Immoral Chapter 4: The Meta - Part 1, an amazing world of gumball fanfic

Saturday was like any normal weekend for Gumball. Sit around at home, watch some T.V. and maybe play a game or two. Right now, he was lying down sideways with a bag of chips and watching the Adventure Time movie, which sadly, was not very good, in Gumball's opinion. Due to the nature of the situation, his opinion was not given one fuck.

"Dude, I'm watching Regular Show..."

There was a light knock on the door from across the room. It wasn't much of a knock, but more of a gentle tap. As I've explained this, Gumball has already gotten up and walked up to the door. He gripped the doorknob and pulled it open for the stranger.

"Wattersons, can I-"

The very man before him completely shocked Gumball. He was tall, much more than his father. He had blue fur with a few white stripes on his face, many whiskers and quite big ears. He wore a raggy black jacket with banged up blue jeans with the ends cut off below the knee. He had giant black boots and white gloves on as well, and his body showed several cuts on his arms and legs. He didn't look happy at Gumball in any way.

"Gumball, I've come for you," the man said, stepping inside.

Gumball backed up a bit. "W-wait! Who are you?"

"Gumball, I am your son from the future!" He placed a hand on his chest as Gumball dropped his own jaw.

"Y-Your my son?!"

"From exactly thirty years in the future, yes!"

"W-what's going on here?!" He backed up from the man behind the couch. He couldn't actually be Gumball's son, could he?

"Let me start from the beginning," the man said, taking a step closer. "My name is Lightning

Watterson. I am here to tell you that a horrible event is about to take place that could destroy the world if I don't do something.

"W-What happens in the future?" asked Gumball, still frightened by his 'son'.

"You have exactly fourty-nine children."

"W-...FOURTY-NINE!?" Gumball covered his mouth. He knew people could have up to ten, and cats could have around the same number, but it still didn't fit right.

"That's nonsense!"

"It's the truth, dad."

"...Wait a second..." Gumball eyed the man closely. "With who?"

"...That's the complicated part..." Lightning turned his head and looked at the ground. "You see, four hours from now, one of your daughters is supposed to come to this point in time and..."

"...Is she hot?"

"No! Look, the point is, if you two hubba-hubba, you'll have children. And most of those go off to destroy the world and everyone on it! Including you!"

"No! That's terrible!"

"That is why I have come back in time, dad." The man took a step closer.

"You're here to stop me, or her?"

"At your age, you wouldn't be able to perform the act correctly. And in no way could I stop my sister. She's much too stronger than ma right now. There's only one thing I can do..."

Lightning pulled out a small black box from his jacket. It was long, like something a watch would go in.

"A-are we going to hide from her?"

"Dad, years in the future, you instructed me to go back in time to do this. It is the only way to save the planet..."

He opened the box, revealing a small dagger.

"I must cut off your dong, dad."

The man took a step back from the keyboard and rubbed his neck. The position he sat in wasn't the best there was, yet he'd rather suffer from minor neck-pain than to sit on the hard-wooden floor below. Also to not risk a splinter.

He clicked the 'Save' button below the box full of text. As he always said to other writers, "Better safe than sorry." Of course, not one single writer he knew of talked to him regularly. Most of the more active writers were either too busy or weren't on the site overall.

He thought it was him for a second. His grammar wasn't high grade for one. He didn't read any books that most people fancy, as a bookstore of some kind was not in his town, and most of the time, people spoke in a prose that was, in his words, "Inconcevible," if that is the correct spelling for the word. Which it isn't.

One more glarring flaw was above these few paragraphs. He didn't think anyone would really read any of his work, nor did anyone know of his existence on the site. People would argue, as he had a story with more than one-hundred reviews, claming it was quite a feat. However, he would tend to pull up another story from out of the blue with nearly double that amount, and then some. He would then to complain and say his work was, "garbage," up until the other person would block his messages.

He had no clue why he was even writing in the first place. It wasn't his life's dream to become a popular writer of any kind, nor did he think he could even write a book. No, he preffered the life of a musician. He was quite talented with a guitar and keyboard, knew the in's and out's of production, and recently bought a very nice recorder. He only knew one octave, but was working on learning the theme song to his favorite show.

He pushed aside his daydreaming of fame, music and a drug addiction and looked back at his screen. The story presented at him wasn't his best. The only reason he wrote it was to make fun of a certain fandom's trends, relating to 'Cat-Ghost kids,' and time travel. Both of which never clicked with him, though.

Oh shoot, he forgot to add the ghost into it.

If it's one thing he hates, it's forgetting some crutal thing to poke fun at, having to go backwards and fix everything and it all looking sloppy at the end. He thought that he might as well add some kind of plot twist into it. Yeah, that'll work.

His clock read 12:41. He had to hurry, as he only had nineteen minutes before he had to go to bed. He streched out his arms, rubbed his neck, and hit 'Enter' on the keyboard.

Carrie bursted through the front door like some kind of crazy bitch and grabbed Lightning by his shoulders. Gumball jumped back as the two fell over on the couch.

"Gumball! Don't listen to him! He's just a Mary Sue with a dong!"

"Get off of me!" yelled Lightning as he slashed the knife at Carrie. However, it went right through her, giving Carrie to fly over the dumb-fuck and warp Gumball somewhere safe.

Gumball fell over as he was whisked away. He looked around and saw that he was no longer in his house anymore, but a dark room, alone with Carrie.

"C-Carrie! What's going on?!"

"That man was from the future. I heard everything with my secret ghost powers that are canon."

"So he was really my son?"

"Indeed, Gumball. I looked this up on the internet beforehand," said Carrie floating down to his level. "Fan fictions really helped me understand what's going on around us."

"Speaking of, where are we now?" Gumball looked around the room. It was a living room, no doubt, but it was extreamly dark. Even out the windows. He couldn't recall it being night before. He turned around and saw a strange man typing away on a computer. He took a step forward, which made the man turn his head away from his work.

"...The fuck is you?"

"He's the one you spoke about, Bokaru."

The man rubbed his head, covered in long hair and a headband.

"Strange, he's shorter than I thought..."

"Wait... Bokaru?" Gumball thought about the name for a second, as it rang a bell.

"...Isn't like... spelled Bakuki-"

"MY NAME IS NOT A MOTHER-FUCKING TYPO!" screamed Bokaru as he rolled on the floor, pulling his legs up to his chest. He rocked back and forth on the ground as the two kids watched on.

"...Gumball, you're in grave danger. That man was our own son from the future. And there'll be more than that one."

"T-They wanna kill us?" asked Gumball.

"Not exactly. They're looking for something else... Why that man wanted to cut off your "EXTREAMLY LONG MEAT STICK" is beyond..."

Both kids turned around to Bokaru, typing on his computer. He was giggling at something on the screen before looking at the two.

"...What?"

"Aren't you like... Seventeen?" asked Carrie.

"Um... yeah..."

"And you're laughing at something as childish as that?"

"Y-yeah..."

"Your own writing, nonetheless?"

"..." Bokaru turned to his computer scrren again, silently.

"So, what do we do now?"

"There's only one thing we can do, Gumball." Carrie held his hand gently. "We have to travel across the world in search of other writers to not only make this sotry more Meta, but to save Elmore, and the world."

"O-oh my gosh... Carrie, I don't think I'm ready for this..." shuttered Gumball, looking at the ground. "I'm only a kid."

"Yes you are, you walking blue fuck," said Carrie, with her own words, mind you. "But we have no choice. We must leave immedeatly... Imedeately... I-Immedet. I-Im, no, wait, I-I, Imersive..."

"Immer... Immeditly...Intim..E-me-de-ate-ly..." Bokaru turned and looked at the two kids again. Both had an annoyed look on their faces.

"..."

"Gumball, we have to leave, 'Right Now'," said Carrie. "We have may places to go to."

"W-where do we start?"

"Oh, uh," Bokaru turned once more. "That depends if anyone reads this chapter."

"...What do you mean, 'anyone'?" asked Gumball. To which, Bokaru pointed at the wall behind the computer. It had a small note that read '4tH wAlL iN tHe HoUse' taped on.

"...What?"

"Have you read The Loop? That was some mother fucking shit right there," said Bokaru, leaning back in his chair.

TO BE CONTINUED...

If anyone reads this-

YEAH, WE GET IT. SHUT UP.

A/N What's going on here? Where is Gumball and Carrie? Who is this Bokaru? And will they find other 'Writers'? Tune in next time to find out!

- Water