Chapter two
Well That's that. Any hope I had of getting even the slightest inkling of where Cake was had been taken from me. There was no use with him. He had stayed cooped up in that lab for two long years. Would he never give up? It was impossible to bring things back from the dead. Even if it was his own mother.
I walked straight back home. It was the only way I could keep myself from going back in there and breaking down, again. Telling him how much I missed him, crying, saying how I wished he would turn back into the old gumball that I knew, and loved. Alas if I did that I would lose my strength. I had almost come to terms with the fact that he was not, and would never be the same when I left the kingdom, vowing never to return again. By getting out of that kingdom, I allowed myself some freedom. A break from the constant reminders, what we used to do, every corner of that kingdom had a story that related to him. When his mother died, Gumball, he couldn't handle it. He said he would figure out a way to bring her back, but well here we are now. It wasn't like I had given up on him, Just him on me. He would not speak to me for months at a time, when I finally got so flustered I broke down right next to him. He didn't even care. I told him that I was leaving. Not one eyelash was batted. I needed a new start A new beginning. And that's what I went for.
By now I was almost home, back to the same place I started. Without any idea of where cake was. I supposed I would need to go check our usual enemies….. Wait. I saw something taped onto our front door. It seemed to be a green slip of paper. I cautiously approached it. I took a few glances around to see if the person who left it here was still around. They weren't. I plucked the note carefully off of the door and it read as follows: You do not know me; you have never met me in your life Fiona. You may have seen me lurking about in the shadows, but never face to face. Yet I have seen you yes as you would say I am a stranger. Most little girls are taught to stay away from those, aren't they? Ah yes. You are probably wondering if I am something to be feared, so should you fear me? Probably, but not for the reasons you think my dear Fiona. As for the Topic at hand, oh that's right I haven't told you yet have I? Well let's Just Say I have some Valuable information on your, erm, problem so to speak. Yes, Fiona I know of your problem, how? All in good time. As for now if you wish, meet me at the graveyard tonight just after sundown. If not, then continue aimlessly wandering about. I'm sure you will find her sometime, right? ~a secret admirer
Well wasn't that dandy?I didn't get the feeling that I was going to get killed out of that letter at all! Just kidding. I was 99% sure that if I went to that cemetery that night that I was going to die, But what choice did I have? This was the only lead I had on where to find cake. I knew, Cake would have done the same for me. Besides this "secret admirer" seemed more playful than evil… then again he might be playing with his food. Assuming it's a he. I went anyway.