From what we witnessed in the previous chapter, the police and soldiers gave Gumball and Ms. Simian a chance to escape. And now, with the feline infected, how will this affect the situation? Read the chapter to find out!
Chapter #11 ~ The Approach
As the feline and primate vanished from the avenue, the cops stood together and fought off the infested beings. Electric blasts, straps, and but shot against the infested beings repeatedly. Knowing that the used electricity isn't enough to halt them, all officers unhesitatingly use their arsenal to thrust the juveniles out of the way, giving the last inhabitants a chance to escape. Most families they encountered throughout the fight were noticeably the recently infected Toast family, Oval Family, and Idaho's Family, who in the latter was electrocuted out of the way by the remaining cops.
Sweat dripped from their skulls, holding their breath repeatedly as the cops retreated even further, firing at any infected ravage that came near them. Each cop reached into their belts and pulled out grenades, hurling them across the ground and spewing white smoke from their batons at the creatures everywhere, ramming their clubs and knives into their skins.
Hamburger Cop shoved his clenched fist forward, punching each infected being in their faces, and swung his legs forward, plowing his feet on their stomachs. Soda Cop instantly plunged his hands onto the limbs of some of the ravagers, threw them across the ground, pushed them off, and shot many in the legs and shoulders, leaving bullet holes and bloodstains. Coffee steadily hurled her grenades to the ground, dodging multiple attacks thrown at her and dodging back and forth.
Despite the group working together, most of the infected gained the upper hand of defense, giving them a difficult struggle to resist. Due to the entire group made of the most famous families on the block, the cops encounter a much more stressful challenge.
During the fighting, the cops witnessed the last remaining French Fry Cops and soldiers forced to be consumed by the virus. Each wielder that stood behind to help the cops fight off the savages got plowed across the floor, and the infested beings ripped off their armor piece by piece. Infested claws and hands destroyed the visors, tore off the sleeves, and shattered the weapons. Some took turns biting the skins of the cops, hence the fact the sentient fries. Once some jammed their claws onto their skin, the French fries screamed, and the slime instantly enveloped their bodies. The virus slithered into the bloodstream and infested the blood. The substance that once spews the red liquid has changed into the infamous prism fungus.
The Yoshidas unleashed lightning attacks and karate skills at the trio, forcing them to dodge. The Russos charged at the cops bullfighter-style, shoving the three out of the way afterward, scattering across the floor. Before the three managed to rise from the ground, the Fitzgeralds produced appendages that swung the triad around in circles and shoved them onto the nearby houses. With assistance, Clayton worsens the damages at will by shifting them into spikes. Then, Ocho blasted pixels at the cops, creating rope-like barriers enveloping their arms and legs. Vladus unleashed claws, levitated the remaining debris, and lunged them at the cops. The Wattersons intervened, willing to attack as Nicole, Darwin, and Anais each smashed the cops in a similar fashion of blowing, causing the barriers to break. Soon, the cops shoved their fists on their faces, slash their skin with their knifes, casted another grenade, and shot a dart at Vladus.
With her baton clenched in her fists and sorrow streaming from her eyes, Coffee Cop blocked Doughnut Cop's virus-coated bullets. She refused to give in to the agony and guilt pressing down on her chest and instead put up a fight. She blasted onto Doughnut Cop and fired away, sending him flying from her presence. Hamburger Cop and Soda Cop looked at each other, sighing.
The mercenaries from earlier fiercely attacked the cops, swinging their arms and legs. The power of the electrical blasts caused havoc on the nearby houses, leaving behind broken bricks, shattered windows, and crumbling facades. The chief mercenary activated his baton and charged at the trio. His eyes narrowed, and he growled menacingly before lunging forward, saliva dripping from his jaws. He lunged towards Coffee, pushing her to the ground. She quickly moved her arms in a defensive maneuver, avoiding his bites. He clamped his mouth on her visor and ripped it off her face. Coffee immediately retaliated, punching the assassin in the face. Hamburger and Soda Cops pulled out their weapons and shot at him - bullets penetrating his skin, resulting in severe blood loss. The commander could feel his arms and legs start shaking, and the cops rushed forward, shooting their batons and blasting him. The wolf crumbled away from the beverage, and she rosed from the floor.
Once the Wattersons tumbled, mercenaries, citizens, Doughnut Sheriff, Vladus, and Darwin scrambled against the floor once an electrical discharge coated his body, Carrie screamed as she rushed over to the trio and gritted her teeth. In seconds, the phantom's body altered. Claws sprouted, teeth sharpened, with the ooze dripping from her mouth. The police officers dodged her attack and fired the electric whip at her. She teleports left and right, avoiding the discharges. Carrie raised her hands to the sky, and several objects near the police officers flew up. Countless pieces of broken glass, auto parts, power poles, furniture, fences, and street debris fell on her. She swung her arms forward, hurling herself towards the police. The tertiary covered themselves with shields, dodged the attacks, and shot down several projectiles. Some pins pierced through their shields. Cracks appeared on their protective layer, and pieces fall off. The police watched them fall to the ground. All three of their hearts beat in a steady rhythm, and each huffed and puffed. Then, Carrie swung her body and lashed her tail at the crew.
The cops fell to the floor, and Carrie produced claws. She slashed at the three, leaving behind claw marks on their suits. Blood spewed instantly, and pieces of their armor. Their arms and legs become uncovered. She slashed into their exteriors. Tears swelled and tolled through their eyes unchecked, and their mouths clamped open. She clenched her right fist as her insides started to boil and swung it at the triad. The impact of the telekinetic backside of the fist sentenced the cops across the floor, crashing into the nearby house. Three holes formed, and the cops coughed. Massive amounts of pain scattered over their bodies and lifted their arms and legs through shaking. They lift themselves from the destroyed house, exiting its foundation.
"This is for giving Gummypuss a chance to escape our love!" Carrie shouted as she transformed, dashing toward the trio as prism steam burst from her body. Her hands went forward and sprouted another claw. Two magic orbs erupted from her hands and fired blasts at the trio. Coffee, Hamburger, and Soda clenched their fists tightly onto their batons and evaded the phantom's attack. Holes scattered on the ground, steaming oozing out of the gaps, and almost got onto the cops' remaining armor.
The three united their batons and burst a triple amount of the electrical discharges. The electric whip strangles Carrie, and the police swing her through the battle. The ghost is rotated toward the infected creatures as if she were a cartoon num-chuck. As they raised their arms aloft, the police spun her left and right, hurling her at enemies moving towards them. In a flash, the police threw her through the battle, then beat her to the ground. Instantly, they threw her away the last time, cut off the batons until the last minute, shot her with the loaded special darts, and smashed her into Vladus. Two ghosts stumble across each other on the street, tossing them away from the fight. The special darts instantly did their thing, damaging both phantoms as an electrical circuit going haywire.
The creature twisted its head to the ghosts lying on the floor, both of whom had sustained massive damage from the darts, before shifting its gaze towards the cops. It spread its claws and retracted its tendrils from the recently infected soldiers, who then toppled to the ground. Its mouth formed a hiss, and its eyes narrowed in anger as it soared skyward, aiming to pursue the police officers.
As more infected individuals got involved and battled the police officers, all three of them exchanged glances at one another as their eyebrows rose in the sky.
"Did we just swing Carrie around?" Hamburger Cop asked as more infected citizens tried to reach him with slimy claws.
"Well, we did. We even shoved Vladus away, leaving the monster remaining. Nevertheless, it worked." Coffee remarked as she pulled out her knife and jabbed it with the abdomens of the savages coming forward.
"I'm having trouble with these savages!" Soda Cup frustratingly exclaims as he stands up from the attack.
"It appears the infected's power is limitless while our energy supply is decreasing." Hamburger Cop responded as he was spitting up his vital fluids and gazing at the bars on his vacuum. The glow on the bar is no longer on the green and within the yellow section. Coffee Cop huffed and puffed, face filled with sweat, and looked to the left and right., seeing the bars from her vacuum and Soda Cop's.
"We must not throw in the towel just yet, guys! We have to give Gumball and Ms. Simian enough time to escape! Use the remaining ammunition and target them now!" Coffee Cop yelled as she used her gun to fire the darts at several hosts, with her fellow injured joining along the firing. Once the darts in place, the attackers started to feel woozy, causing them to fall to the ground before they even thrash. While attacking, some hosts were elusive due to falling on the ground, but the three dusty police officers were grateful that the tranquilizer slowed down most of them.
Afterward, the mysterious swooped into the fight and lifted its claws as a prism-colored shield surrounded the three cops. Its eyes narrowed and glared at the police officers as red hot lava boiled deep into its stomach. Constructs popped pout from its claws as a firecracker burst out from its hands. A sensation shot through the top of the cup's head and completely enveloped her mind. She can feel her heart racing, her lungs going back and forth, and her feet striking in a stepped rhythm. Hamburger and Soda Cop did the same, and their hands shook. She gasped, turned her head from side to side, and grabbed Hamburger and Soda Cop.
"I'll be damned! We're not just dealing with the savages anymore, but the monster that started it all!" Soda Cop bellowed in dismay as he brandished his shield toward the oncoming foes.
"We can't quarrel over this! We need to stand our ground and fight with everything we've got!" Coffee Cop yelled, getting up from the ground and quickly chasing after the monster.
"Whatever this creature is, it looks much more challenging than even Vladus and Carrie! That entity against us and others next to it! There's no way we can beat it in our condition!" Hamburger inquired, trailing behind Coffee and Soda. Coffee cast her gaze downward, and her heart pounded steadily. She panted and mumbled to them.
"I don't mind getting infected myself, but protecting the innocent is crucial." Coffee replied. The officers nodded.
A bone-chilling cackle reverberated in its mouth like something out of a horror film, sending a shiver down the spines of the officers. The dust at their feet swirled up as their hearts raced in unison, their hands tightening around their batons. The three of them sharply squinted, giving the creature an intense stare. The being rubbed its chin, squinting its gaze. It placed its two fingers onto its head, and a prism glow beamed from its eyes. The cops' bodies jolted as the ground suddenly quaked. Tendrils and constructs burst out its claws and cloth, slithering out of their sockets. Then, they launched forward at the cops, identical to an octopus strike for its prey. The trio widened their eyes in shock as their jaws dropped and their legs moved reflexively away from the scene of destruction. The force of the attack had left visible cracks in the ground and sent pieces of debris flying.
The cops quickly jumped out of the way of the monster's appendages, shooting at it and attacking it. In some situations, the officers would lift their arms in the air, firing their weapons at the creature, only to have it form a barrier with its body to protect itself and give a sinister smile. The electricity ricocheted off the shield, dispersing around the barriers. Some blasts bounced off in opposite directions, nearly reaching the officers. Coffee Cop drew her belt and yanked out a flash grenade. She deployed to the ground. In response, the creature shielding its face ceased in movement. The being's eyes opened, witnessing a triad of silhouettes illuminated in the light. Its facial expression contorted into a horrifying grin, and it then disappeared in a sudden teleportation. The sudden disappearance of their worlds caused sweat to roll down their faces, making them wet. They both turned their heads side to side and then took a few steps back toward each other.
The three were taken by surprise when they were suddenly shoved to the ground, collapsing as if they got punched in unison. Lifting their heads, they stood up and widened their eyes in shock as they felt themselves lifted from the ground below. Coffee Cop, Hamburger Cop, and Soda Cop screamed as something grabbed their legs and slammed them onto the floor, followed by a loud crack. Their body armor and vacuums took a beating as their visors shattered and blood oozed out from the marks their armor had left. Their bodies were convulsing violently, accompanied by fits of coughing. The cracks in the flooring were deep and empty, stained with blood, and shards of the material scattered across the floor.
Coffee pursed her lips as her body stiffened and her fists clenched into tight balls. The ringing in her ears became deafening as coffee blended with the blood dripping from her mug. As her sight began to stabilize, trembling consumed her as she tried to lift her shoulders off the floor. In the same predicament, Soda Cop desperately reached for his baton that had rolled away, and Hamburger lay frozen on his stomach, heaving as his limbs barely responded. Amidst this chaos, her heartbeat soared as everything almost went black. The vacuums hissed and crackled as sparks flew, their shells breaking into fragments that chipped away one by one. Guns were strewn about, their accessories shattered and ruined.
The mysterious figure was hiding in the shadows above the three cops. They twisted their heads and eyes fixed upward, seeing something in the sky above. Suddenly, a brilliant light shone, and the creature became visible as it hovered above them. It hissed. A wide grin spread across its face as it saw the cops struggling on the ground, and its eyes lit up as if it had won a million dollars. Its right arm and claw rose. It snapped its fingers in ecstasy, and the surrounding barrier vanished.
The cops' vision became steady, and they whipped their heads around, astonished by what they saw. The officers watched as the undead, neighbors, citizens, soldiers, and many more heaved off elsewhere. Many of the hosts they had fired at had already recovered from the darts. The number of beings lessened their presence, and several had departed from the area. Lamentably, the used bullets flew down from the zombies like pebbles, leaving the infested to regenerate their limbs. The tranquilizers shot at them barely done anything to the matter. The police officers looked on as the contaminated organisms embarked on their voyage to an unknown destination, presumably the same road the feline and ape deserted. Coffee Cop, Hamburger Cop, and Soda Cop were excessively agitated, their eyes narrowing in stress, their firearms close to becoming unusable.
Suddenly, a fierce gust of wind blew the police officers, sending them off the ground, swaying, and face down on the floor. A feeling grew in their stomachs, as it spread down their lower bodies, as the pain hit them as if they got punched in the stomach. A wind enveloped them like a medley of dark green and the hues of the prism surrounding the trio. They lifted their heads from the ground, and their eyebrows flew into the atmosphere. A familiar ghost glared daggers at the cops. His jaws sharpen, an enormous his burst out his mouth, and mists explode from his claws like a flicker of fire. Behind him was the supposedly missing victim, recovering from the previous attack.
"Officers, I am DONE dealing with your incompetence!" Vladus screamed as he jolted his arms forward, shoving the three away with telekinesis. They fell to the ground, and he lifted his arms, unleashing a massive crater underneath the cops. As the hole crumbles, multitudes of claws from before burst out and lunge forward against the police. The trio felt the sharp claws piercing their arms and legs, causing their blood to flow through their limbs. The screams of agony escaped their lips as the claws mercilessly pushed them forward down the street. The situation is getting worse due to the spilling of blood.
The three stumbled across the floor while multitudes of hostile glances pierced through them. Carrie loomed above, thrusting her face forward and tilting her head as the infested beings left behind slowly walked toward them.
"Hmm... I see they have already taken enough damages after recovery, Father. No need to finalize them as our Master took care of the rest." The perverted phantom responded as Vladus clenched his fists into a tight ball. He shoved his right arm forward and grasped the three, as the force of his grip squeezed them until sounds of cracks and bending emerged from their vacuums and bodies. A fierce collection of screams spewed out from their jaws.
And Vladus tore the gadgets to pieces. The cops twisted their heads at each other, sweating further and hearts racing. With no other option, the elderly ghost relaxed his hold and all three officers quickly slumped to the floor. Coffee, Hamburger, and Soda shifted their positions and got up from the ground.
"Doughnut Sherriff! This drink is all yours!" Carrie screamed at the sentient donut as she pointed her finger at the beverage.
"I'll take it from here!" Doughnut Cop shouted as he rushed over to Coffee Cop, as his hands became enveloped in the infamous virus.
The sheriff and the hosts hurriedly raced to where the constable was, but Hamburger and Soda Cop attempted to flee from the onrushing group. Unluckily, the multitude of hands and claws pulled them close, and the creatures passed on the illness to the two lawmen.
"Didn't think that's going to be easy, did you?! Appreciate your endeavors, but you're nothing more than a taste of what resistance we'll face later. Now, we acquire your hospitality and make anew with our tenderness. It is unfortunate that your tools got destroyed." Nicole chuckled, placing her hands on her hips.
"We may not won this battle, but who you're looking for is gone!" The sentient soda can starts with dissatisfaction, trying to resist procreating.
"And now we're becoming one with the microorganism! Our commissioner will displeased once he finds out about our defeat!" Hamburger testified, intentionally trying to release himself from the hosts' grip.
"Not to mention we cannot reach up with the others an-oh god nooo!" Coffee screamed as the virus in her body began deteriorating her body. Watching the departure of the cops, all the hosts proactively managed to accelerate the procedure by positioning the slime onto their exposed bodies. In seconds, all screaming descends from fear to thrill.
As the rest of the ravages continue assaulting the police, the mysterious creature lifted its head and glared fiercely at the environment. It glided itself into the atmosphere, twisting its head left and right. In a flash, a massive glow burst off its eyes. A gleam occurred in its eyesight, and the scenery changed. A space appeared, with broken houses, panting, two blue hands and arms, paving back and forth, the ancient ape herself, and the middle is what's left of the neighborhood and the upcoming city buildings in the background. The area was messy, almost haunted to an extent, blazes cast over the streets, smashed lights, cars scattered to pieces, and destroyed military vehicles on the horizon. The panting was severe, and the being could bear the weight of the situation on his chest.
The multiple eyes narrowed, titled its head, starring daggers at the environment before it disappeared. The bring twisted its head, with a slight hissing coming out of its jaws. As it looked around, it noticed something in the distance. It shifted its head forward, and its eyebrows shot up in the atmosphere. The feline and the ancient ape continue to run away from the battle. A hideous smile lit up its features, surveying the recently sprinting contaminated creatures chasing after them. The monster shot through the sky in a flash, passing right over its victims.
Gumball and Mrs. Simian sprinted down the deserted street. Their breaths became more labored with every step. Everywhere they looked, the pair glimpsed the aftermath of destruction - vacant homes, crumpled automobiles, toppled light posts, busted fire hydrants, fire cast over the houses, shattered pieces of furniture, craters in the pavement, and puddles of water on the sidewalks. On the horizon, the only remaining is an array of vacant structures in the city center. Droplets of sweat run down the faces of the individuals, beads of moisture glistening in their hair. At the sight of the infamous monster and its infested minions on the horizon, the ancient ape spun around and reached for her baton, transforming it into a fire extinguisher nozzle. With the press of a button, a large white cloud expelled, providing a path for the ape and the minions to pass through, like a scene of an illusionary disappearance. The ape returned the wand to its place on her vacuum. The ancient ape and feline dashed forward further, and she noticed a dark shadow on the horizon within an abandoned building nearby the houses. She held up her arm and motioned towards what lay ahead of them.
In a flash, Mrs. Simian and Gumball avoided the demolished fences, hydrants, and shards of glass, shallow-filled with electric wires, and stepped over the rubble of collapsed residences. Careful to sidestep furniture and other debris, they navigated a corridor and arrived at an entrance Mrs. Simian opened. On the other side of the door, a staircase of wood planks across the ceiling, an array of objects, crates, a lone lamp, and a small window. The dusty environment had cotton swabs scattered about while other areas remained untouched. After the ape firmly shut the door behind her, she extinguished the light by pulling the switch. Both of them hastily crouched in the dimness, settling underneath a pile of debris. She placed the case downward on the floor, placing her hand on her chest as Gumball joined her. Sweat slitters down their hair and skin as if they return from a jog.
Miss Simian wiped her head as the beating of their hearts slowed, and their panting decreased. She then cleared her throat. The ape swiveled her head toward the feline. Her eyes narrowed in a problematic yet concerning glare. Gumball stared rigidly at the floor, his eyes twitching nervously and his lips pursed. His left hand remained firmly placed on his chest.
"Are you alright, Watterson?" The ancient ape asked the feline. No response. The cat's gaze stayed fixed on the ground, seemingly unaware of anything else around him. He seemed to have mentally drifted away, and his ears drooped downward in an expression of distress. A flash of the memory ignited within his mind. The moment he and the ape escaped from the chaos. He recalled his own eyes, watching them flee from the area after realizing that the Fitzgeralds and the soldiers were about to succumb to the virus. A chill ran through his body when he remembered Penelope's tear-filled eyes, yelling at him to run while the virus savagely took over the infected townsfolk; all of their hard work to save them, only to witness the fairy become consumed. The elderly ape held her arm to examine his condition, waving it up and down. Unfortunately, nothing occurred. A disbelieving scoff escaped her lips as she removed her arm and hauled away.
She slowly tiptoed to the window and gingerly picked up her camouflaged binoculars coated in slim-proof material, its dark green lens surrounded by black and brown hues. Placing them on her eyes, Lucy adjusted the focus wheel, and optical glass brought forth a view of dilapidated buildings ahead - or so she thought. The primate looked out to the buildings far away, and the area onwards filled with dread. Everywhere lay a blanket of slime and grime while flames licked at the interiors of buildings and cars. Broken windows, crumbling walls, and empty cars of moderate and military make, all with torn doors, shattered lighting, and eerily quiet air. Within the windows and several intersections of the lanes, Lucy glimpsed victims on the horizon. Their bodies undulated in sensuous motions. Lucy lowered the binoculars and absentmindedly scratched her chin.
The senior ape moved towards the metal storage container. This container was rectangular, with a coating of dusty olive green, and capped with black hatches. She raised the top portion of the container. Inside the container is a custom ethafoam interior with two variations of darts, wrenches, grenades, screwdrivers, drills, tweezers, bullets, sharpies, knives, tape measure, sandpaper, sets, pliers, cutters, a jet black day scope, barrel, silencer, a bi-pod, suppressor, folding stock, folding stock, adjustable cheek, and a 5-round magazine. Her eyebrows rose toward the sky, only to tilt her head. She extended her arm to the cupboard and withdrew the equipment onto the surface. Another section below contained unfilled crevices fashioned after a walkie-talkie and a phaser gun. After taking a deep breath and blowing it out, she placed the tools inside the case.
Then, she grabbed the items and started to bind them together. Once the huffing and puffing slowed, the ringing in Gumball's ears diminished. His heartbeat returned to a steady rhythm. His pupils also returned to normal. He then loosened his shirt and placed it down. Gumball shut his eyes and released a breath. He then tilted his head and cautiously scooted closer to the elder, keeping his face just inches from the opened case. His expression was fierce as he deeply furrowed his eyebrows. Whilst intently studying her handiwork. He tugged at his chin, then glanced up to get a better look at the gadget that the ape was assiduously piecing together. His eyes lighted up at the sight of the darts inserted.
The ape paused, glancing over her shoulder to observe the feline watching her assemble the gadget. Her eyebrows furrowed before she resumed her task. Miss Simian seemed pleased as she secured the scope to the widget, saying, "It looks like you've finally come to your senses and seen what I've been doing."
"Yes, as I noticed the commander gave this to you before he got infected," Gumball spoke, watching Ms. Simian completing the device, causing it to take the shape of a jet-black sniper rifle. After it was ready, the elder cocked the gun.
"I am indeed very grateful for all he did alongside the soldiers, particularly how things have transpired for us." Ms. Simian replied after spreading out the bi-pod and putting it close to the two of them. She glanced at the feline, and her eyes narrowed.
"Don't touch it, and keep your distance." The ape watched as the feline scurried off, smiling with sweat glistening on his forehead. His ears drooped as she removed her pistol, baton, and shotgun from her side, placing them beside the case before she extracted the tools. A deep breath came out of her mouth and look downward at the weapons, partially disassembled. Taking the tools in hand, she advanced towards the weapons to inspect them closely.
The environment suddenly rocked as objects started trembling and falling to the ground. Dust was crumbling, furniture upstairs was shaking, and Gumball's eyes widened with fright and butterflies in his stomach. Ms. Simian instinctively tilted her head and placed her hand on the floor to feel the rumbling. She quickly ran to get her weapons and prepare for whatever was coming.
"We cannot stay here long, Watterson. We must relocate and head to the sanctuary." Ms. Simian said once she had fixed her gear and put it on her body.
"I have a feeling they won't stop until you're infected as well, and since I'm one of them technically, you need to be careful. So, what are we going to do?" Gumball asked as he shrugged his arms.
"We needed an approach. That monster is heading our way after contaminating the officers and militia, and I've seen more infected citizens in the metropolis. Both sides could impede our escape if they reach closer. They will go through the houses like this one, and I am unwilling to annihilate my gear. Also, you lost yours." The primate stated to the feline.
"I know. I can't believe that thing destroyed my weapon! How am I supposed to defend myself now?!" Gumball cried as he closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and shoved his hands on his face. Ms. Simian rubbed her chin and rolled her eyes.
"Well, there are knives and grenades here. But I'm hesitant, knowing your history. Besides, I noticed your skills earlier, and the virus didn't affect you much. Perhaps that could be useful." Ms. Simian replied.
"So, what? Hold them off while you run away, knowing my condition? Our associates tried that and looked at what happened." Gumball tilted his head to the side, furrowing his eyebrows downward, shrugged shoulders, and squinted his eyes, spreading his arms out after narrowing on the lips. Ms. Simian gave an expected scoff and clenched her fist, with her nostrils flared and a cracking sound heard.
"If you don't listen to my instructions first, I might have considered that. Anyway, the cache case has repair tools. And a spare sniper rifle plus ammunition. So to leave, I'll find ourselves a vehicle to patch up and use this gun to blast the monster and potentially its cohorts sky-high in case they suspect anything or if the stud grenades and my baton didn't work. You'll need to create a diversion long enough for me to do this." The ape instructed the feline as he shook his face and dropped his arms.
"Okay. So, you search for a car and repair it, then shoot down Carrie, Vladus, Azrael, and others while I run away. Fair deal. However, no weapon for me? Sure, I can use my claws and environment, but still. Something to defend myself in case my abilities is not enough." Gumball scratched his head as he spoke.
The ape let out a collective sigh and moved her hand forward to her military strap. Ms. Simian grabbed one of her pouches and opened it. The primate carefully pulled out a rolled-up military waistband and passed it over to Gumball. It was jet-black, leathery, metallic, rich in nylon, and had a zine alloy clip buckle. The feline was stunned by the belt's outward appearance, but his admiration dissipated upon seeing the narrowed yet slightly irritated frown from the primate.
"Hurry up, Watterson, and put this on." Ms. Simian remarked as the cat grabbed the leash and moved away from her. He took off what remained of his protection suit, extended the belt, and adjusted it with the loops in his trousers. He pulled the zipper to the middle point until he felt the two loose ends begin to twitch. He tensed his ears, narrowed his eyes, and a mysterious power coursed through his fingers. As he released his grip, the ends snapped shut instantly. He looked at the ape, watching as she went into the chest and retrieved four green grenades, black radio, and a knife with a black handle. She quickly put the explosives, radio, and blade on his belt. However, remove them for an instant. She was looking down, her pupils shrunk, and she scratched her head. The thought of handing authentic weapons to the most renowned individual in the community lingered in her head. The virus had taken a substantial hold on him, exacerbated by the prism smoke earlier that surrounded his body. The sounds of destruction, screaming, roars, and catastrophes running through her mind began to lessen.
"Hey! Are you going to give them to me or what?" Gumball tilted his head inquisitively as the ape gripping the explosives and blade stood before him.
"I'm still hesitant, as seeing you with a knife, radio, and explosives is quite unsettling." Miss Simian's face became composed as she examined each item individually.
"If that wasn't enough, it was as if a galvanic baton had transformed into a fire extinguisher and vacuum cleaner. And nice, a radio! My phone thrashed, so a radio should be a helpful replacement." The cat raised an eyebrow as he grabbed them inquiringly.
"If you want to use these gadgets, I'm giving them to you with three conditions. The grenades get utilized when things become hectic. Just yank out the lever and hurl it at your opponents. The knife is completely allowed for putting scrapes and bruises on their body as long as you stay at a safe distance. I will provide you with this radio to monitor your progress, and I will meet up with you when the time is right." Miss Simian said after using her hands, mimicking pulling the lever and swinging her arm left and right as if she held a blade. Then, the ape shows the feline which buttons to use for the radio for a specific purpose. Gumball and Ms. Simian had their radios nearby; Gumball followed Ms. Simian's example and pressed the buttons, causing distinctive beeps to emanate from the gadget. After twisting the knobs, the beeping stopped. After the case closed, she picked it up, strapped the sniper rifle underneath it, and put the baton back into the vacuum.
Gumball took out his knife and mimicked the primate's hand movements that he had seen before. He then paused and glanced over at the primate.
"Okay. I'm ready." Gumball nodded in response and put the items back on the belt. He puts the suit back on, tucking the waistband into place underneath. The ape and feline scampered to the staircase, and the primate quickly opened the door. Instantly, they both left the house and dived into the darkness. With surprised expressions, their eyebrows rose, and their eyes widened as they took in what was happening. Everywhere, the plague-ridden army roamed the houses, ripping apart furniture and other objects inside, while others ran up and down the street, examining the surroundings. And from above, the unceasing barrage of the undead continued to cover the sky. The monster lies close to the army, angrily swiveling its head from side to side and scanning the area with piercing eyes, like a hawk looking for its prey.
Gumball's face steadied. He took a deep breath and emerged from his hiding place. His eyes locked with Mrs. Simian briefly before he ran off to join the army. As the cat vanished, the ape raced to her right, plunging her into deeper darkness.
Running across the street, Gumball rushed over the road and pounced on the floor on all fours. He dashed nearby the destroyed ruins that were once the neighborhood homes, running back and forth as he huffed and puffed. His heart pumped as sweat dropped from his skull. The wind blew past his face, and the knife and grenades on his belt shook. Gumball lifted his arms and legs forward, rushing across the road. As he ran further, he slowed down and ceased running. He lifted his head, his heartbeat lessening. Gumball sighed and took a breather. He wiped his head as frontward hair dipped down. He twist his head left and right, only to see an intersection between two houses. In his vision, a ladder reaches the horizon. His eyebrows lower, and he lifts his torso. The feline rushes to the ladder and starts to climb.
Gumball climbed to the top of the first house, then walked backward to the edge. He ran forward and jumped into the air, landing on the second house. He repeated this process until he reached the last home. Then he crawled to the front of the house and looked around.
He can't believe that approximately the entire neighborhood's covered in destruction and the infamous prism slime. The road bears a massive hole in the distance, the infested bypassing more houses and the undead alongside the monster spreading out the area. Hissing, laughter, and moaning erupt from their teeth, and some have tongues lolling out of their mouths. This experience brought more fear into the feline, as much as he could run. To worsen the deal, he witnessed that most of the streets he was running into were almost empty, with little to no innocent citizens remaining. Much to his sorrow, he saw Penny and Patrick in the throng, which made him feel devastated. He also noticed that Judith and Polly were not present. He absentmindedly scratches at his chin, remembering the conversation between Patrick and Coffee Cop he had overheard earlier about their destiny.
His eyes narrowed, veins becoming more prominent as the volume of sounds increased before he continued to inquire further. Despite trying to step up his running, the feline gathered so far that almost the entire population vanished due to the evacuation, giving him a sense of dread. He stepped back a little, but he stopped. Gumball struggled to deal with the situation, as he couldn't breathe of the weight of fear sat on his chest. His eyes widen in fear, his body shaking uncontrollably. He pants heavily, his breaths coming in short gasps as he tries to calm himself.
'Get it together, Gumball.' He thought in his mind.
Suddenly, Mrs. Simian's words echoed in his head, causing him to quickly shut his mouth, squint his eyes, and stop shaking.
'You'll need to create a diversion long enough for me to do this.'
Taking a determined step forward, he continued. He lifted his body from the roof and inhaled. Gumball sighed and opened his eyes. The feline lifted his head, gritting his teeth and clenching his fists as he placed his hands on his waistband, and the grenades, knife, and radio settled from his belt underneath. He fixed his gaze on the spot below him. After giving the army a stern glare, he cleared his throat.
''I have to act quickly; the infected townspeople are below me, and the monstrous being is across the street. Without any more hesitation, I'm going to give Ms. Simian the shot she needs. Here I go!' Gumball thoughted as he held his breath.
"Hey! All remaining citizens of Elmore City! You're looking for the infamous kitty?! Here I am!" Gumball shouted an earsplitting yell at the diseased citizens, his hands hovering close to his mouth.
The loud reverberations of his voice filled the air, and the wind that blew across the street seemed to carry it to the infected ones. The contagious citizens suddenly stopped their movements as if they had witnessed a catastrophic event when his words warmed their ears. Dropping the debris beneath them, each had a wide, toothy grin as the virus trickled out of their mouths. All heads swiveled to take in the sight of the cat perched atop the roof, its presence unyielding.
Carrie gasped in surprise as she spotted the cat, as the monster twisted its head and glared daggers at the feline before it. Its eyes narrowed, and Carrie's eyes lit up with delight as a huge grin spread across her face, brighter than the 4th of July.
The ravages gazed at him with hostile eyes, like a predator sizing up its target from beneath. The sight of the feline caused Penelope and many others to hyperventilate, eyes widening with hearts appearing. The Wattersons and recently infected cops dropped their jaws and smiled widely. The mercenaries gritted their teeth and growled as they loaded their weapons while the undead and some infected beings tilted their heads. Before anyone could say a word, Gumball opened both ends of his mouth with a wide grin. As he closed his eyes, a mysterious aura in rainbow colors engulfed his form, making the creature squint its eyes and form a smirk on its lips. Countless eyes even narrowed in surprise, and eyebrows shot up with awe. Everyone around him scratched their chins, and many shrugged at the impressive sight. However, soon enough, they all looked again, gazing at him with adoring eyes.
The ancient ape's memory suddenly flashed in its mind as it shifted its gaze away and scratched its chin, raising an eyebrow. The being twisted its head, scanning the environment left and right before focusing its sight back on Gumball. The cat opened his eyes and quickly scanned the scene, surveying what the beast was doing before catching sight of the lascivious barbarians. He swallowed hard, attempting to remain composed. A few observed his hesitation. Others kept their gazes fixed on him.
"I see you guys looking tired of searching. Why not about you guys relax and take a break? You know, some quality time with me too -" The feline continued speaking before seeing Carrie lunge at the cat at full speed. Penny growled and rolled her eyes as she saw Carrie lunge at her with her claws and tongue sticking out. Quickly transforming into a dragon, Penny was followed by the other collegemates, with Gumball taking a running jump off the roof. As soon as he touched down, Gumball quickly ran off from the libidinal force, his arms and legs pumping with energy as the gusting winds pushed him onward.
Many feet hurriedly moved back and forth, panting heavily and easily chasing after the cat, quickly moving across the street. Hisses and roars erupted from their lips as they sprinted over the hurdles ahead of them. The soil from the beloved terrain slowly lifted up from the earth and began to metamorphose. A mistiness emerged and rose into the sky further, cascading around their feet.
The monster's eyes glowed instantly as the majority of the infested pursued the feline, and it spread across the undead and Halloween-inspired creatures except for Carrie and Vladus. The beings stopped moving, standing upright, and the ghosts were left motionless. All turned their heads to look at the creature, and it responded by fixing its gaze upon them. A picture materialized in its brain, followed by a brilliant eruption of white light. In an instant, the image shifted to a primate encircled by a feline before vanishing. The creature let out an enormous hiss, pointing its claw to the right, and the beings twisted their heads.
The creatures nodded their heads in agreement and soared through the sky. The wind rustled through their bodies, and Azrael flew ahead of the gathering, gliding through the air. The entity dexterously revolved away from the initial group of the army one last time before abruptly turning to the left and advancing forward with the second half in tow.
Gumball passed through the neighborhood ruins as his fur and hair flew across the wind. The cat jumped over many obstacles and the debris of the previous battles before him. Sweat ran onto his head, heart racing, and lifting his arms and legs. As he ran, multitudes of discharges towards him. He evaded all the dangerous objects hurdling toward him, such as bullets, electrical blasts, fireballs, and pieces of debris. He scarcely notices the infected townspeople delivering the projectiles, delivering him more distraught. The feline shifted his whole body to rapid movements—like the time he tried to escape his classmates from being framed for a mystery he didn't commit—but in this case, running for his life for the aged primate.
While the cat kept trying to isolate himself from the scurrying attackers, he ran into another demolished section of the town. Left behind were destroyed jeeps, a few Super Stallions, and two Ospreys with shattered humvees nearby. He tilted his head and scratched his head at the experience. The feline stops at the mid-section to see where he can go next and head for his left. Unfortunately, the hosts followed the direction he heralded.
The phantom twisted her head, burst forward, and teleported, appearing before the cat, grasping his shoulders, and lifting her head towards him. She roared. Gumball's foot slipped suddenly on a puddle of water, causing him to fall to the ground and roll across the floor. He ended up near a fence, and Carrie climbed over him as she grasped his wrists. Meanwhile, Darwin squinted his eyes nearby before rushing off to follow the two, with Penelope not far from behind. Gumball stared at the overrun phantom with an artificial look of joy, all to remain in the role during the situation.
"Well, what do we have here? The first of the slime finally got me." Gumball stared in disbelief as he set eyes on the ghost in his eyesight; the first of the slime had finally gotten him. The phantom's gaze felt like a hundred daggers piercing him.
"Searching for you was a pain, no thanks to the perpetrators! I'll be the first to enjoy your company since you're now of one of-" Carrie soughed in exasperation as she reached for her missing companion, only to be halted by a strange, unseen presence. Glancing downwards, she noticed a round bulge tucked snugly near his waist.
"Hang on, what's that underneath?" She asked the cat, but before he could answer, a shadow loomed over them. The fairy flew in and stomped on her feet, leaving behind a fair dust cloud. The ghost seemed to hold her breath as Caroline looked up in astonishment. A massive growl burst out of her jaws as steam emerged from her nose. The phantom grabbed Gumball's torso with her arm and wrapped her ghost tail around his waist. A sinister grin appeared on her face as Penny's cheeks were as red as a tomato.
"Too late, Penelope! I'm already calling dibs!" Carrie yelled at the dragon as the feline shrugs and fake smiles. Penny shoved her face at the ghost, and more smoke emerged from her jaws as she grasped the feline instantly, taking him away from the ghost's grip.
"Hey!" Carrie burst out a scream as her body slowly transformed and blended colors of the red-and-blue with a mysterious dark prism energy bursting forth around her.
"Get off of my man, Krueger! He's with me! Go back to Darwin!" The dragon growled. Penelope stopped suddenly, her claws feeling something on the feline's suit, accompanied by drops of Gumball's sweat before the phantom took him back. The dragon hissed. Suddenly, a mighty wind blew the dragon, ghost, and feline plunging against the air. The trio of them ascended, with Penelope clutching Gumball securely and Caroline gripping his hand tightly, her jaw clenched in fierce determination.
Sadly, the trio ended up in a house nearby. Bricks, furniture, and other items flew into the air and fell to the ground, shaking the dragon and ghost's hold on the feline. The feline then landed flat on his stomach amid the wreckage. When Gumball turned to the right and tried to rise from the floor, Masami flew right into his face. Gumball noticed that the cloud widened her mouth, and slime spilled out. Her dark, hollow eyes were captivating as their gazes locked.
Masami started to shift her cloud form, her protrusions shrinking and slenderizing. Her whole shape then curved into a feminine figure as the cloud tentacles transformed into limbs, a bottom, a figure eight silhouette, curves, breasts, a white blouse with a black tie, a black skirt complete with stockings, and a hairstyle inspired by Yuki Yoshida, resembling her human form. Gumball raised his eyebrows, simulating a smile as he gulped nervously.
"Masami! He-he-he! Um... Hashi no shita no mizu (Water under the bridge)?" Gumball shrugged his shoulders, his ears drooping as he did so. Masami burst into laughter and grasped at the suit, tearing apart the top portion of it. Gumball's pupils shrunken.
"Forget those two, koneko (kitten)! How about you and I make up for our previous conflict?" The cloud girl asked after narrowing her eyes. Instantly, she began to undo the buttons of her tie and remove it. Before anything else could happen, more students crowded between the two, piling up on her. She toppled to the floor as familiar voices roared at the cloud. Her teeth clenched tightly together. The cloud has turned dark grey, and thunderbolts sprouted from her, casting them on the pile.
The lighting flashed brightly across the group, sending an electric shock through the collegemates and leaving singed marks on their clothing. Screams occured. Gumball's smiles quickly faded, and he started to pant. He raised his arms and legs, spun around, and sprinted away. Glancing to his left, he spotted two shadowy figures. His heart raced as he quickly diverted his gaze back to the road and rushed across the street. Gumball put all his strength into the ground with each footstep, leaving a dust trail in his wake as he desperately ran until Darwin, the Wattersons, mercenaries, and the rest of the army in hot pursuit.
Gumball, cowering in fear, panted heavily with sweat dripping from his brow. All around him, the fish, gunmen, and many other threatening figures had their projectiles aimed at the feline. With nowhere to turn, the cat spun his head from left to right, searching for an escape. Smiles spread like a virus, claws began to extend, and the menacing crowd gradually moved closer to him.
Darwin narrowed his eyes and pointed his baton at his stepbrother as he spoke, "So, you're our master's latest addition. You may have our love within you, but we still have unfinished business. Same for Ms. Simian once found."
'Well, since I'm one of these guys, there's no point running away unless necessary. And I got the skills and gadgets to do so! I hope this distraction's beneficial for us, and you don't get infected either, Ms. Simian.' Gumball thoughted as he fidgeted and clenched his fists.
This chapter has been worth every word - it's been far too long since I last updated it! And with that, this chapter is now complete.
