AN: Alright gang, here is our latest chapter. Not much else to say.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Amazing World of Gumball, nor do I own Alaska who is the character of Amethyst Wereraven. This story is adopted from her own "Dragon Rider" story.

It was official. Gumball hated fame. Normally, he didn't mind having attention on him at all times because he liked it when people were noticing him. For the right reasons of course. There were a number of times when he had the equivalent of an angry mob after his ass for something stupid he did. He'd take adoration over pitchforks any day of the week. However, he seriously was questioning his decision to not be dead anymore because every reporter in the entire city had been trying to get him to do an interview.

And he did that six times already.

Not that anyone could blame them, he had been believed dead and it was still a surprise how many people really cared about him. Still, it was getting annoying how the reporters were now outright camping on his house's front lawn to the point where they had tents, RV's and even log cabin houses built. All while having their cameras ready to snap any picture of any of the Wattersons from Nicole trying to get work (Keyword being try, as she just gave up after and started hitting everyone in her way before going inside and forced to use her vacation days) to Richard walking around in his underwear while watching tv in the living room. It had really been embarrassing seeing that on the six o'clock news.

Worst of all, Gumball couldn't leave to see Penny or any of his other friends save for conversations online. Many of them were happy to see that their lovable goofball of a blue cat was alive, even those he hadn't been particularly close to said a few kind words, and promised to hang out with him once the insanity died down.

"Come on! It's been two weeks already!" Alaska whined as she rolled around on the small basket bed that she was given to sleep in. "Can't we do something besides watch TV or play video games? I'd even settle for E-4's tyrannical training!"

"My training is not tyrannical," E-4 said, rolling his digital eyes "They are the standard necessary exercises for one of your age. It's not my fault you weren't very active in your early years."

"Hey, I hunted down mice. That should count," Alaska commented before turning to her brother who was on the computer typing a message to Penny. "Can't we just do something to get their attention away from us? Like, I don't know, I turn big, fly around somewhere, and then disappear before they find me?"

"I'm not taking any chances with the increased security that's been going around town," Gumball said, shaking his head. That was another problem that had appeared. Since the town had been attacked by two monsters with multiple victims, the governor of their state decided to bring the National Guard and the F.B.I in to keep things safe and find out what was happening. It wasn't uncommon to see a squad of soldiers on patrol or the Feds knocking on your door asking some questions. The Wattersons had to go through such interviews as well, giving fabricated lies to keep Alaska and E-4 safe as well as hide the fact that Gumball was the Dragon Rider.

In fact, if there was one person who was talked more about than "Gumball Watterson" it was the Dragon Rider. Of course, nobody knew they were one in the same, something Gumball was keen on keeping since that would bring a whole slew of new problems. The authorities were keen on finding him as well. A 'person of interest' they said, but Gumball knew in his heart they were considering him and Alaska "dangerous" just as they were with the Evacuaturs.

The common person, thankfully, was more supportive as many were demanding that the Dragon Knight be named a hero or given the key to the city for helping their citizens and defeating the monsters. Personally, Gumball would have been fine with having a statue made out of gold of him standing tall on Alaska's back. However, there were some who were suspicious of the Dragon Knight and were demanding he reveal himself as well as what was going on.

Not sure how the world would react to the knowledge that we are but one of multiple and near endless worlds in a stream of dimensions that are currently being invaded by entropy born abominations that want to eat our souls, Gumball thought before snorting. Of course, I'll have to be clear I'm talking about monsters and not social media sites.

"Gumball! Alaska! Lunch is ready!" Nicole shouted from the kitchen as Gumball sighed, ended his chat with a promise to talk later and went out of his room while Alaska flew to his shoulder. He was about to go down the stairs when a loud scream from the bathroom made him jump and Alaska's wings flared up. This was followed by the sound of smashing, yelping, and a crash outside followed by groaning. A few seconds later, a pissed off Anais kicked the door open and looked ready to rip apart someone's arms out.

"I swear to everything under the sun that if we don't get rid of these reporters I am going to do something so drastic I'll be named America's Most Wanted!" Anais growled as she stomped down the stairs with her brother behind her.

"Did they try to take photos of you in the shower like they did with Dad?" Gumball asked.

"Thankfully, no, but they caught me shaving my legs! I gave the jerk a good socket in the face before he fell down his ladder," Anais grumbled as they reached the bottom of the stairs. "Seriously, shouldn't we have some decent privacy after what we've been through?"

"What can I say? People love me," Gumball joked which only earned him a glare from Anais. "Okay, relax. I'm sure they'll just get bored of this and leave us alone. Eventually."

"I'm surprised that they haven't caught me yet," Alaska said as they entered the kitchen where everyone was getting ready to eat. She floated over to the counter and scratched her ear. "Still, this does bring up a good point. How are we going to deal with the Evacuaturs if they show up again and we're trapped inside?

"Shouldn't we hope that there won't be any new ones?" Nicole asked as she put everyone's sandwiches and chips on the table, and Richard's three servings, before going to get the coke in the fridge. "Maybe those two are the only ones we'll deal with."

"Mom, we're talking about me and my luck here," Gumball said with a deadpan expression which caused her to open her mouth before closing it and sigh before sitting down with the rest of the family.

"Well, it's been two weeks," Darwin said with an optimistic tone in his voice. "Maybe Mrs. Mom is right and the Evacuaturs will just not come back again. Or at least for a very long time."

"I highly doubt that," E-4 said, levitating inside. "Evacuaturs are attracted to each other and can sense when one of them is destroyed. If it was just one being destroyed on a world they've never been to before it would not bother them, but two in such a close time period will attract the attention of some of the more curious ones."

"Meaning that the more Evacuaturs Gumball defeats the more attention we'll get," Anais reasoned with a heavy sigh. "Any chance of preventing that or at least protecting our world?"

"If we could get in contact with the other Dragon Riders, perhaps something can be done," E-4 answered. "However, to do that we would need Alaska to activate her ability to travel between worlds and she is not powerful enough to do that."

"Then I guess we really should focus on training," Gumball said with a heavy sigh before taking a chip and eating it. "Of course, I don't know how we're going to get out and do so without people following me and finding out I'm the Dragon Rider."

"At least nobody else knows," Darwin pointed out.

Suddenly, a ghost figure appeared out of the middle of the table which made everyone yelp in surprise and fall off their chairs. "Correction, I do."

"You've been scrying me with that mystical ghost magic of yours? Geez, ever heard of a thing called privacy?" Gumball asked in disbelief as he and the rest of his family sat in the living room. Carrie was looking at Alaska with interest while the little dragon was putting her wings and head through the ghost's body with a few giggles. "Alaska, stop doing that. It's rude."

"Sorry!" Alaska said before flying over to Gumball's knees. "So, if she's Darwin's girlfriend, how do they kiss? And how do they plan on having se-"

"Anyway!" Nicole said, interrupting with a cough to her fist while Darwin was doing his best to hide his blush. "I think we should focus on the real issue we have right now, Alaska."

"Wait, you can understand her?" Carrie asked, tilting her head. "All I heard were a few roars and garbles."

"She has to physically touch you so you can understand her. Although I can read her mind because of our bond," Gumball explained. "I guess since technically you're a spirit and have no physical body she can't do that to you."

"Yes, spectre-like creatures have a hard time understanding dragons that way," E-4 said as he floated over and observed Carrie who was looking at the robot with a raised eyebrow. "Although this one is quite fascinating. You say she was born as a ghost?"

"Yeah, so what?" Carrie asked. "You got a problem with that Hal?"

"The logic of this world continues to baffle me," E-4 muttered.

"So, is someone going to explain the story behind the eyebot, dragon, and Gumball being the Dragon Rider to me?" Carrie asked, crossing her arms before glaring at a squirming Darwin. "And why wasn't I told?"

"First off, don't blame Darwin," Gumball said, putting his hand on his adopted brother's shoulder. "Second, we'll explain..."

F.B.I. Agent Blue Hound had thought he'd seen it all in his time at the Bureau. Domestic terrorists. Mafia wars. Even a cult of sausage worshiping weirdos who prayed to the almighty Weenie-God to come bless them with his mighty sausage powers. Let it not be said that America didn't have her crazies.

So when he learned that he was going to be arriving at place called Elmore in the middle of nowhere where there were sightings of a living dragon, monsters that suck souls, and some kind of superhero who dressed like a knight riding said dragon to fight these monsters, Agent Blue Hound had to check if April Fools Day had come early. Sure enough, it all proved to be true. There was evidence, both digital and physical, to prove that these things were real.

Needless to say, Agent Blue Hound quickly broke his promise to not smoke during the job to his wife. The giant blue anthropomorphic wolf, dressed in your standard F.B.I. suit was busy looking over the various photographs they had managed to confiscate from the Dragon Rider's first appearance outside the movie theater. They didn't get any physical proof that he had been at the second monster's location with the giant spider, but the witnesses swore up and down that it was him that saved them. Along with his blue dragon, that could apparently change size, and a robot eye thing that could talk.

This shit sounds like some kind of fan novel you see on the internet, Agent Blue Hound thought as he tossed the photos onto his desk and walked over to the window. The Mayor had provided the F.B.I. the use of a recently built building in the town's square as a means for an HQ that they were sharing with the National Guard. Normally, Agent Blue Hound thought the idea of bringing tanks, machine guns, and heavily armored troops might have been too much, but considering the devastation and near invulnerability of these monsters perhaps being paranoid was a good thing.

A knock on the door alerted Agent Blue Hound that he had company, and entering the room was his partner, a red female anthropomorphic tabby cat also in uniform. Agent Red Tail walked over and sat on the desk while sipping the cup of coffee in her paws. "You missed the meeting."

"I didn't see the need to join," Agent Blue Hound answered as he turned back towards the outside world. "You being there to represent us is enough."

"At least the coffee wasn't bad," Agent Red Tail said with a smirk before sipping some more java. "So, are you interested in what we've come to agree on?"

"Let me guess? Nothing?" Agent Blue Hound asked, rolling his eyes.

"Bingo doggo," Agent Red Tail sighed as she placed her coffee on the desk and shook her head. "On the Dragon Rider at least. We all agree these monsters are a problem and should be killed with extreme prejudice should more of them arrive. But as for the dragon and its knight? The Police Chief wants to declare him a hero. The Colonel in charge of the National Guard wants to declare him a vigilante terrorist and have them detained. I told them we should bring him in for questioning, but that's it."

"There are a lot of people in this town that see him as a hero," Agent Blue Hound said, taking a cigarette out and lighting it up. After a puff, he continued, "If we play our cards wrong we'll end up looking like the bad guys here."

"Well, do you think the Dragon Rider is a bad guy?" Agent Red Tail asked, eyebrow raised.

"I think he's dangerous and knows more about what's going on then we currently know," Agent Blue Hound answered before turning to his partner. "He's got a dragon with him. Something that's purely mythical, or was thought to be. Our orders were to bring them both in alive for questioning and study. The former to ask if we're facing some kind of alien invasion from these creatures that appear to not be from this world. The second is because the military is interested in the dragon."

"Sure, they need to make those big weapons to please Raytheon and all that," Agent Red Tail whispered in disgust. "Do you ever wish you never went into working for the government and learning just how corrupt it really is and yet it's the least corrupt system in an entire world of bad leaderships?"

"Why do you think I smoke so much?" Agent Blue Hound said before throwing his cigarette butt out the window. "Personally, I just want to know what's going on in this town and what this Dragon Rider has to do with this. If these monsters are aliens or some kind of bio weapon from a foreign nation, we need to know what they are, how they function, and what to do to defend ourselves against them. We also should figure out if this dragon is the last of its kind or if there are more of these things around."

"So how do we find this Dragon Rider?" Agent Red Tail asked.

"That is the real question..."

"So let me get this straight," Carrie said, rubbing her ghostly forehead. "We're but one of multiple worlds and Alaska, your dragon, comes from a multidimensional empire of dragon riders who protect these worlds from those monsters, the Evacuaturs, from destroying worlds. However, a civil war happened, Alaska was teleported her to prevent her from being captured by some Dark Lord guy, and now you and Alaska are superheroes protecting our world from Evacuaturs."

"Pretty much the short version, yeah," Gumball said with a shrug. "Any other questions."

"Yeah, why did you name your dragon after a state?" Carrie asked, tilting her head. Gumball was about to answer before Carrie shook her head. "Actually, never mind. I think the bigger question is what do we do going forward? And how can I help?"

"Wait, Carrie, you don't need to get involved in this," Darwin said, concerned.

"Come on, Darwin, I'm your girlfriend and Gumball's a friend. I'm not going to sit back and let you guys handle this without me. Knowing you guys, you'll do something stupid and I'll have to help you get out of it," Carrie said with a grin. "Plus, I can see if anyone from the spirit world knows about this stuff. You'd be surprised how the dead are willing to talk when their bored."

Much as Gumball wanted to keep this secret to as few people as possible, he knew Carrie at least could be trustworthy with this. "Fine, you can help. But you cannot tell anyone about this. Especially Penny."

"Wait, you didn't even tell Penny?" Carrie asked in surprise. "Doesn't she deserve to know too?"

"I've already gotten her mixed up in this enough as it is, and I don't want to worry her more after it looked like I got killed last time," Gumball answered, shaking his head. "Maybe someday I'll tell her but for now I want to keep her in the dark until things are right for both of us."

"Fair enough," Carrie said before asking, "Anything else I can do to help?"

"I don't suppose you know a way to get rid of those reporters outside our home?" Anias asked before pointing to the outside world.

"Actually, I do have an idea," Carrie said with a sinister grin.

"Everyone run! There's a giant Cthulhu monster coming to eat us all! Run for your lives!"

The Watterson's watched in fascination as the entire miniature army of reporters started running for the hills, flying away, or digging underground while a few others got on top of their vans and drove away. Some even launched themselves and held on to the speeding vans as they drove like the devil was behind them.

This was all thanks to the image of a giant demonic squid looking demon that was roaring and breathing fire with satanic imagery floating around it. Once the last of the reporters were gone, it suddenly flashed into Carrie who laughed at the prank she had pulled.

"Your girlfriend is scary, Darwin," Alaska said to her adopted brother.

"Yeah, but she's worth it," He answered back with a smile.