TAWOG: you are not needed

by Yosef1

Gumball Watterson is one of the residents of the city of Elmore, living a life full of problems, whether for his neighbors, his colleagues, his girlfriend and even his family. But nothing lasts forever, like patience or people's stories. Especially when everything is just a cartoon, but nothing should happen to the protagonist, right?

5. you need to talk

Hi, it's been a while, right?

Let's just say I had *cough-cough* some problems*cough-cough* (took on a million jobs at once) *cough-cough* but I came back.

Amidst all the floating pieces of rock, whether level, uneven or even upside down, Gumball passed by them one at a time.

The screen zoomed in, transforming him from a blue dot into a person.

He jumped and walked through the pieces of land with his hand on his stomach, with an expression that resembled a puppet looking like he was going to vomit and a little crouched.

His stomach moved with the contractions below his hand, which made him look even more like a puppet that was going to vomit.

He stopped walking on the piece of land he was on and looked at the crystal ball in his other hand, "How much time has passed?".

The crystal ball showed Elmore still in the darkness of the night, but probably already midnight or dawn.

He groaned, "Why am I asking?", he threw his hand from his stomach to the ball, "You are not a crystal ball."

Then came another growl from his belly, so strong that it pulled both his waist up and his waist down a little, making it look like an L. He quickly put his hand back and returned to normal.

"I better keep going," he said painfully.

He resumed walking, taking a few steps until he was a decent distance away from the other piece of land.

He jumped as if he were on a mix of the moon's gravity and a Super Mario World jumping game mechanic.

But before he landed on the new piece of land, his belly growled so loudly that, instead of expanding outwards as it normally does, it contracted inwards.

It was so painful that Gumball made an expression similar to that of a man who had been kicked in the groin and a soft, choked groan that resembled a turtle.

Because of this, he landed with his butt hitting the ground, which soon led to a stumble and then he was rolling across the floor.

But that ended quickly when his head landed on a bump that fit it perfectly.

Now he was upside down as if he had been caught in a breakdance spin.

He let out a groan that sounded more like an angry growl, "Enough! I can't take it anymore!".

He glared at his stomach and snapped at it, "Why can't you be psychological like the cold?!".

His stomach made such precise rumbling sounds that it almost seemed to say, "But I'm psychological, I'm your brain telling you to eat. If you never had to eat again, I'd be quiet."

His anger turned to shock and he stared straight at the screen.

"That was really weird."

His expression fell, "I shouldn't have left without eating dinner," he clasped his arms together with a needy expression, "I'd do anything to eat Daddy's dinner, even if he puts so much oil in it that my stomach turns into a diesel engine."

His expression had understanding, "Wait," it brightened, "DAD!".

He looked to the side determinedly, pushing with his legs to free himself.

Little by little he moved until he fell to the ground and stood up, brushing the dirt off.

"That's it! Daddy can find food even under the fungus on the couch!"

He put his finger on his chin and looked away, "Which means I'll need to be him."

He looked down at his clothes, a little dirty with dirt, then looked at the dirt floor.

He bent down and ran his finger on the floor, looking at it now a little dirty too.

He had an idea.

The next moves were Gumball rubbing dirt on his clothes to imitate his father's suit. Which was mostly a tie and a collar.

Once he was done, he checked his work, now looking like he was playing at having a job. "Now I need some 'unemployment'."

He picked up and took off his pants, holding them in front of him while he stood in his underwear.

He hung them on his arm without the crystal ball, smiling in satisfaction, "Now yes."

He looked at himself again, "But something is still missing..."

He put his hand on his chin and thought. He soon raised his finger when he understood.

He put his hand on his chest and pulled, slowly removing what looked like a small ball of pink ectoplasmic goo.

When it was completely out, his face seemed to age, and wrinkles appeared under his eyes. "There, a hopeless being, a true adult."

He held his pants with a few fingers of the hand with the crystal ball while he put his hopes in his pocket.

He raised his busy hands, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath.

But he stopped when he felt his body swell a little with fat in some parts like his limbs, neck and belly.

He looked at himself in surprise, now mixing stress with his tired expression, "Great, just existing is already making me fat!".

His nose sniffed without him realizing it. He soon widened his eyes and sniffed the air.

He stretched upwards at the smell he smelled, "Wow, that really worked".

He started walking again, following the direction of the smell with precision. But sniffing the air made him even more obese.

His body swelled and he lost his balance with the increase in weight, falling forward and began to bounce and roll on the ground.

He did this until he reached the edge and fell, but before he could start screaming, he ended up falling on another piece of land below.

He rolled and bounced on it and then went to another, several times.

Elsewhere, the Fitzgeralds' car, with Richard in the driver's seat, drove steadily through the desert. A part of the desert so empty that there were no rocks, cacti, or anything else in the way.

While Richard seemed just as determined as when they had set out, everyone else in the car was very bored and, in Polly's case, tired.

Nicole stuck her head out a little, "How much longer until we get there?".

Richard held out his arm like a turntable, "Keep going!".

Judith slumped a little in her seat, "We've been going for an hour."

"We're going to run out of gas at this rate," Patrick had one hand on the steering wheel and the other supporting his bored head.

In the backseat, Anais had her arms crossed, Nicole was supporting her head like Patrick and Penny had her hand on Polly's back as she fell asleep against her.

But Darwin was moving his foot frantically, his face tight and rubbing his hand on his other leg.

Nicole seemed to notice this, "Is everything okay, honey?".

Without looking at her, he smiled nervously, "Yes," and the smile dropped soon after. He rubbed his leg and moved his foot more intensely.

Penny and Anais also ended up looking at him.

Nicole gave him a sympathetic look, "Darwin."

Darwin was quiet, his face seeming to swell and harden with the pressure.

Then he blurted out, "I'm worried."

Penny raised an eyebrow, "About what?"

He threw his arms forward and stopped his foot, "Me and him had a fight and I was mad. But now that he's in trouble, I feel bad."

"Like, we fight, but everything's always fine, but he was being really annoying," he raised his tone a little, "But I still don't want my last memory of him to be throwing a plate at his head!".

Anais stretched so she could see him better, "Darwin, Gumball isn't going to die, you don't have to worry."

Penny put her hand on his...shoulder?, "Yeah, you guys have survived so many things Gumball has told me about."

She looked back and forth as she listed, "Accidentally robbing a bank, time traveling..."

Anais chimed in, "Preventing the destruction of the universe when our dad got a job…"

Nicole did the same, "Preventing us from running out of money so we wouldn't destroy everything," she looked ahead in surprise, "It's weird that we almost destroyed the universe so many times."

Penny looked at Darwin with a smile, "You see? You guys always survive that." She looked away with a shy smile, "And also, cats land on their feet, don't they?".

The scene changed to an obese Gumball falling face down on the dirt floor, rolling and bouncing around.

When he got close to another edge, he tried to brake with his claws on the ground, but ended up sliding until he was hanging.

The soft dirt floor hit him early and he fell, screaming in a tone that was a bit high-pitched for a boy.

Darwin and Anais looked unimpressed at Penny while Nicole looked at her with an "Ouch" expression.

They all looked up at the roof of the car when they heard Richard laughing for a while.

Darwin's expression returned to a worried expression, "But what if this time is different? What if this time it starts out mild but ends up being worse than anything else?".

He put his hands on his head, "The future is scary! You don't really know if it's going to be or not!".

Penny became more empathetic, "I'm worried about him too, I don't want him to get hurt," she looked away, "No more than he's probably already done."

She looked back at him with a small smile, "But we need to help him first before we regret it."

Darwin slowly took his hands off his head, lowering his head a little with a thoughtful expression.

Anais crossed her arms, "That doesn't mean we really have anything to apologize for."

Everyone looked in her direction, with Darwin looking surprised and confused.

She raised her hands protectively, "I love Gumball too and I don't want him to suffer either, but I don't want us to simply forget why we were mad at him."

"He's alone somewhere because he decided to go out at night because you guys fought. The things he goes through are sometimes his fault and magically forgetting about it doesn't solve it."

Nicole continued with a small, gentle smile, "Anais is right, feeling sorry is about having fought, not about forgetting everything. Gumball never learned from seeing the consequences of what he did, he needs to feel."

Penny finished, "And the best way to do that is to help him and then talk about it."

Darwin lowered his head with a neutral expression, "Okay."

The atmosphere was quiet for a while, only Darwin seemed to think while everyone, except Polly, looked at him.

"STOOOOOP!"

Patrick slammed on the brakes too quickly in fright, making everyone tighten against their seatbelts as if their bodies were made of something elastic.

As the car slowed down sharply, the momentum threw Richard forward.

This caused him to roll from the roof of the car to the mirror, then to the hood, and then to land in front of the car just in time for it to stop.

As he stopped, a decent amount of dust that had been kicked up during the braking came forward and covered part of Richard's view.

He coughed a little as the dust quickly dissipated.

He opened his eyes wide and smiled, "This is it!".

He stood up and walked forward a little, moving and looking at some rocks.

Judith poked her head out and looked around at nothing with a raised eyebrow, "And where is here?".

Patrick tried to check his phone, but then his expression turned grumpy, "In the middle of nowhere," he showed Judith his cell phone with no signal.

Nicole poked her head out, "Richard! What are you doing?!"

Richard spoke without looking at her, lifting stones of all sizes to a considerable height, "Looking for the stone!".

Nicole was a little grumpy, "But what stone?!".

he lifted a stone the size of her head with her knees shaking and her voice failing, "I never remember which one it is!", he dropped it on the ground when he couldn't hold it.

He knelt down and bent down to pick up a stone about the size of his fingers.

When he lifted it, a part of the dry earth and sand floor seemed to move like fabric lifted by the wind.

He smiled with his mouth wide open, "Ah!".

He threw the stone to the side and ran his hand through the fabric, pulling it tightly.

This caused other stones to move as if they were on top of the carpet.

The ground beneath them then came off, pulled by Richard.

He grabbed another part with one hand and pulled the fabric like a cover for the car.

When he pulled, the dead ground, the landscape in the background, the mountains in the distance, everything came off, showing that it was a disguise painting.

Now in place of all that, there was a path hidden by the fabric, a dark alley with buildings that seemed to be slightly tilted.

Richard turned to everyone and smiled as if he were showing them an amusement park, stretching his arm out into the alley and shaking his hand.

Nicole stuck her head out, "What the-?!".

Anais also stuck her head out the window, surprised and with a raised eyebrow, "We came all the way here because of a dark alley?".

Richard put his hands behind his back and straightened his posture, trying to look wise, "He likes it that way. He says if someone has the courage to come all the way here, then it's worth negotiating."

Judith did the same, "Who is he?".

"The person I buy fireworks from."

Everyone stuck their heads back in and opened the doors to leave.

When everyone left and closed the doors, Patrick pressed the keys and went to stand with them next to Richard.

He looked around the dark alley, "How did you know the right place if you didn't know which stone was the right one?".

He turned and pointed to the small hills in the distance, "I memorized it, it's southeast of those hills and forms a 53 angle between a straight line from here to them and another straight line from here to Elmore."

Everyone looked at him in genuine surprise.

Then he seemed to notice something and got nervous, looking away.

He used the palm of his hand as a map and ran the finger of his other hand across it in confusion.

Then he looked back at them, "Where is southeast again?".

Everyone looked at him unimpressed and smacked their foreheads, making a whip-like noise. Except for Polly, she just looked confused and a little frustrated by this.

Nicole took his hand away from his face and acted incredulous and a little irritated, "So we could have crashed the car straight into it?".

Richard's only response was to laugh nervously, his arms raised to his chest.

In the void, Gumball still hadn't stopped rolling and bouncing.

He rolled down a higher part like a ramp, his body spinning as his fat-filled skin stretched like a sack of meat in the air.

He landed when he hit something, which threw him backwards like a wall.

This took away a lot of his momentum, as he slowed down a lot and managed to stop on his stomach.

After his fat stopped bouncing, he lifted his head and groaned bitterly, "Being an adult sucks."

Then he realized the irony, "I'm even talking like one now."

He put his hands on the ground and stood up, adjusting his fat so that he was sitting in the direction of what he hit.

It was a house, a blue house with a bright red roof, A detail on the edge of the roof on the balcony that looks like ruffles white details and frills on the edge of the roof, surrounded by a white fence. In addition to having a lot of very green grass on the ground.

Gumball sniffed the air, "There's something in there."

He put his hand on the ground to get up.

He looked at his fat body and put his hands around his belly, squeezing it tightly. He squeezed several times, but nothing happened and stopped to catch his breath, "Okay, I'll have to do it the hard way."

His body made a strange sound of flesh cracking, his limbs and eyes seeming to go inside his body as if he were a Megazord.

He put his arms out and held his belly with both hands, starting to pull.

He pulled hard, stretching it. This made almost all of his skin move, shrinking until his body was left at its original size and his excess skin attached to the belly he was holding.

He took one of his arms out and pulled out his claw, placing it next to the strip of skin on his belly.

He cut it with a quick movement that made a sound like guitar strings.

He looked at his belly, "I've always wondered if my belly button is inward or outward."

Without caring, he threw his excess skin and blue fat aside, which fell off the patch of dirt.

He stared at the house, slowly lifting his head from the porch to the roof.

He then stepped into Darwin's shoes, "Should we go inside?", he pointed to the house.

Now he stepped into Anais's shoes, with his wrists on his hips, "Sure, let's go inside a probably abandoned house that's inside a TV with bad reception," he said sarcastically.

He went back into Gumball's shoes, "Great."

He went back into Anais's shoes only to slap his forehead.

He walked through the grass, past the fence, until he climbed onto the porch.

He looked around as he went towards the door, "It's kind of dark."

He stopped in front of the door and put his hand on the doorknob, turning it calmly. He opened the door a little, with a cautious expression.

The porch was a little dark due to the lack of natural light, but inside the house it was so dark because of the walls that it was only possible to see a little of the silhouette of the large furniture. There was only a weak light that passed through the glass of the windows.

He shrugged, "It's not a problem for a cat."

He rubbed his eyelids as if he were cleaning the windshield of a car.

He opened his eyes and blinked a few times, to improve the clarity.

Now the dark house was so visible that it seemed like daytime, but in various shades of gray.

He walked in calmly and looked around.

He saw that all the furniture in the house had an old design or was really old, from around the 1970s.

Whether it was the sofa with a more pointed and square shape, the strangely shaped glass table, the lampshades with several different exotic shapes or the stairs with steps that seemed to rise above the ground.

"That's the taste someone who put frills on the porch would have."

He looked away when he didn't notice one of the longer than normal legs of a low cabinet.

He hit his little finger hard on the cabinet's leg, but froze in place as soon as he felt what happened.

He screamed, his tongue wagging in the air, before covering his mouth and looking around.

But no one appeared and showed that they heard.

He took his hands off his mouth and purged in relief, rubbing his little finger and continuing.

Since the house was small, he easily reached the kitchen, which also had a decades-old design with a large row of cabinets, spaces without doors to store things in them and a strangely shaped table in the middle of the room.

He circled it to get to the cabinets, opening them all one by one.

After opening a few and finding nothing, he grumbled irritably, "Who lived here only went to the market once a year?!".

He opened a cabinet and entered it, leaving another on the other side of the kitchen and going from one to the other.

After he had looked through almost all of them, he came out and groaned in stress.

He went to the last cabinet he hadn't checked yet, opening its doors in anger.

But it was replaced by satisfaction, because inside the cabinet were two boxes of cereal and a bag of chips that looked completely unopened.

He picked them up and examined them, "I wonder if they're within their expiration date?".

He widened his eyes in understanding, "Wait, Molly was frozen in time when we found her before, so this could be too."

He looked at the bag of chips, holding it by the top edge. Then he pulled.

The bag crackled with static similar to the horizon outside, but only for a moment, now it seemed very normal.

He shrugged and reached into the bag, taking out and eating a decent amount.

Without realizing it, he had assumed the role of Darwin, "Now that you mention it, he did say he brought Molly here again."

He assumed the role of Anais, counting on his fingers, "It was Molly, Rob and some...", he imitated the expression the man made comically when he said it, "Janice."

He returned to the role of Gumball, "It's a weird van of Mr. Small's."

He imitated Darwin, "We should help them."

He returned to Gumball, incredulous, "Not with that guy around! I need to get out of here!"

He imitated Darwin, with his hands on his hips and annoyed, "You're going to leave them here?".

He turned back into Gumball, rolling his eyes, "I'd say it's more like trying to come back and save them later."

He imitated Anais, but angrily, "That's pretty selfish."

Gumball tried to defend himself, also irritated, "He said he won't kill me, but that doesn't mean he won't hurt me!".

He imitated Anais, "Don't you think he could do the same to them?!".

He went back to normal, a little cornered, "Well, um, yeah."

He imitated Darwin, "You want to save yourself!", his teeth became like a shark's, "But when you're in danger, YOU WANT OTHERS TO SAVE YOU!".

He stuttered, but quickly recovered, "OK, yeah! What's wrong with ensuring your safety!".

He imitated Anais, "It's a big problem if you ensure your safety by sacrificing the safety of others!".

He clasped his arms tightly against his body and groaned with his mouth closed, "You came from my brain! How do you have so many good arguments?!"

He stuck his hand in the package and ate another portion irritably.

Then he looked at the package irritably, "AND WHY DOES THIS TASTE STRANGE?!"

"Because you're punishing yourself."

He turned to where the strangely masculine voice was coming from in the kitchen.

In the kitchen, a tall white horse appeared, with toned limbs, crimson red mane and eyes, and a horn of several bright colors.

Gumball stared at him with a raised eyebrow and a lost expression, "Huh?"

The unicorn continued, "Of course, you're punishing yourself because you're constantly reminding yourself of what that man said. And that's only because you know it's true."

He coughed to clear his voice, "You see, today, before you came here, you pissed off almost everyone who loves you, all because of ignorance and selfishness. That man just rubbed the truth in your face and now you realize that you're really every bit of what some idiot who doesn't even know you well has to say about you."

Gumball pointed at him, "Where did you come from?".

He raised his hoof and pointed at the package, "From the rotten food you're eating."

Gumball's eyes widened and he rummaged through the package quickly.

He found the expiration date and it said "November 2008".

"Wow", he looked through the two boxes of cereal, which also had an expiration date marked as 2008, "These things expired a while ago".

"Well, where was I?", the unicorn remembered, "Oh, yeah. Long story short, you're having an internal conflict because deep down you've realized that you're a nastier person than you thought".

"Ah-, hmm, eh-", he pointed angrily at the unicorn, "SHUT UP!".

The unicorn became more serious, "I'm only here talking because of your recklessness. Every second you just prove what I said".

Gumball's eyes widened, "Wait, if you exist because I ate this...", he pointed and looked at the package. Then he looked back at the unicorn.

He kept his gaze fixed as he began to grab several servings at a time and eat them hurriedly.

He even showed the chewed food in his mouth.

The unicorn made a disgusted expression, "Yuck."

Then he widened his eyes and looked at his paws, they were disappearing and rising. He looked back at Gumball, surprised, "Are you poisoning your brain so much that it can't even hallucinate properly?".

He whinnied, since he couldn't shrug it off, "Whatever, existing is boring anyway."

His body disappeared completely.

Gumball pointed to where he was, "HA! VICTORY!" he said with his mouth full.

His finger lowered, and his expression slowly fell as he realized he was alone again.

"Am I that unpleasant?".

In the real world, the Wattersons and Fitzgeralds walked through the dark alley, looking around cautiously while Richard walked calmly and smiling, guiding them.

Anais looked at the poorly maintained buildings that seemed to bend over them like those effects used to scare characters in cartoons in nightmares and special episodes.

The buildings also extended as far as they could not be seen.

"How tall are these buildings?".

Richard spoke without changing his position, "I don't know, he mentioned once that they probably have no end."

Penny put her hand to her nose, "And what's that smell?" she said in a clogged voice.

"It's just that the residents throw their trash out of the windows here."

A black trash bag fell with a crash to the ground very close to Patrick, which ended up tearing completely with the force of the fall and scaring everyone.

Patrick recovered from the shock and raised his fist in anger, "HEY-".

Richard got right next to her and covered her mouth very quickly.

He walked closer and whispered, keeping his eyes on the windows, "Don't talk to them, don't look at them, just keep walking."

They all started walking again, now extremely cautious.

Richard let go of Patrick and walked back forward.

They soon arrived in front of a stone wall with an old, worn wooden door.

Richard stopped walking and put his arm in front of them to stop as well, "Wait."

He pointed down, everyone craning their necks to see a carpet in front of the door with a phrase on it.

Nicole was confused as she read, "Get your feet dirty before entering?".

Richard ran to a corner, "THE BANANA PEEL IS MINE!".

He came to some trash cans that were so full that some of them fell over. He stepped on a banana peel and it stuck to his foot.

He lifted his other foot and rubbed it against the side of the trash can. It soon had green, smelly lines coming off of it.

Once he was done, Richard bowed for the others to do the same.

Everyone had expressions of disgust.

Patrick walked over to Judith, "I think someone better stay with Polly out here."

She seemed to frown, "Are you sure?"

Patrick sighed, "Okay, you stay with her here."

Judith smiled and kissed her husband's cheek very affectionately, "I love you."

Nicole reluctantly walked over and reached into the trash can, pulling out two green pieces of something and rubbing them on her feet. She came out almost vomiting.

Darwin stuck one foot inside the trash can and the other one inside a rusty sausage can.

Anais jumped inside one of the cans and swiveled her feet and waist a little, jumping to get out later.

Penny approached with a look of disgust, she flapped her wings to stay in the air and rubbed her feet for a short time. When she was done, they were a little green and had lines of stink that made her hold her nose.

And Patrick put one of his feet inside the trash can, then came the sound of something tearing and a bad feeling in his foot.

He wiped his face in disgust, "Yuck." He rubbed one foot against the other.

Now that everyone was dirty, Richard opened the door and they entered in single file.

Inside, there were many boxes. Boxes stacked, boxes thrown in a corner, boxes on wooden shelves of the same quality as the door, boxes up above them in an arch that must have been physically impossible.

When they stopped inside, a dark figure stood up, a black cloak with some parts in a very dark purple.

It stood with its back to them for a moment before slowly turning its head, the hood covering an apparent black void with gray eyes that now stared at them.

But its facial and body expression relaxed, "Richard," it said cheerfully.

Richard waved equally cheerfully, "Hi, Malvim."

The cloaked figure approached and stretched a bone that looked like an insect's leg from the cloak, "What brings you here, friend?".

Richard took the bone and greeted it, "We came to buy more than usual."

He raised an eyebrow, it seemed so by one of his eyes shrinking in size, "Really? What a surprise, did you spend last month's on some special occasion?"

Richard looked away, laughing nervously, "Something like that."

The figure shrugged, "It's okay, I'm always ready to sell to good customers."

He walked away from them, heading towards a red brick wall that was pushed inwards as if a truck had hit it from the other side.

He stopped in front of it, looking up at a particular brick.

Then there was some movement of air that lifted his cloak and lifted him above the ground.

The adults groaned in shock as they covered the younger ones' eyes, "There are kids here, man!" Patrick complained.

He continued climbing without a care, until he reached the brick he focused on, his cloak now lowered again.

He placed his bony paw in a corner between the brick and the cement, trying to pull it off.

He quickly pulled out the brick, wrapping his bones around it like a whip and looking closely at the part that was inside the wall.

He stood like that for a while.

Anais stretched closer to Richard, with a raised eyebrow, "What is he doing?"

He heard her, turning to her and lifting the brick a little, "Do you really want to know?"

He approached her, levitating a little above the ground, "These bricks are someone's memories."

He extended his arm towards the brick wall, "They all are, they represent the state of people's memories."

He levitated higher, going to stand next to some bricks that looked worn and scratched.

He pointed to a slightly worn one, "This one belongs to someone who is getting old and has a bad memory."

He flew to the other side, stopping next to one that looked battered and deteriorated.

He pointed to it, "This one belongs to someone who has already grown old and remembers very little."

He climbed a little higher, standing above a conspicuous brick.

The brick was a dull red, aged and with a good chunk of it missing.

The figure looked away, "This one is a little sad. It belongs to someone who has Alzheimer's, that's why a chunk is missing."

Penny spread her arms in confusion, "Why would you have something like that?"

He laughed lightly, "That's not mine, dear, it was here before me and it probably will be after."

He leaned his elbow against the wall, as if he were lying on the floor and not floating in the air, "I just use it to remember where I left things and to know what my clients want."

He laughed evilly a little, "And I also do it for fun."

He ran the tip of his bony arm across one of the bricks, leaving a decent scratch on it.

At the Robinsons' house, Margaret and Gaylord were sleeping in their bed. With two pillows full of thorns separating them.

Gaylord woke up from his sleep with his eyes wide open, he turned and looked at the alarm clock that read 7:30.

"I'M LATE!", he jumped out of bed and ran desperately out of the room.

Margaret woke up with this and grumbled in irritation.

The figure smiled amused, "Someone forgot something probably important now. But don't worry, it recovers quickly."

He looked at the scarred brick, whose scratch was healing and disappearing completely.

At the Robinsons' house, Gaylord was rushing out the door, putting on one of his shoes as he jumped towards his car.

Before pressing the button on his keys, he stopped, seeming to remember, "Wait, I'm retired."

He went back inside the house, muttering irritably and rubbing his head, "Old age, you're a pest."

The figure tried to look serious, "Okay, where was I? Oh, yes."

He looked back at the brick with concentration.

But something caught his attention, "Wait a minute."

He glanced at the door worriedly, then quickly walked past everyone and hurriedly opened the door.

He looked up at the sky and saw what everyone in Elmore saw.

Gumball doing something in a strange place.

Very strange.

He looked down slowly, processing everything with a very worried look.

He went back inside, closing the door, and looked at the very top of the wall. Specifically at a brick that was covered in TV static, seemingly far away from the others.

"Oh, -".

I'm cutting this scene short because it contains a hate speech that is not recommended for minors.

Thanks for understanding.

He looked down at them, who were staring at him in confusion.

He sighed, "You guys have to leave".

Darwin got more confused, "What do you mean?"

He flew past them all until he was where he was when he greeted Richard, "Whatever this kid is involved with, I don't want to be anywhere near it!"

Richard got suggestive, "Come on, man, I'll even pay more."

He waved his arm in the air, "No arguing! Go!".

Penny got serious, "We're not going."

He got grumpy, "I don't think you understand! I'm not going to change my mind!".

She walked past everyone until she was face to face with him, a very short distance away, "I'll help somehow! He and I fight, but I want to be able to tell him that it doesn't stop me from liking him a lot!".

"I don't care about your drama!", he pointed his bony member at the door, "Get out!".

She stomped her foot and stuck her arms to her sides, "We're going to find those damn fireworks!".

He crossed his arms in defiance, irritated, "And what are you going to do?! Start screaming?!".

She trembled with rage, her body turning red and then growing and changing until it became her minotaur form.

He looked at it in shock, "Damn it."

She threw a punch that crushed him almost as if he had only two dimensions. Then he pulled it out over and over again to keep him in place.

Meanwhile, Richard pointed to the wall, "Let's go there!".

Everyone ran quickly until they were in front of the brick wall, "What do we do now?!", Darwin was sweating with tension.

Richard pointed higher up, "One of those is his too! If we find it, we'll see where he keeps the fireworks!".

Anais and Darwin began to climb the wall a little slowly.

"Is he different or something?!", Anais shouted down.

Richard put his hands over his mouth to go further, "It's black!".

The figure finally managed to squeeze out of Penny's punches and was now dodging her in mid-air, "That's pretty racist!".

He dodged an attack from Penny by going underneath, he flew close to her chest and wrapped his bony limb around her waist and spun her in the air before she could stop him.

He spun Penny around the room until he was close to the others, hitting Anais and throwing them both into a corner with force.

Darwin gasped in fright.

Nicole became serious, "I'll take care of this," she snapped her fingers.

Before the figure could react, Nicole jumped into the air and punched his chest right in front, pushing him down.

The figure was groaning with his bony limbs where his face would be.

He took them out to face Nicole very irritated, who was also glaring at him with a stern look.

Both of them assumed boxing stances for some reason, Nicole joining her fists near her chin and the figure bending his limbs in a scythe shape.

They advanced towards each other, the figure attacking first with its limbs as if it were punching with the paws of a MUTO from Godzilla 2014.

Nicole dodged all the blows, attacking with her own soon after.

Meanwhile, Darwin hurriedly climbed the wall to the blackest brick he could find.

He reached for the brick, running his hands over it to pull it out, but they didn't hold or have enough support to pull.

So he put his mouth in a little beak on the brick and sucked. That took it off almost immediately.

He pulled the brick out of his mouth with some difficulty and then stuck his tongue out, disgusted, "If the Stone Age had a taste, this would be it."

He tried to move the images that appeared on one side of the brick, "No pressure, this must be like a cell phone."

He touched the images and they started to go very fast, "Damn, I went too far."

He tried again, more carefully this time, looking closely.

Then his expression lit up, "Yeah!", he turned to Richard and Patrick, "They're in that corner!", he pointed to a corner full of boxes.

Richard and Patrick ran to the boxes, Patrick opening them one by one while Richard jumped on them and moved like a mole underground, both with great agility.

They soon ended up grabbing the same box with both hands, "I found it!".

Then they noticed that their hands were almost on top of each other.

Richard took his hands away and wrapped his arms around each other with a red face.

Patrick looked strangely at Richard's reaction.

The figure, who was in a fight worthy of the Rocky franchise, heard them and looked at them shocked, "Hey!".

That didn't make him notice Nicole hitting his stomach, bending over in pain. Soon after, he received a hook where his chin would be, falling backwards onto his butt.

He only had time to see Nicole with her arm in position. She delivered a well-aimed punch to his face.

He closed his eyes for the blow. But nothing happened.

His eyes curved, indicating that he probably had a frown.

Then he opened his eyes and Nicole was no longer there. None of them were.

He turned to the only door and saw everyone running towards it. Penny having returned to normal.

He probably wrinkled his nose in fury and moved closer to the wall.

He pulled the full length of his bony limbs, now showing that they were actually fingers and that he has very long fingers, out from under the rotten cloak.

He quickly extended them until each of them was on top of a few specific bricks.

He traced them.

Everyone stopped running and stood in place, staring at nothing confused.

"What...were we doing?", Anais asked uncomfortably.

The figure sighed in relief, "Great, now I just need to go there and-".

Darwin spread his arms and legs with a dumbfounded look, "I REMEMBERED!".

The figure was surprised and quickly turned to the bricks, from which the scratches had disappeared.

He scratched them again very quickly. Everyone had confused and distant looks again.

He looked at them for a while to make sure everything was okay, "Okay, they recover their memories very quickly", he shrugged, "I can handle it".

Then everyone made the same pose and expression as Darwin did before.

He got a little uncomfortable and scratched the bricks once more.

Outside the house, Gumball had just left and was now standing on the grass with cereal in his arms, "Okay, I may have already eaten all the chips to shut that unicorn up, but I still have some sweet cereal."

He made an apprehensive expression, "Which have been out of date for years."

He shrugged, "I would have felt something by now if they were that bad."

His stomach growled. Not in a good way.

It growled again and Gumball felt uncomfortable this time, wrapping his arms around his stomach and dropping the cereal boxes.

His stomach growled a few more times as he clutched his face in discomfort. Then he stopped for a moment.

Soon after, he vomited a bright white liquid with a few colors.

He vomited hard, the liquid only getting bigger and bigger on the grass until it reached the edge and dripped and dripped off of it.

He finally stopped, groaning in disgust, "Ew, throwing up is horrible."

He looked down at the bright liquid in annoyance, "I managed to get everything I ate out and probably something else to get so much out."

He turned into Darwin, "Congrats, man, you managed to stay better than before."

He turned back into Gumball, pointing his finger angrily, "I only ate that because Anais said we needed to find food!".

He became Anais, irritated and with his hands on his hips, "Hey! I didn't say you should eat a bad snack just because you didn't like a unicorn!".

He turned into Darwin, doing the same, "Yeah! What just happened is a consequence of your stupid choices!".

He turned back into Gumball and pointed his finger so hard that it trembled at the tip, "Why are you being so critical?! We're the same person!".

He turned back into Anais, spreading his arms, "Didn't you hear what you just said?! It's what the unicorn said, you're criticizing yourself!".

He gradually lost his irritated posture and his finger lowered, contemplating in the meantime what he heard.

Then his eyes widened as he lifted one of his ears.

He turned around and saw that the cereal boxes began to be pulled across the grass by the vomit.

He choked and ran after them.

Unfortunately, they were already too far to the edge, and even when he jumped to catch them, they fell before him.

He stood with his arm stretched out and his hand open, looking down at where the boxes were falling away into the endless depths.

Then they curved forward, rising until they passed him, who followed them with his eyes, and rose to other pieces of land with gravity. Because of some pieces of land that were upside down.

He just watched, open-mouthed, as the boxes were carried by confusing gravitational fields like leaves in the wind.

He became Darwin, hands on his hips and an unimpressed look on his face, "You managed to lose that too, even though you were going to lose it anyway when you threw it up."

He turned back into Gumball, bringing his clenched fist very tightly to his chest and flexing his jaw in anger.

He let out a groan, almost a scream, of rage and stood up, looking at where his brothers would be, "I wanted you here to be them! But if you can't, then why are you still here?!"

He became Anais, "Because we are you, since you didn't want to be here..."

"Alone."

He wilted, letting his arms fall to his sides very limply and giving a hurt expression, but a hurt more sad than frustrated.

The camera changed to be above him, showing that there was no one else.

He was alone.

He took a small breath, then sighed sadly. He started walking to leave.

He stopped after a few steps and looked at the house, "Who could live here?"

He stared at the house for a moment and then went on his way, wherever he was going.

The camera then showed the front of the house from the outside, slowly approaching.

The camera moved inside the house, moving forward at the same pace.

It moved to a door that he went through, still at the same pace.

Beyond the door was a bedroom, with furniture, a bed, and two people motionless in a sleeping position.

The camera zoomed in on a photo on the headboard next to the bed and just below the lamp.

In it was a tall, thin blue cyclops, with blond hair, an ugly, equally blond mustache, and one red eye.

There was also a tall, thin blue cyclops, but with more feminine features, brown hair, and one green eye.

And both were holding a chubby blue baby cyclops, with little brown hair and one magenta eye.

*More than an hour later*

The figure had a miserable expression, in the sense of miserable from stress, scratching the bricks for "no matter how many times" already.

The others had barely moved in all this time and constant memory loss.

The figure rubbed where his forehead would be, "This is taking a lot longer than I thought," he said in a stressed tone.

He took a deep breath, "Let's have this finished now."

He turned to the wall and scratched the bricks.

But not just a simple scratch, it was a long scratch and deep enough to take a long time to regenerate.

Everyone felt the immediate effect, becoming confused and with their pupils growing much larger, as if they were under the effect of something.

Immediately the figure retracted its arms and flew towards them and took the box of fireworks from Penny's hands, who was now holding it.

He stood just above them in the air, looking at the box in his hands, "Finally!".

He turned to walk away, but froze with goosebumps when he realized that the scratches were disappearing. Then they were completely gone.

"Are you kidding me?"

He gave a small scream as he was pulled down hard, hitting his back on the ground.

He opened his eyes after wincing in pain and was startled.

Everyone was looking at him with glazed eyes. Literally, so glazed that there were huge lenses in their eyes.

"Oh, damm."

He dodged a punch that aimed at his possible legs.

Then he dodged a rain of punches, blows and hands trying to grab him.

He switched off in the middle of all this until he completely left, flying over them and trying to get away.

But then he had to stop in mid-air to dodge a toaster that passed by him.

He turned to them and had to dodge in shock once more when a Turkish rug almost hit his face.

On the floor, everyone was picking up whatever they could find and throwing it at him.

He dodged incessantly, "STOP THROWING THOSE THINGS! I SELL THEM!"

A PS2 ended up hitting one of his hands, making his grip loosen and dropping the box.

He tried to dive to grab it, but turned when he noticed something approaching.

Penny's large purple arm hit him, crushing him against one of the walls.

"Why is everyone punching me today?" he said in a muffled and depressed tone.

Darwin managed to nail the box and soon went out with everyone, including Penny who dropped the figure and returned to normal.

Richard looked at the figure that was in the hole in the wall, "I'll pay you later! I promise!".

They left and closed the door. This made some small pebbles fall from the new hole in the wall.

Then the figure fell out of the hole, falling face down on the ground.

He raised his fist without taking his face off the ground, "At least don't put my name on this!".

Then he cringed, "Ouch".

In the void, Gumball continued to wander aimlessly through the floating pieces of land.

But now he had a depressed expression and worn out by hunger and sleep.

He jumped from one piece of land to another very tiredly, almost falling asleep in mid-air.

He landed and took a few very soft steps.

That and the lack of concentration were the perfect combination for him to fall because he didn't see the mossy trunk in front of him.

He was thrown against the ground, his jaw hitting so hard that his head vibrated and the crystal ball fell from his hand.

After his head stopped vibrating, he looked at the crystal ball that remained intact. He sighed in relief.

Then his eyes widened, "Wait!", he turned and looked at the crystal ball again.

Now that he was paying more attention, he noticed that Elmore seemed to have a strong shade of orange emerging, indicating the sunrise.

"Is it morning already?!", he groaned in frustration and tiredness.

He exerted a little force with his waist, throwing his hands over his head and doing a somersault lying down until his back hit the ground.

He wearily adjusted himself until he was very close to the mossy trunk.

He stared at the crystal ball with his tired eyes, "I think it's okay if I get some sleep to stave off the hunger."

"After all, I'm going to have to get out of here on my own..."

"Do you understand now? No one has any reason to care about you."

His gaze became a little melancholic, "Since no one seems to be going to save me."

He hit his head hard on the ground, having fallen asleep and was now snoring. He knows how to kill the mood.

Back with the others, Judith had returned to the car and was entertaining Polly, who was placed on top of the hood.

She turned around in surprise when she heard and then saw her family and the Watterson family running out of the dark alley, "What happened?".

Patrick shouted as he ran without slowing down, "GET IN THE CAR!".

She noticed this and picked up Polly, hurriedly getting in her place.

Soon after, everyone was almost pushing each other to get in while Richard rolled around the car until he grabbed the roof.

Patrick started the car and accelerated so much that Richard almost fell when he turned around.

Everyone looked back to check that no one was following them as they drove away.

When nothing happened, they turned back and sighed in relief.

Judith looked at each of them indignantly, "What happened?!".

"We stole the fireworks," Darwin replied innocently.

Judith now glared at her husband.

Patrick shrank back a little, feeling pressured, "Don't look at me like that!", he pointed behind him, "Penny helped too!".

"DAD!", Penny glared at him too.

After she calmed down, Darwin rubbed his foot on the bench a little shyly, "Hey, Penny," he said in a lower tone.

She turned to him, paying attention.

"That thing you said back there... you really have things to talk about with Gumball too, don't you?"

She glanced to the side, "Yeah, you're not the only one."

Darwin rubbed his arm, "I apologize for before. You're the same way, but you didn't just freak out."

Penny gave him a sympathetic look and placed a hand on his back, "It's okay, Darwin. We deal with things our way, the important thing is how you end it."

She looked up through the car window with a slight smile, "And we'll have time to think about it."

She was looking at the sky that showed Gumball lying and sleeping on the ground peacefully.

Darwin came closer to look too, becoming calmer.

"Things must have calmed down," She said in a serene tone.

The camera slowly transitioned from them to the open environment with large pieces of land in the void. Filled with silence.

In addition to the cereal boxes that were still moving from one side to the other because of the strange geography of the place.

But as soon as they passed a larger piece of land, its gravity pulled them and placed them on some ground, finally.

They stayed there, fallen and abandoned on the ground for a few moments.

Then a shadow approached them, covering them and revealing itself to be a human-shaped shadow.

The shadow changed and transformed, growing to the point where it covered the entire ground near the boxes and its limits were not captured by the camera.

A reptilian foot with large claws stepped close to the boxes.

Then the tip of a long snout, showing nostrils, approached the boxes.

The nostrils twitched as he inhaled and flared aggressively as he exhaled with enough force to kick up a bit of dirt.

The snout lifted, the camera following it, to reveal that it was the man in his largest form.

He sniffed the air, then wrinkled his snout in irritation.

He ran across the patch of dirt and jumped off the edge, landing on another patch of dirt below.

He slid down it until he jumped on another and did the same, finally landing on his feet on a lower patch. He took off at a run for it, angry and growling.

This chapter was longer than I expected, the second longest in word count so far.

By the way, when you get hungry, your stomach produces stomach acid for when you eat, but if you keep putting it off, it can produce so much unneutralized acid that, in extreme cases, it burns your stomach and, in even more extreme cases, you vomit it up. But the latter happens mostly to dogs because they don't have gravity on their side like we do.