finally understood how Carrie's father felt during all those years he suffered as the Snatcher. But this wasn't exactly a curse. Darwin brought this situation onto himself. He wouldn't want anyone to take his place. He wouldn't wish this fate upon anyone.

This may have been Heaven, but Darwin was still feeling alone and lost. One is supposed to be happy here, but how can you be happy with so many unresolved issues in the mortal realm? He hadn't told his family about his plan at all, or had even said a final goodbye or apology for doing what he did, and still didn't know whether his siblings had died as well and were in danger. How would they have died, though...? And did he really deserve to be in Heaven, he still wondered, after so many of the things he'd done to his peers, at school or otherwise (though most of those didn't involve him directly, just from following Gumball around)? There were a lot of things he wanted to apologize for, especially for this, to Carrie, to his siblings, to his parents... what would his family think of someone who seemed so happy to have died of what they'd assume to be suicide?

Everyone has to die someday, but a purposeful suicide, forcing it to happen... that's not right. That's dying at the wrong time, dying in vain. It won't please anyone. It only causes pain, guilt and remorse to those around you. Though he hadn't intended to, he was trapped here and hurt his loved ones all at once. This was the cost for one kiss?

How is this a 'reward'? How am I supposed to be happy when I know that I'm the one responsible for making my family, my friends, Carrie... feel so sad?

The fish watches the other angels from afar, still sitting where he had first arrived, where the servant of death had left him.

For the first time here, he felt regret. Despair. Not regretting the kiss, of course, but the thought of hurting Carrie the way he did, recalling her tears and terrified expression as he was dragged down here. He'd crossed the line with this...

But even at the threshold of sadness, there's always a little glimmer of hope in his heart. He said he'd go through the Underworld and back for her. Here he was...

She wouldn't forget him, would she?

second part feels like some edgy crap imo... sorry if it is...

It's really hard to write Darwin when he's sad and realizing stuff that just makes him 99% more sad

Favorite character is an innocent cinnamon roll and doesn't deserve this despair help *cries forever*

but he's still got that hope

let's hope he keeps it

ahahahahAHAHAHAHA... no that was the worst pun