The ALTERNATIVE World Of Gumball

The Dream

Note: before we begin, sorry if this took forever to write, school's obviously been going on right now, I might not upload as often as before

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The Watterson's house.

Just like any other Tuesday night, well actually it's Wednesday, the family at the dining table, having dinner by 7:15. The TV left turned on in the living room, currently on air for any block-buster shows, or soon to be switched to the news.

"Mom, didn't you say we were having a 'hamburger helper' for dinner?"

Clark asked, with his eyes shifted to the left aiming at Nicole, the topic weighing now that they're having vegetables instead.

"Sometimes sweetie, we have to get off our culture for the sake of our health, okay? I recently found out process foods can give you..."

Shudders

"Cancer.."

She had an uncomfortable gaze as she said that, then proceeds to cook on the stove, beef steak specifically for Richard.

Darwin: then why are you cooking an entire beef steak that hasn't been chopped yet?

Nicole: just for your father, honey. You already know he's immune to any type of sickness when it comes to overly stacked calories.

Silence weighing their surroundings again, with Darwin for a moment pausing before letting out a "hmph" with a shrug in understanding a few seconds later, as the siblings proceed their way into finishing their meal.

Yet something was off..

Gumball, by the far side of the table seemed quiet, like.. William level quiet. He has his phone beside his plate, either scrolling through TikTok, ooorrr... Chatting with Penny again.

But despite to what it seemed casual, his expression's the one that's off, he looked.. dull. Most likely from what happened just now?

Darwin: Gumball? You okay dude? You look... Quite off today.

As Darwin calls his name out in concern, Gumball's eyes shifts, the gaze lacing blank in perfunctory. He then sighs, lolling his head to his right.

Shrugs

Not a word, even scoffing it off and proceeds to finish his food, leaving Darwin raising an eyebrow at him.

Darwin: it ain't good to leave yourself get bottled up, y'know?

Remarked by his brother, Gumball pauses from eating his meal, contemplating for a moment if he should open up or not. But pretty sure Darwin knows what's up with him, right..?

He shakes his head, thinking he's better off locked in instead.

Onwards

Heading inside the bathroom 2-3 hours after dinner, he walks to the faucet to brush his teeth, pouring the brush with toothpaste before doing so.

He lasted for a few minutes at the faucet, senselessly brushing every corner and side of his teeth. He held himself limp with his hand supporting him by holding onto the faucet, his left foot standing by the tip of its toe, the right being on foot on stand.

Few minutes later, he leans downwards the sink to spit out the paste foaming inside his mouth. Except that a painful bump hits his forehead, cause the moment he spat it out, his head hits the faucet, letting out a painful groan, holding his own wound in anger.