JZTSmokenem here, and we have another TAWOG fanfic on the way. This story's around on TobiIsABunny's Yandere Judith artwork. With enough writing saved over time and the latter's permission, I figured to bring this to fruition. Enjoy the fanfic.
Chapter #1 - The Visit
On a beautiful Friday in Elmore City, the Fitzgerald household's living room is full of suitcases and backpacks. The windows let in the morning sun, giving the room a serene glow. A particular tarantula ran through the clutter, adding to the energetic atmosphere in the room.
The Fitzgerald family was packing up to leave; a peanut-shaped man, clad in a tattered beanie and a worn flannel shirt, was shuffling around, struggling to carry two overloaded suitcases.
Meanwhile, his two daughters' mugs, hidden behind silhouettes of dark curls, picked up only a few selected stuffed dolls, blankets, and toys, piling them into their bags.
Penelope looked absolutely stunning in her brand-new ensemble.
She stood tall with curves in the right places: not overly busty, but perfect enough to hold her svelte frame. Her hair was like a sunset- burnt and orange with streaks of gold to catch the sun.
She was graceful and strong, but most importantly, teal shirt sparkled in the light and fit her perfectly, while the pink arm extensions showed off her delicate curves. Her magenta shirt was airy and light yet tapered enough to give her a smart silhouette.
The brown leggings made the outfit stand out even more, complementing her warm complexion with their benevolent, earthy tones. She shapeshifted her wings and turned them into tentacles. She grabbed each bag available and shoved it into the back seat. Afterward, the appendages turned back, and they turned back into wings.
Nearby her was a shorter being with a brown shell covering her body.
She had longer legs and arms than her older sibling but was no taller than she was. When looking down at the floor, one could see her pink magenta shirt that matched perfectly with the black pants and white shoes she had on. Her oversized white headphones rested atop her head and antlers, and her hands clasped an iPhone she never seemed to let go of.
She was a marvel to behold, with an unbridled energy that was palpable in the air. The look in her eye gave off a sense of peace and childlike innocence that her older sibling longed to have. Polly had the exact same looks that Penelope had in the past.
Patrick's face is stern but relaxed, with a hint of a sideward smile. He carries three duffle bags. He steps across the threshold of the hallway and into the warm embrace of his wide-eyed, loving daughters and the home that awaits them both.
Behind him stood a middle-aged woman with a distinct sense of style. She wore a red fitted tee shirt, low-rise black pants, and cowgirl-like boots. She featured a shell around her body like her husband and youngest daughter. These items concealed her curves, complementing her large apron, and covered most of the garments.
As they finally finished packing, they walked outside the living room to find the family car waiting by the driveway, its back door open, filled with luggage, a tangle of blankets, and other items they had deemed irreplaceable. With a deep sigh, the family said their goodbyes. They left the house behind.
Soon, Penny, Polly, and Mr. Cuddles buckled up in their respective seats. The two daughters were in the passenger seats while the pet settled inside a box.
Patrick settled into the driver's seat and kissed Judith as he brought the engine to life. The Fitzgerald sisters snugly fastened their seatbelts with a good tug while the tarantula, reaching its eight legs to the best of its ability, waved its legs and waved goodbye just like the other members of the peanut family.
In mere seconds, the motherly peanut were inside the house, the door securely locked behind them. Now, all that remained in the Fitzgerald household was Judith, standing inside alone, still clad in her cleaning attire. She went to the kitchen, quickly darting from one end of the room to the other. The motherly peanut made sure all the dishes were squeaky clean.
Once she placed the last plate on the dish rack, three knocks at the door occurred. The mother peanut turned her head, and the knocks happened again. Tensing, Judith removed her dishwashing gloves and stepped towards the entrance.
Peering through the peephole, she witnessed a familiar figure across the other side. She narrowed her eyes, and a gentle yet stringent sigh emerged from her mouth before unlocking the door and greeting the person.
As the door opened, it revealed an interesting sight.
Standing on the threshold was a tall feline, shorter than the average peanut by a few inches. Its clothing was unique, sporting a dark brown jacket featuring ordinary brown cuffs around the wrists, grey-blue pants, and deep and vibrant blue fur. The guy's body held a few peculiarities; his arms and legs were far longer yet humanoid, his rear somewhat rounder, and his frame more masculine. His fangs were on full display, curved and sharp.
"Hello, Mrs. Fitzgerald." The feline said as he waved his right hand.
"Hello, Gumball," Judith responded as she opened the house door lightly.
Gumball looked around the area with suspicion. His pupils narrowed as his gaze investigated each nook and cranny for any signs of any other Fitzgerald presence.
He twisted his head left and right, his ears flopping down as he raised an eyebrow and tilted his head in unspoken inquiry.
Judith witnessed the feline looking over the house. He sniffed at the air, trying to pick up any foreign scents that could be the signs of a lurking predator. His whiskers twitched as they attempted to interpret the barely perceptible sound waves of the environment.
Every instance of his heightened senses could potentially provide clues to the presence of a possible threat. Nothing. No one in sight. After, he went back to the front porch.
"Where's Penny? And Polly and Patrick even?" Gumball asked as he placed his right paw on his head and started scratching it.
"Patrick and the girls are having a camping trip with the grandparents for the weekend. I'm just watching over the house." Judith responded as she narrowed her eyes.
"Okay... May I come in?" Gumball questioned, shrugging his arms and raising an eyebrow.
"Oh, sure. Of course. Just don't make a mess and wipe your feet." The motherly peanut replied as a black tint appeared on her face, though it disappeared as she pointed her finger towards the welcome mat by the door. The rug had 'Welcome!' printed in bright lettering.
"Haha. Yeah..." Gumball said with a forced laugh and dropped sweat, placing his feet on the mat and wiping them off.
Soon, the feline entered the house, following behind Judith. He took in the sights that had become so familiar to him from his youth.
He unzipped his zipper, removed the jacket from his body, and placed it in the nearby hamper. The house, like the meaning of life itself, seemed different from the way it was many years ago. He was surprised by the amount of change that had taken place. And yet, it all appeared the same to him.
The furniture and wallpaper were new, and the floors had been re-polished. All these changes, yet the life he knew of previously carried on within the walls of the family home.
The Fitzgerald family has been capturing memories over the years, and the photos they kept are memories that last a lifetime. Some pictures display the children in their childhoods and learning to take their first step. Then, to the family enjoying a picnic in the park, to the Fitzgerald siblings dressing up for their first school dance. Many of the photos have Gumball in them, reminding the family of all the adventures they shared with him.
Gumball sat on the couch, surveying the room. He realized that the place could use some tidying up - the curtains were dull and faded, the coffee table was full of miscellaneous things, and the couch had noticeably aged - its material worn and its cushions flattened from use.
"Mrs. Fitzgerald," Gumball began speaking to the motherly peanut, "I noticed your living room is a little stuffy."
"Oh, that. I guess Patrick and the girls must have left a mess behind. They tend to be quite cluttered sometimes." Judith responded after in the kitchen.
"As strict as he is, you would think he would be more considerate. Even Penny can extend her arms and call it a day." Gumball responded after shrugging his arms, and Judith shortly smiled.
"Hm-hm, he sure does. But anyway, what brings you here?"
"Well, I was supposed to bring my girlfriend out for a date. College got the better of us. But I guess life has other plans. In fact, with the camping trip idea, I would've asked if I joined." The feline said as his ears flopped downward.
Judith raised a brow, turned around, and crossed her arms.
"Gumball, I know you don't mean any harm, but Patrick and I are still wary about you. Also, what you did to the house at one point." The mother peanut's smile had disappeared and her features had become narrowed and tightened. She placed her hands on her hips, which only added to Gumball's already increasing apprehension. He gulped, knowing the tension in the air meant something was about to happen. His heart raced as the mother peanut spoke.
"Oh, come on. That was an accident! I had trouble getting the toaster working." Gumball protested, and his arms plummeted to his sides in exasperation.
"Really? Because we have to call insurance for what happened to the house." When a white flash suddenly lit up, the Fitzgerald house engulfed in flames. Gumball's sweat dropped as the light faded.
"Fair enough, and I can't deny how upset you two were. I guess that explains why the living room feels different." The feline sighed, looking down.
"It cost money, Gumball. You have no idea how expensive it is. Besides, what makes you think a camping trip would be different?" Judith responded after tilting her head.
"What? Fresh air? Out in the wilderness? Fishing in the pond and seeing different animals? How can I cause trouble there? Hell, I won't even hurt a fly! Also, the idea of meeting the grandparents. That's a great opportunity." Gumball said as his ears ripened.
"Or getting lost in uncertain areas, causing a forest fire, or making accidents. And we both know about your experiences with the Forest of Doom. Thus, meeting the elders knowing your history?" Judith slowly walked closer to the feline with a mixture of emotions flowing through her veins.
She was tranquil and unsettled by the cat in front of her. As their eyes sync, Judith crossed her arms over her chest. The feline seemed to notice this action as it cautiously stepped back to keep a safe distance between them.
"Fair enough." The cat let out a sigh right away.
"Good. Now you're here, I need extra help around the house. After all, the sting of the burned house still remains. If not, I'm going to punish you." The mother peanut narrowed her eyes further, and the feline almost chuckled. Gumball let out a laugh as he exclaimed.
"Pfft, what?! What are you, Mom? I'm not a little kid anymore."
"Or, here's a better idea. I'll kick your ass out. And maybe convinced Patrick to limit seeing Penny for a while. Perhaps even a restraining order to convince you!" Judith stated as she took out her phone. A black tint from before appeared in her eyes, and the feline witnessed it. Gumball's cheery smile immediately dropped at the thought of Patrick at the other end of the phone line.
"No. You wouldn't, right?" The feline asked.
"Oh, I'll do. Besides, we wouldn't want to ruin the trip due to what you did, right? Also, you owe us for the "accident" you pulled. Sure, you may use an fire extinguisher to lessen it, but still. I might even tell the cops about who really did it. Do you want that?" Judith asked as he pointed her finger at Gumball and almost clenched her fists. The feline could feel a chill in the air, yet he could feel an even deeper chill emanating from Judith's piercing gaze. He could tell that this conversation was going nowhere good. He sighed in defeat, his shoulders slumped.
"Alright, fine. Since I'm still regretful about that day, I'll make it up." The cat answered.
"Good. And if you ask what you'll get in return, I'll keep that in mind. Here you go." Judith noted and attempted to lessen her disappointment by passing over cleansing wipes.
"What are these for?" Gumball inquired.
"It is for the pictures, table, and shelves. Afterward, sort out the living room. Once done, I'll finish with the kitchen and bring in new items." The mother peanut responds as she turns back to the kitchen.
"Okay. Seems pretty simple enough." The cat said as he scratched his head and removed himself from the couch because he had been on it all day. He was determined to clean the pictures that adorned the shelves and walls. With the cleansing wipes in hand, he proceeded to cleanse them.
Okay, that is it for the first chapter.