From the previous chapter of the Abscond, we witnessed the police officers preparing themselves for battle, military joining in, and Gumball and the Fitzgeralds seeking to relocate. Check out this chapter to see what happens next!
Chapter #6 ~ The Outbreak
With Carrie, remaining mercenaries, and the unknown beings...
Inside the cavern, an assembly of electric shocks coated the entire area as the gravel fell to the ground. As the discharges burst through the stony exteriors, massive combustions jolted the bodyguards' scepters. Holes started to derive as rumbles fell as expected once the armored men took themselves forward, further away from the center of the area. As the flame sizzled, steam rose above it through an enormous hole in the province. Sweat dripped from the bodyguards' craniums. They carefully lunged their wands up and down, gradually walking forward and keeping track of their energy usage. Some removed their helmets to wipe the moisture off. There are piles of rubble nearby the workers, and a familiar wrinkly hand is pushing each stone across the floor. The hands shoved the destroyed remains one by one, distributing the mess throughout the room.
Nearby the workers are the phantom and the mysterious person, progressing towards the enormous creature from the prior portal. Carrie flowed into the doorway, and the entry immediately vanished. Both enigmatic beings pivoted to the right and toured across the zone, with Carrie hovering next to them. The wraith twisted her head to the left and right, glimpsing the progress the escorts and beings bestowed upon the location. Each loaded item from her house was within a makeshift bookcase as she gazed at the nearby holes and massive gaps where the items are displayed are rectangular, and the interior is like a parcel. The area looked similar to a kitchen shelf but with heaps of stone nearby. As she twisted her head again, she witnessed the beings leading forward to the end of the makeshift hallway. Several seconds passed, and another room emerged before the ghost's eyes.
The room has torches attached to the walls, a circular structure with prism colors cast on the ground, a pile of mechanic equipment cast aside, and several holes and unfinished carvings on the barriers. Nearby were two piles of rocks stacked up, with a more expansive yet flat stone at the top. On top of the structure lies a rolled-up object made of rectangular materials with a miniature white bottle and feather inside. The previous construction worker followed in the corridor, gazing at the massive item on the table and carrying another inked feather. He instantly placed the object on the material below and began tracing it. The phantom notices George's natural skin is different, as the ordinary orange identical to Darwin has changed to a withered yet shadier variant.
The ghost's eyes look upward as she approaches, witnessing a strange occurrence on the wall settled has slash marks and piles of rocking particles nearby. Nearby the patterns are enigmatic letters surrounding a darker shade of the town's natural rainbow. The magenta, pink, yellow, light green, dark purple, and blue hues are sickeningly black instead of the natural illuminated shade the latter once had. Though unfinished, the right cloud bore grayish paint. The elderly limb was nearby the painting below, with a plethora of paint canisters and stones arranged identically to that of art. Her eyes acclimated, the phantom tilted her head, leaned forward against the raised eyebrow, and placed her palm on her chin as her eyes squinted. Eerie, spooky, yet echoey sounds came out of the monster's jaws as the ghost twisted her head around and witnessed the being point its index finger at the central hub.
As the ghost departed further from the wall and loomed over the epicenter, she lowered her hand. Her brows rose in the behemoth's many eyes, and she levitated toward the other creature who stood by and took a clipboard and feather from a table nearby. It dipped the feather into a container, and a black substance appeared on the tip. Once the spirit stopped, the enigmatic being sprouted its claws and grasped Carrie rapidly on the shoulders. It pulled her to its face and grabbed both wrists and the tail tip. The behemoth spread its arms and stretched the ghost in opposite directions. The creature tilted its head, and its pupils looked down upon the ghost's body. A miniature red blush appeared on the ghost's face as she raised an eyebrow and twisted her head toward the creature. She watched as the being rotated her body with its hands as its eyes loomed over her anatomy. The eyes move left and right, witnessing the different attributes of her body.
One of its tentacles spread out from its cloak and advanced toward the ghoul in hand. It touched the ghost's anatomy as it slithered along the extensions. The slimy appendage caused the phantom to blush further with a giggle, and drips of saliva slowly dripped from her mouth. In seconds, the tentacle ceases skimming and slithers back to the monster. As the smaller creature documents on the clipboard, the behemoth turns its head toward the being, with a faint yet monstrous growl coming from its mouth. The servant stopped writing for a moment and looked up at its master. It tilted its head as it placed the item downward on the table, and the monster pointed its finger at the ghost. It twisted its hand and bent its fingers like someone had touched something gelatinous. It approached Carrie and stopped walking in front of her.
It slowly raised its hands and reached for the phantom's anatomy, placing its hands on the phantom's chest and shoulders and squeezing the sensitive limbs. As it bent its head forward, it glanced up and down at the ghost's evident color changes as she looked down at it. It walked behind her, and the servant removed one of its gloves and shoved its right hand onto her back. It moved its hand up and down, took out its two fingers, and squished them on the ghost's skin. The being glanced down and witnessed a small, slimy blob attached to its finger. It tilted its head and leaned its face forward toward the slime. It gradually leaked from the tips of its fingers, and the droplets descended to the floor. Once done, it dismissed its hand from the spirit's body and turned around, repossessing the clipboard and putting the glove back on. It regains the feather from the table and resumes composing.
"So, am I here for a quick physical examination?" Carrie asked, raising her left eyebrow and lowering her left arm to the ground, placing her right hand on the back of her head.
The demon shook his head left and right, and its pupils glanced below. An eyebrow rose from the phantom's right eye as if she were experiencing an enigma she had never encountered before. She twisted to her left and gazed down at where the behemoth was staring. The being took her arm gently, used its left index finger, and spun it. Seeing this, Carrie moved her limb to the left and narrowed her eyes as her head inclined closer. As she looked, the ghost's eyebrows rose rapidly. Her usual fingerless palm has a small number of bumps.
The lumps are circular, bearing a small slit and slowly moving. A few of them have the slits open up gradually, disclosing voids in the center. Traces of the virus slither out of the holes with an assembly of sharp teeth, equivalent to saliva spewing from a mouth. A sensation grew within the palm as the slime from within emerged after the substance landed on the floor. Mists discharge from the voids as they sharpen into ghoulish eyes with massive mouths and eerie, haunting moans. A puddle formed attached to the ground as the illumination darkened afterward.
Carrie tilted her head as her mouth slowly opened. Her right eye flutters as if she had been in a terrible accident. She lifted her right palm, and a finger popped out from the hand. The ghost placed her finger on one of the holes as the boil slowly closed. The phantom motioned her hand to the ground below and raised her head upward as she locked her eyes on her master. As the pupils sealed onto the ghost's, the entity's eyebrows drifted, and its eyes blinked.
"Hoc est pars nostra anatomia. Liceat mihi demonstrabo longius." (This is part of our anatomy. Let me show you further.) The beast uttered softly. The voice itself was low, breathy, sensual, eerie, and slithering-like feathery tone as if someone was whispering seductively.
The enigmatic being lifted its left arm and twisted its hand. It gradually positioned its claw right next to the palm, and Carrie leaned further. The fingers expanded as mild cracks creeping from the fist grew. The ghost slowly touched the extensions. The fingers and thumb have a strange texture with circular features. The bottom layer bears smooth skin, and the top has a rough, scale-like layer on top of the appendages. Finally, the nails are curvy and razor-sharp, with their frame similar to that of a polearm. The earlier witch-like hand and its snake-like extensions started moving.
They sprouted out like a multitude of tentacles, and the tips of the appendages slowly opened. Driblets and slime slithered out as the slits grew more extensive and spread out identically to miniature flowers affixed to its hand. The ooze spewed out of the spots and descended to the ground below. Numerous sounds of gnawing, snarling teeth and prism-colored fumes burst out of the maws. The employee glanced away from the drawing and noticed the experience from nearby. He tilted his head and lifted his right hand from the object. His eyes broadened, and his pupils shrank as blemishes attached to his hands started to move. Once he looked, he placed his palm down and redirected his head toward the scenery.
In seconds, the annexes instantly readjusted themselves to their normal state as the appendages twisted and merged as the vents closed. A small light radiated from the hand and grew into a massive smoke. It instantly advanced in the air, and the fog and muck merged in front of the phantom's eyes. Two constructs appeared before her: a colorless, faceless being with a prism outline and a clawed hand. The other being looked up and witnessed the structures forming. It stemmed from the delineation and strode forward, standing right next to the two infested creatures. Carrie placed her right hand on her chin, and her eyes ventured to the mist.
Suddenly, the figure and hand started to move. The faceless being huffed and puffed as it moved its arms and legs upward and downward. Sweat dripped from the head as it scurried across the void. The hand lunged at the figure rapidly as it extended and bent its fingers. In a blink of an eye, the palm grasped the being tightly, and its slimy texture enveloped the victim. The prey shook its body rapidly, lifting its head in the air. The palm tightens its fingers and thumb, causing the being's bones to crack. The appendages attached to the hand instantly moved and opened the slips wide. The hooded figure leaned forward and placed its left hand on its chin.
In seconds they attached themselves to the person and commenced sucking on the skin. An illuminated prism tint emerged from the jaws as fluid passed through the attachments. The victim's arms and legs began to slow down as if the being was taking a pit stop. The limbs halted moving, and the anatomy grew heavy in the aftermath. They fell to the floor as the faceless being opened its eyes and mouth, spewing out the virus. The hand evolved into another with horns, eyes, and teeth, with kaleidoscopic eyes and jaws. The limbs grew sharper, mutated, and spewed the virus further like a river. The victim then turned its head toward the behemoth and opened its arms wide. It lunged at it as quickly as it could. The two fall to the ground and commence procreation. Both stop for a second and turn their heads around. Another being appeared in the fog, and the duo lifted themselves to the next level.
A sigh came out of the ghost's mouth once the vapor instantly disappeared. The creature extended its right finger and let go of its grip on Carrie's left palm. Once the panorama vanished, George resumed looking at the object below. The phantom grew motionless as a land pole, and her black eyes shrank for a moment. Suddenly, she lifted her head upward, and a flash emerged within her mind, witnessing herself assailing the bodyguards. During the incursion, her claws sprouted, and she quickly sliced their necks. Little did she know, the boils attached to her had opened and sucked up the nearby vitality from the armored men. Later on, after failing to find Gumball, her body morphed, and she ventured to the human neighbors and committed adultery with them. Screams from the humans' mouths changed from shrieks of terror to exhales of pleasure. The same boils morphed and launched themselves at the victims. The flash disappeared, and her pupils shifted back to normal.
Her head shifted to the floor, and her mouth started to move as she huffed. She immediately placed her hands on her cheeks as a growing sensation from within began to emerge. The mouth turned into a sickening grin, and a slight, fiendish sigh came out of her jaws. Droplets of the virus and a rancid vapor burst out of her maw. The fog swirled around in a circle and morphed into a ghost-like heart. It has ominous, serpentine eyes with jaws with the same features as the phantom before it disappeared.
"What a fantastic demonstration. Now I understand how my anatomy changed before. "But if I ask, how does this apply to our beloved pussycat?" The phantom inquired, raising an eyebrow.
A devilish smirk arose from within it, watching as its victim calmed down from her earlier reaction. The creature raised its left hand and snapped its fingers.
The shorter being looked away from the scenery and placed the clipboard underneath its arm, instantly clapping its hands together and rubbing them together. Hearing this, the construction worker put the inked feather back inside the tube and walked alongside the shorter creature. George reached for his belt and retrieved an object from inside it. The beast grasped the rolled-up diagram from the table and passed it over to its master. As the behemoth retrieved the object, its claw reached for the left end, and the minion grasped the right end with both stretching it out together.
Illumination germinated from its palm and covered the textile, identical to a vampire absorbing blood from a victim. Carrie leaned over to the object as her black eyes enlarged as sparkles appeared, and she raised her hands near her mouth. Looking left and right, she witnessed many details across the item. Once the phantom scrutinized, a disgustingly wide grin emerged from Carrie's face. Her head shifted from left to right as her eyes glared at the handwriting attached to the material. The ghost removed herself from the textile and rubbed her chin.
"A fascinating project structure." The wraith responded.
"Indeed. As you can see, our new bosses have hired me to present a new layout for the foundation surrounding us. And this plan will aid us in our quest." George started as he stretched out the object, revealing it as a baton, and placed the tip on the grid.
"Interesting. If I ask, do you intend to include some more ideas in the mix? Especially when we have a certain gadget in mind. Gumball attacked with one of those, and I figured we should take it to our advantage. Perhaps add a few tweaks to the matter." The phantom said once she raised her head to the beings and nodded as one of them passed over the ink feather.
While drawing on the platform, the ghost turned to her right and witnessed the canine advance further into the ditch. Carrie passed the feather back to the construction worker and drifted forward, leaning closer to one of the safeguards. The mysterious beings turned their heads and followed the phantom as she reached for the mercenary. The occurrence caused the hound to raise his head and thrust his finger at a button on the rod. The lightning came out of the baton and rapidly vanished, no longer casting itself on the rocky exterior. The bodyguard twisted his head to the right, witnessing the infected beings approaching nearby.
"You need something, miss?" The guard inquired, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, yes. I was puzzled about the gadgetry my boyfriend's brother bestowed earlier, and the rest of you seem to bear the same item as the latter, except it's more militaristic. They even looked identical to the vacuums they once used. Care to explain what it is?" The ghost girl asked as she looked up and down at the electronic weapon.
"Oh, this? This gadget is called the Phantom Buster. The town's architects built this weapon under the guise of a former ghost hunter named Garfield. This weapon suppresses the usual paranormal activity in submission and combat. In case those like you go ballistic after reconsidering the Halloween events. It has three options. Red is the fire extinguisher that can switch from gas to foam. In case firefighters didn't make it. Orange is a powerful vacuum, and ironically, the yellow button is a fish-rod-inspired wand with electrical discharges." The guard answered as he lunged with the baton at the ghost and pressed the buttons. With each button press, the wand transformed from a tube to a nozzle. Sparks appeared from the rod, flickering from top to bottom.
"So that explains your prior predicament and how Gumball used it." Carrie continued as she leaned closer though not too close.
"Yes. We tried restraining the feline from running amok before the latter used the foam against us. And blasting the surface is another example of its galvanic properties. The energy from within is a fusion between the engineers' electricity and the magic of the town's behemoth's mother, with a smidge of ectoplasm. Despite its power, it has limitations: energy consumption and usage." The mercenary said this as he removed the device from his back and twisted it, shoving it up to the ghost's phantom looked forward and noticed the bar attached to it.
"How interesting. Does it have any other weaknesses?" Carrie asked as she rubbed her chin.
"Of course. Massive exposure to energy can cause dismissal and almost render it useless. Or perhaps even destroy the gadget. Pretty ironic in my eyes." The mercenary continued as he placed nearby the gadget back and blasted it with a single bolt. The jolt lunged toward the vacuum, and it instantly enveloped the gizmo. As the mercenary held the wand, the inner workings started malfunctioning, and the bar studded as it flashed in and out, in a similar state to a car flashing lights. The mercenary let go of the ignition switch attached to the baton, and the energy stopped. As seconds passed, the gadget suddenly rejuvenated itself to normal, and the hired gun placed the tool back on his back.
"Indeed. Now, as for the limitations, perhaps I can figure out a way to fix that. I have already mentioned the device to our master, and since my things are here, I can properly find a spell for you guys right after I do my part. Unfortunately, despite knowing how it works, I don't fully understand its advancements from the inside out. And neither did they. So I asked if there was some frame I could use before unleashing my sorcery." Carrie responded just as the beings and construction worker appeared behind her and leaned in closer.
"Well, beforehand, I saw a grid displaying this item at the architects' training center for these devices. The only thing they showed was the weapon systems and the power source. The primary location of the latter is secret, even to us. Our condor asked about it, however. And neither the engineers nor the witch will reveal it out of caution for perpetrators. We understood their privacy afterward. Maybe you should start researching their store or them to get further information." The mercenary continued before resuming his task.
'Store and training center, huh? Hmm. Maybe I should contact Anais for hacking since I remembered her tesla at the science fair. Or even Carmen and the egg boys further. And asked Darwin about this store that the mercenary mentioned since he and Gumball were the closest to Bobert. I might even find the latter, Mrs. Jotunheim, or their cronies to proceed further. But first, we must make preparations for our Gummypuss.' Carrie thought this as she dashed toward the cauldron.
Carrie levitated to her previously stolen items in the center of the flew down, retrieving a Lovecraftian grimoire within a crafted bookcase and a potion belt attached to a hook. The book is a dark navy blue with yellowish, shrine-like exteriors with black skulls and grey gravestones, an orange orb-like attachment on the center with a carved star, and white and orange initials with a "Carrie + Darwin = Carwin" at the bottom of the cover. The ghost extended her hand as the waistband and several bottles started moving. The strap jolted off the hook and swirled around the ghost's waist like a serpent strapping its prey. It tightened on the hips as the buckle adjusted itself. The illuminated canisters shook like an earthquake and rose in the air as expected.
As the potions floated nearby, Carrie opened the book and flipped through several pages. The ghost halted one of them and looked down at the page bearing paragraphs, instructions, and eloquent handwriting. At the top of the page is a heading with page numbers at the bottom. As she shifts her eyes left and right, the phantom's eyes widen and grin extensively. Carrie moved her arm to the left, and the book landed on the bookshelf. In seconds, two elixirs levitated next to the phantom. One of them was a metallic gray liquid, and the one next to it was a light blue liquid.
Both corks jolted from the bottles, and the substances fell into the pot. Each bottle spun slowly, and the pins went inside the tips after the pouring. Carrie spread her hands, and something lifted itself from among the stolen goods. The object landed on her hand, and the material she grabbed revealed a long, wooden spoon. The ghost shoved the item inside the cauldron and stirred the liquid together. From within the pot, the mixed substance boiled, and steam cast out from the opening as bubbles emerged.
Once Carrie flew back and placed the items back in their places, the creature flew by next to her. It spread out its hands, and a rainbowish luminance sprouted from its palms. The aura grew further, and appendages slithered out of the ambiance in a snake-like fashion. The constructs swiftly advanced to the cauldron and lunged inside it. Suddenly, the infamous substance that had possessed the monster poured out of the holes and cast itself into the pot. As the being floated back and lifted its right arm, it noticed its mysterious servant, and George grabbed a pile of rocks from the rubber and placed it further away from the pot. Some of the mercenaries stopped creating the corridors and noticed the event happening.
With the constructs unleashed, the substance inside the pot started to move. As the group watched, some of the liquid levitated from the cauldron. The creature spread out its fingers, causing the constructs to be larger and keeping the synthesized slime from dripping further. The fluid slowly moved in different directions and swirled instantly, like snakes coming out of a tree. Some droplets slitter out of the substance, falling to the ground as expected. The stemming blob levitated to the rocks below and quickly strapped the liquid swirled into the stack, engulfing the stones. Slime evaporated from the substance as it rose from the ground and spun rapidly. In seconds, an appendage sprouted out from the bottom of the chunk and injected itself into the floor. George widened his eyes and removed his helmet, placing it on his chest. The servant chuckled as it grinned sheepishly and scratched its chin.
As the sounds stopped, steam burst from the material and the liquid state hardened rapidly. Once the mist disappeared, the appendage morphed further and became rough, immense, and stony. On top of it is a spherical object that casts the infamous dark iridescent glow with a glassy surface. Inside the item is a swirling vortex of the same color as the glitter. The servant moved closer to the bar and touched it. The whirlpool inside turned into mist. The being once withdrew its palm, and its internal state became normal. As the servant departed, the larger being diverted to its left and waved its left hand. A small, bright light appeared in the vicinity, and it largened instantly. As it extended, a blue sky, white clouds, and smoke sprouting from shattered houses emerged from within the opening, and Carrie flew in and thrust her head forward. Multitudes of people in vehicles, screaming in agony, and recently infested victims target the people left and right.
Every cry heard across the room instantly shifted into waves of laughter, arousal, and shrieks of joy. A vicious snicker sprouted from the enormous being's maw, and a sickening grin emerged on the phantom's face. As it noticed the ghost's reaction, the creature brought out its right hand, and a prism mist came out of it. It swirled instantly, and it formed into a construct. Illumination sprouted from the form as it morphed into a head. The young ghost turned to her left as she heard the formation nearby and saw a familiar face. It was nothing short of the infamous feline himself, and she nodded in response.
"Sure thing, master. Okay, guys, we'll be back! And I'll take care of your inevitable power depletion problem!" Carrie expressed as she levitated from the ground, nearly heading to the stalagmites above. In a matter of seconds, she jolted into the opening instantly, flying across Elmore City above. The sensual creature lunged into the portal, and the entrance closed. Once the portal vanishes, the mercenaries return to their posts, walking deeper into the terrain. The construction worker resumed the room and brushed the dirt off him from stacking the rocks.
The only one remaining in the epicenter is the helper, still standing from the occurrence. It turned to its left, staring at the corridors before the latter. The being glimpsed the recently used spellbook across the room, and the unknown person trekked toward the stolen stash. Once it's grasped the book, it titled its head as it observes the details. Suddenly, as it noticed the initials, small peeks of the phantom, fish, and feline came to the servant's mind. It staggered the creature as if something surprised it. It rubbed its forehead with its left hand as a minor, guttural hum emerged from its mouth. As the flashes stopped, it cleared its throat as the being took the book back to the room and lifted the checkboard.
Back to the police...
The armed officers merely witnessed that the last civilians inside their vehicles were already taken by the infested, increasing withdrawal from within them as they reckon to hurry up and recover them before clutching. Once the automobiles parked nearby the sidewalks, all the police instantly rushed across the street with loaded gadgets. With many French fry cops behind their backs, Coffee, Hamburger, and Soda Cops scurried across the massacre onwards. After entering the area, they saw how they undoubtedly aggravated the place: seeing the massive infestation left thing but a rainbow-filled phenomenon. Countless houses and cars shattered into pieces, fire arose nearby, and the rest of the street smudged with a giant mess of the infamous rainbow slime. Civilians that were left behind were screaming and calling for help. Laughter and joyfulness have taken advantage of them as the virus kicks in. Coffee Cop shifted her eyebrows and grunted her teeth as she looked left and right at the people in peril facing the damages. A sensation grew within her, and a thought bubble occurred within her mind.
She witnessed herself and the cops going for it without a strategy, and the infested beings each attacked them with no remorse alongside the citizens' pupils shrinking and shaking internally. As she scratched her chin, she knew going for it knowing the bloodbath would take a toll on the officers. As it disappeared, a idea rose within her head, and she instantly hidden nearby a fence. She reached her hand out and signaled the crew to her location, which they responded by camouflaging next to her. The cop lifted herself from the fence, witnessing the Watterson Family, Vladus, guards, students, humans, Doughnut Cop and recent infected inhabitants forcing victims to merge with them before she placed herself back in the shadows. Slashes, blasts, and bone-crushing heard across the slaughter, with certain sections of the street and houses filled with holes, wreckage, and fluids scattered all over the ground.
"Okay, Coffee. What's your approach?" Soda Cop asked as he cocked his gun and looked over the event before crouching back to the ground.
"Well, knowing what happened to Doughnut and I, we cannot afford a simple attack head on. Several of them have their own arsenal, and I mentioned their immediate durability. The Wattersons and those men bypassed the sleep darts' effects, some healed from shattered glass, and Vladus broken free from our restraints and likely to do it again. We need a distraction to keep them away from the inhabitants." Coffee Cop explained after she turned around to the the group.
"Good thing I got the additional flash grenades. Though, I advise to use them sparely. Since multitudes of these can cause blindness or give those concussions." The cheeseburger responded as he reached to his gear and taken our a ring of flash grenades.
"Noted. As for the crisis, here's a strategy that could support us and avenge our Sherriff. We split into three teams. Hamburger, use your arsenal to destroy the barricades blocking the citizens access to freedom. And Soda. Assist the traffic by getting them back on the road. I'll save remaining bystanders that didn't get a chance to run. Once that's done, we can resume our objective and get out of here." The policewoman continued as she witnessed the sentient orange drink crawled across the sidewalk.
He leaned to the ground, and shifted his head to the right. Soda Cop leaned to the end of the fence, seeing the infested altering hues left and right after gathering their prey. He raised his eyebrow, and twisted his head left and right before kneeling back to the fence and crawling back to the team.
"Judging from what I've seen, we must act now before the situation worsens." The sport drink responded as he taken a flash grenade for the stack.
"True. I'd recommend loading the ghost darts, just in case Vladus tried to possess you. And the regular darts and extinguisher smoke to buy us some time. Okay! Let's move out!" She cried as she stood up from the fence and rushed towards the situation, with the rest of the crew not far behind. The three stood together, and taken out their flash grenades. They pulled the levers, raised their arms, and thrown the grenades across the street in a baseball-like fashion.
Once the the grenades fallen onto the street, a massive white flash casted all over the avenue. Some residents shield themselves within their houses and cars as the immersive outcome expands. The blaze nearly enveloped the roadway and certain homes nearby. Inside the massacre, the plagued beings suddenly halted their coupling as the illumination extended. Each pupil and iris shrunken, and some covered their eyes, with a few collapsed to the ground. A multitude of cries germinated across the route, and the Wattersons gritted their teeth, shifted their eyebrows downward as veins popped out of their eyes and covered their faces. The chief and his men suddenly covered their visions, bending down to their knees and reached for their belts. Despite shielding their eyesight, they each loaded their guns and attempted to run out the blast instantly.
Inside the blast, Vladus growled. He dropped a few bystanders nearby, leave them to fall to the floor. He looked adown upon the Wattersons, noticing the despair they're facing and looked up to see Coffee with back-up. He gritted his teeth as mist erupted from his mouth, and he teleported out of the discharge. The cops watched as the infested faced the after-effects of the explosion, and some loaded their darts and batons. Coffee taken out her binoculars, and placed them on her eyes. She noticed three shadowed figures trying to escape the combustion and glimpsed a familiar ghost nowhere seen. The feminine cop twisted her to one of the fries cops, and pointed her finger at him. Shen then raised her hand upward, and the officer reposed by taking a glowing dart our of his belt.
Once she shifted her face back to the situation, a prism wave burst out in front of her. And the elderly phantom appeared before her. Some cops walked backwards, and Coffee placed her hand behind her, signaling the officer. The fry cop nodded his head up and down, and raised the dart gun in front the wraith. Vladus's eyes shifted to the left, and caught the cop about the car. He disappeared once the coped fired. The fry dropped his jaw as the bullet went elsewhere, and Coffee bended her hand into a fist as it shaken. Suddenly, Vladus appeared and thrust his arms towards the officers.
"Team, watch out!" Coffee screamed instantly as the cops dodged the attack, and the remaining officers loaded the special darts into their guns and unleashed their batons.
He thrust himself across the street, flying into the sky. He turned back to the cops below and transformed. The previous greenish, static aura coated all over his back. Cracks appeared on the ground, and the police lifted themselves and activated their wands. The nearby sidewalk disintegrated as pieces of the road trembled into pieces. The police rushed from the crumbling floor, lifting themselves from the ground, and scampered out of the earthquake. Mr. Lokowitchki sprouted claws and jaws with the virus seethed out from his eyes. He lifted his arms in the air and shoved them toward the ground. The impact of the attack flung the cops across the ground. Coffee landed on her chest, sliding onto the floor as her chest armor getting dirt onto it. Hamburger, Soda, and the remaining Fry Cops fallen onto their backsides. At they each struggled to get up, the infamous substance spewed on the floor, something on the ground like its raining cats and dogs. Some cops crawled away from the slime, through several bore pain in their lower limbs. The rest of the cops blasted the electricity towards him, only for the latter to dodge them rapidly.
He slashed the cops left and right and grasped a couple of Fry Cops, slammed them together with the slime attached to his hands. A small shockwave burst from the attack, and Coffee Cop recovered from the attack and rushed beneath him, strapping the ghost instantly. Once the cops fallen to the crooked hole, Vladus roared and levitated himself upward. The cop pupils shrunken as she watched herself lifted from the ground. The rest of the team saw the policewoman jolted in the air and lung their arms in the air. Many jolts strap the senior as if he's chained, and Coffee shuts off her baton to fall to the ground safely. As she risen, the beverage reweld the phantom and each cop shoved their arms to the ground, immediately slammed him to the floor. Due to the clasp, the ghost loosened his grip, and the two officers plummeted to the crater. The officers' pupils shanked, eyebrows went upward, and the team gasped as they twisted their heads.
He screamed as his anatomy's plowed to the terrain, leaving behind shattered remains of a fence, dirt, bricks, and debris. Hamburger and Soda shut off their batons, and ran towards the phantom. They each rose their dart guns at the ghost, and fired the bullets onto Vladus. Once the previous turmoil coasted Mr. Lokowitchi, the cops shut off the discharges and ran towards the crater, looking downward at the deep hole. As they glimpsed, a pair of eyes emerged from the darkness and lighted as they got closer. Certain noises emerged nearby, and the the officers twisted to their right. The three figures revealed to be the chief and his men. In a flash, Coffee, Hamburger, and Soda lifted her darts, and blasted at the three. The trio froze in expectedly, and descended to the ground. The cops looked up, and the flash before her began slowly disappearing.
"No! The flash is losing its affect! Hurry!" Coffee screamed as she signaled the crew and shoved her arm to her back, and the polices dashed over the frozen infested.
As they proceeded, each cop split into three teams. One by one, each officer ran toward the citizens in peril. Hamburger Cop took out his binoculars and witnessed many vehicles leaning on the right sides, barricaded homes restrained with rubble, and traffic jams. The cheeseburger takes a breath and raises his arm in the air, shaking it up and down. The fries obeyed the officer, only for the cheeseburger to spread his hand behind him. The authorities halted as he approached the first house and the second, filled with rubble and fire. The burger used another hand signal towards himself, causing the fries to stand next to him. He unleashed the fire extinguisher, with white smoke casting itself onto the fire. The flame departed, and what remains is ruins. He released his shield from his back and shoved the wreckage out of the way.
Several cops headed to the barricaded houses, destroying the closed openings with batons and shields. The rest stay behind and assist Soda Cop with several leaning cars. They each pushed the vehicles back to their original positions and used their batons to charge some batteries inside while the passengers held on momentarily. And Coffee Cop steps in the sidewalk, given the remaining bystanders a hand by reaching for those on the ground, rescuing hybrids, uninfected humans, emojis, and countless others having trouble driving. Drops of sweat flew down their heads as they huffed and puffed from the salvation and glimpsed the blast disappearing further. Many gave smiles and relief, and some shook hands with the cops. They each collected their items into automobiles. Once done, the citizens drove off.
As the cops resumed finding more, the massive flash unfortunately vanished, and the street returned to normal. Each cop's pupils shrunk, raised eyebrows, and jaws dropped. The infested withdrew their eyes, and several recuperated from the ground once the pain evaporated. Their blurry visions stabilized, and they saw the section of the neighborhood nearly empty and Vladus and guards entangled by the darts. Once they turned their heads and witnessed the police officers unleash their shields as they ran, an immersive collection of roars erupted from them, and all chased after the crew. Huffing and puffing as the crew adjusted themselves in battle positions, the coffee cup bolted and ran toward the ice cream truck. Hamburger and Soda Cops turned their heads and saw Coffee running away from the attack before resuming to fight the battalion.
"Coffee!" Soda Cop screamed as he activated his baton again, and Hamburger discharged electrical blasts toward several infested left and right alongside the remaining Fry Cops firing at the beings.
"Take care of the infested! I'll obtain the remaining few!" She screamed as she lifted her arms and legs, as the wind flowed next to her. A medium-sized dust bubbles beneath her legs as she proceeds.
Heading back to Ms. Simian...
A massive wave sprouted across the sky. Nearby vehicles began honking loudly, shattering mirrors, and some roofs were missing sudden boom caused the driver to stomp on the pedals, halting the car midway down the road.
"What the hell?!" The ancient ape yelped as she twisted her head to the right again, witnessing a turn of events happening in the background. She watched most of the Elmore City citizens trying to escape from the phenomenon with the police. Fear was visible in their eyes as the cars in the background drove away. Keeping tabs on the street, the teacher saw vehicles thrown in the air, houses on fire, and fluid spilled on the ground. Ms. Simian's pupils shrank, and she revolved her head left and right as she grazed upon the situation.
A multitude of cars rapidly dashed towards her, and the primate lifted her foot from one pedal and twisted the wheel instantly. She zig-zagged the vehicle at tremendous speed, dodging the fast automobiles and nearby civilians. Ms. Simian turned her head again and witnessed herself driving in front of an upcoming truck. She screamed and twisted the wheel to the right, heading in another direction. The evacuation made the ape develop a mixed sense of disgust and caution.
Some of the citizens identified the ape driving in the opposite direction, giving them a sense of confusion as they saw her heading inside the street's roadway. While driving around to see who caused the destruction, the teacher noticed the students and their families causing havoc around the area they were in, especially the Wattersons. She watched as Nicole and her associates battled the police force with their lust while her students continuously forced other victims to fall under the virus's clutches. She sighed as she slapped her hand softly on her face, seeing her chance of utilizing the police force vanish, swaying herself in disappointment before focusing on her task.
"Talk about running into the wrong place at the wrong time, despite speaking too soon. I need to hide before they recognize me." Miss Simian paused, driving herself to the left in search of a suitable hiding spot in case getting discovered.
In seconds, the ape found a hiding spot in an alleyway. She entered the path and turned off the engine, albeit temporarily. Miss Simian began to reconsider what she had only seen as a result of being sandwiched between two what she saw, the Wattersons' plagued by the sludge's woes. She didn't find it surprising, taking into account the clues from earlier and enough experience of them getting entangled in situations one way or another. As for her students, they represented an essentially ominous version of the attack back at the school. But this time, their parents are involved and spreading across the neighborhood.
"Damn it! They already overcrowded this location, and the police are preoccupied!" The ape spoke as she shoved her fist on the wheel, dismayed that one of her valuable reservoirs rescinded.
"Undeniably, searching for Gumball is more difficult than I realize. I need to consider a more sensible method of locating him."
Miss Simian began brainstorming in the thinking process, figuring out a possible way to search for her student with no time to flashes appeared within her mind, and the primate began reconsidering the events over the years. Such as when she and Gumball tried reintegrating, with him telling her the world was ending and his involvement in a mystery, along with a conflict with bullying, messing up the relationship of two star-crossed lovers and nearly causing the school to suffer a meltdown. Throughout those days, she sees that, despite causing trouble, he wasn't alone in the events of the past.
There is consistently someone next to him, like Darwin, Anais, his parents, and even some of his friends. Regardless of the difficulties, his family is always there for him. In seconds, the term "family" caused the ape to inherit the idea of finding her student.
She raised her head and placed her hand on her chin. It made her rethink what she had just seen earlier. After watching her students fall victim to the virus' woes, she noticed a few families missing, causing her to break down the families she remembered from the conference.
"Let's see... the Wattersons are usually there when an occurrence happens." Miss Simian expressed that as she was reviewing the residents' presence.
"There's also the Toast Family, which I encountered earlier, and the Yoshidas are famous for the Rainbow Factory. The Robinsons refused to be bothered, the Parham family is long gone, and the Bananas are sensitive despite being filled with potassium. Who else is there, if I may ask? Okay, the Rexes aren't there, but the Russos are, as are the video game sprites, Keanes, Wilsons, Kruegers, Pepperonis, and Jotunheims are nowhere to be seen. Is there any other family I miss?"
After separating each family she remembered for the occasion, Miss Simian gasped in shock. Recalling those events with Gumball, Penny was there several times. It's clear the two are a pair, and it's no secret Tobias used to have a thing for the former peanut. She watched as the two grew and faced the problems they faced together. Thus, the ape remembers Penny having an overprotective father who shares the same disdain toward the feline. The ape widened her eyes, and her pupils shrank again as she placed her hands on her head.
"The Fitzgeralds! That has to be the last family left! I need to get to their house quickly!" The ancient ape yelped as she started the car, fired up the engine, and headed inside the streets to search for the Fitzgeralds' household.
After helping more escapees, Coffee turned to her left and saw the ice cream truck from further away trashed. Multitudes of broken glass scattered all over the floor, and the infested humans recovered from the initial blast and plowed many arms into the vehicle, barging their arms inside to reach for the driver. A scream erupted within the situation as the cop roamed closer.
"Can someone PLEASE try to get me out of here?!"
"Hang on! I'll get you out of there!" Coffee Cop screamed as she reached for her dart gun and refilled her weapon. Some humans turned their backs from the ice cream truck and saw the cop running towards them. They each licked lips as some sprouted the virus from their mouths and chased after her. Once the weapon's packed, the officer lifted her instrument forward and started shooting. The darts boosted out, and injected themselves onto the the attackers. Each human's limbs slowly fumbled as many closed their eyes and plunked to the ground.
The victims who previously lunged their arms in the vehicle presently flopped downward as their arms hanged within the holes. As she kept running, the officer walked passed the bodies, avoid the infamous slime attached to them. Coffee Cop reached for the passenger door, and knocked it three times. The lapses caused the driver to stop hiding as he turned around to see who didn't thrashed him nor the vehicle. Two fingers emerged from the right side of the vehicle's interior, crawling to the window and looked downward.
The cop looked upward and saw the man. He was breathing heavily with sweat dropping from his head, dripping ice cream fluid stains, and glass shards attached to his ruined clothes. Coffee Cop squinted her eyes, and she recognized the features. The inhabitant was a skinny, gray origami rock man with a messy teal shirt and black trousers. The hat on the man's head bears orange, white, and red stripes, and on the neck lies an orange tie. Coffee Cop drew closer to the stairs, and the owner approached him with shrunken pupils and sweat dropping further from his head. He screamed as he witnessed the fallen victims on the ground.
"Calm yourself, Mr. Needlemeyer! I'm here to rescue you!" The officer screamed as she opened the door, only for him to stand back and land on the seat as he tripped backward.
"AAAAAH! AAH! They're still everywhere! I don't wanted to get infected!" He screamed as he moved backward frantically as he moved his head back and forth. Some ruckus from further has cars torn apart and thrown across the street.
"Don't worry! My vehicle's nearby, and I can take you far away as possible! However, I have to stay behind and help my friends. The rest is up to you!" Coffee Cap exclaimed as she walked up to the vehicle and held to the interior. She watched the ice cream man looking left and right at the interior. Many treats listed on the menu shattered and spilled all over the floor, alongside the walls nearly filled with virus-filled hands spilling on the machinery. Coffee Cop lambently as he eyebrows shifted downward as she shook her head and lifted it up as she watched Larry took a deep breath and wailed instantly. He raised his arms n the air and bended his hands into fists, as his eyes jagged with steam.
"Look what they did to my ice cream truck! Damn those freaks! I just wanted to get back to my family..." The origami rock man beamed as his teeth sharpened before looking down as he placed his hands on his head.
"Sir, I know it's sickening, but we don't have time for this! Let's go!" The officer cried as she removed herself from the vehicle. Larry taken a deep breath and lifted himself up from the seat. He cautious crawled out of the ice cream truck, looking left and right of the victims on the ground. Coffee Cop offered her hand to the employee, and Larry grasped her hand as the two carefully bypassed the sludge slimming on the ground. Once the two walked over them, they let go of their hands and dashed to the police car instantly. Coffee Cop offered her hand to the employee, and Larry grasped her hand as the two carefully bypassed the sludge slimming on the ground. Once the two walked over them, they let go of their hands and dashed to the police car instantly. As the two ran, Coffee shoved her finger into the intercom.
"Hamburger, Soda! I'm taking another bystander elsewhere from the carnage! I won't take too long!" The officer screamed to the communicator.
"Well, hurry up, Coffee! We got enough sickos to fight!" Hamburger shouted back in the communicator. After the response, both cop and driver continued to race across the avenue. While sprinting, Larry looked to his back, getting several glimpses of the carnage behind him. As he glanced, he saw the Wattersons, Elmore Classmates, and numerous humans contaminating multiple people left and right. The beings progressed to the street they ran on, and the origami man twisted his head back to the officer. Teeth chatter emerged from his mouth as he placed his hands on his head once his sweat increases.
In seconds, the policewoman and cardboard man enter the police car, and Coffee twists the key. The officer thrust the pedals, and the vehicle swiftly dashed down the street. The vehicle droves across a few intersections until it commits a U-turn, avoiding the passing cars. At it stops, Coffee turns her head to the passenger.
"Okay, this is far as I go! I need to get back and help my friends! Save yourself!" The officer said as Larry opened the door and exited the car.
"Thank you, and I will!" Lawrence screamed and ran elsewhere instantly. As the citizen disappeared, Coffee closed the door and shoved her right foot to the brake. The vehicle drove backward, twisted to the left, and went forward. Meanwhile, projectiles, grenades, and fists scatter everywhere. Blood stains, extinguisher mist, and virus spewing on the ground. Each cop remaining shoved their fists, weapons, and feet against the infested, through cautiously due to the ooze getting to their clothes. Some pieces of their armor plunged to the ground, several scratches on their outfits leaking blood, and cracks on their visors. Their heart beat rapidly, and sweat dripping down from their heads expands. Shields coated with damaged and broken pieces, energy from the vacuums slowly depleting, and ammo getting overused. Hamburger Cop reached into his belt and took a special grenade. It's military green with rectangular patterns, white initials, and a black handle. The words cast said, "Use this when you need it!"
As more hosts charged after him, he shoved his shield in front of their faces and pulled the trigger. The cheeseburger looked and recognized the victims. Behind the shield was nothing short of Jackie Wilson and Harold Wilson, with their son, daughter, and classmates not far behind. He took a deep breath and shoved the grenade underneath them.
"Take cover!" He screamed at the remaining cops. Each covered themselves with the shields. In seconds, the grenade exploded. The blast radius caused many infested beings to be blown in the air and fall back to the street. The massive sensation grew onto their backs as they landed. Some landed inside empty houses, while others fell inside pools, sheds, and backyards. Scratches, dirt, and bleeding holes appear on their skins. The cops immediately uncovered, seeing the impairment the explosive had done.
"Nice job, Hamburger! You've given us room!" The energy drink said before seeing the victims recover despite bearing the injuries and chasing after them.
Suddenly, from the smoke, a grenade appeared in front of the crew. Each one raised eyebrows frantically, and their pupils shrank before taking several steps backward before running else. The gadget blew up, creating a shockwave, and sent the remaining police flying across the floor. The cops rose from the ground and turned their heads as they saw a particular figure coming out from the fog while the rest of the infected recovered behind him. Hamburger, Soda, and the French Fry Cops dropped their jaws as they glared at the person walking towards them.
The being is what remains of Doughnut Sheriff. A gigantic grin spread across his face, and his eyes lit as a firecracker. His previous hazard suit was almost torn to shreds, his hat and golden badge missing, and several holes expanded virtually to his groin and undergarments exposed. His arms lost the sleeves, several pieces of armor gone, four teeth sharpened, the shade of pink and barge darkened, and he bore the infamous prism eyes like everybody else. The infectious slime attached to him descended from his gaping hole and eyes. A cruel laughter burst out of his mouth as he looked down upon his crew. An ache grew within the cops as Hamburger and Soda looked at each other and had their eyes shot at the donut.
"S-S-Sheriff?!" Soda Cop shrieked as he placed his hands on his head, and pair of eyes widened. His face turned blue, and his hands shivered as if they lacked gloves. A small pause occurred to him, and he couldn't bear the weight of despair sitting on his chest.
"Noo..." Hamburger Cop muttered laboriously as his eyebrows shot down toward the floor. His eyes twitched frantically, and he held onto his breath, with a cold chill running through his spine.
"He-he-he. You boys did an excellent job of rescuing the citizens with my beloved. But unfortunately, you've deprived us of coupling with our neighbors!" The pastry hissed as his massive smile disappeared instantly. Instead, Doughnut pursed his lip and clenched his hands into tight balls. Trying to hold on as he could, he reached for his belt and loaded his handgun.
"Wait! We don't want to fight you, sir! We're just doing our jobs!" One of the French Fry Cops screamed as he walked towards the infected and stood next to Hamburger and Soda.
Doughnut's eyes squinted as he lifted his pistol as placed the baton down once the electricity cut in and out. Hamburger and Soda replugged the wands back to their gadgets and released their pistols at the pastry.
"Don't make us do this, Doughnut!" Hamburger screamed at the fallen chief, still bearing the same sensation cast upon him.
"Think about how'll this affect Coffee, sheriff!" Soda Cop shouted as his heart raced a mile.
Unfortunately, the fallen doughnut's face turned red. Trying to hold it in and cannot restrain himself, the surgery treat exploded like a volcano.
"It's too late for that! As you can see, I've become one with the affinity of our people. And I loved it! At first, I didn't understand how it worked from the inside out. But thanks to them, I now withheld the opportunity to spread it with everybody close to me. Especially with you." Doughnut Cop said as his face turned black, and he placed the pistol underhead his gaping hole. The vicious smile that once occurred to his plagued face emerged. Hamburger and Soda tiled their heads instantly, watching as their fallen chief spewed the slime onto the handgun. A greenish tint appeared on both of their faces, in a similar state to someone eating something rotten.
Doughnut lifted the gun and started firing. Bullets burst out of the firearm and jolt toward the still-standing cops. The greenish tint disappeared as all the cops dodged the attack. Doughnut continued to fire as he ran towards them and unleashed an electrical discharge at the crew, though it disappeared instantly. The electricity gets the French Fry cops, shocking them in the aftermath and quaver to the ground. Doughnut switched the weapon to a vacuum and aimed at Soda and Hamburger, sucking them in as the virus coated all over his left hand. The remaining cops rolled across the floor and placed their hands on the ground. They lifted their heads and saw themselves forced to get closer to the infested donut. Suddenly, the sucking stopped, with the donut responded with gritted teeth. He attached the baton to his gadget and rubbed his hands onto himself. The palms immediately became filled with slime, and he suddenly jumped toward the duo. Hamburger and Soda rolled across the floor, dodging the sheriff's infectious attack. He growled and attempted to slash the two.
Each policeman evaded further as the fungus cast onto the ground. Donut took out his black baton and shield, spewing the virus onto his weapons in the aftermath. He jolted after two rapidly, causing them to dash out of the way. Doughnut fell to the ground and rose. He tried to whack the drink and sandwich with the contaminated weapons, trying to infect them both. Soda dodged again and kicked the fallen cop in the stomach. Instantly, the sandwich came to his aid and whammed the donut's face with his shield. The pastry fell but rose again. This time, he reached for the baton and blasted an electrical bolt. The discharge followed Soda from one sidewalk to another before he jumped into the nearby shattered white fence. Seeing this vulnerability from far away, Hamburger took out his baton and discharged it onto his former chief's gadget. A blood-curdling scream erupted from the doughnut's mouth as the cheeseburger continued short-circuiting the tool and enveloping him. As Hamburger stopped, the sheriff's vacuum started to go critical. Smoke and steam burst out of the device as sparks gushed out. Both cops raised their eyebrows and rapidly recovered the French Fry cops as they took cover with their shields again. An explosion cast onto the donut as ash and energy, and a shockwave sent the pastry flying.
As the two supported the fries to get back up, Hamburger and Soda turned their heads to the right and noticed where Doughnut Cop crashed after the detonation. Black smoke germinated from the house seen. Broken items, the virus casting itself onto the floor, and what remains in the nearly inanimate donut. His body bore ash and bruises, with leaking sugar from his limbs. Both cops held their breaths and exhaled, looking below at the ground. They couldn't bore the weight on their chests since they faced off with their fallen sheriff and anticipated how Coffee would react to the circumstance.
"Forgive us, Coffee." Hamburger sighed heavily as the strain from within slowly dwindled. Suddenly, the weight held onto them disappeared as the infected recovered from their wounds and attacked the remaining crew.
He crashed into a nearby house, destroying items during his landing. In the foreground, Coffee trusted the pedals further and saw the remaining cops face-to-face with her infested significant other. When she witnessed how the virus altered the latter's body and behavior, a massive ache grew in her stomach. She strived to turn away her eyes from the very sight of what happened to the fallen doughnut, and they began to moist. The coffee cup sniffed before seeing the infested raced back to the crew.
"I wonder. Are there any other citizens left on this block?" Hamburger Cop asked in the communicator as he shoved his baton onto Sarah's head, blasted some of the humans, and kicked Tobias across the face. As he fights, the Fry Cops next to him get slaughtered by metallic bars from William, thunderbolts from Masami, and slashes from Nicole nearby. Blood spewed all over their outfits as they wailed, only for the virus to consume their carcasses, and their screaming changed to moaning.
"Sir, we need backup! We can't survive on this street much lo-DAAAAHHHH!" One of the French fry cops hollered as his armor and arsenal got shredded by Doughnut Cop blasting him, and Jamie shoved her horns onto his stomach.
"So far, no! It appears this avenue's cleared! It's now or never!" Coffee screamed as she shoved her foot to the pedals again, halting the car. Hearing this, Hamburger Cop twisted to his left and hustled across the street, with Soda Cop and only two Fry Cops not far behind.
And that's the end of this chapter! It's been forever since I last did a chapter on this story. It was supposed to be a more lengthy chapter, but the half got cut for the next one.