The ALTERNATIVE World Of Gumball

Nothing but a hybrid

Note: just one more chapter, we're good.

Note 2: sorry for.. publishing a long time :3
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Another day, another pain in the fuckin ass for Elmore as blue catboy Gumball Watterson sets himself into another problem again. What could be the problem in question? Well you can already get a clue from the title, but if you guessed it, good job cause it's a chapter of Gumball feeling...

Talentless.

(Well I mean, that's already the fuckin title)

Well, he has one talent that everyone knows he has, and that is bringing hell into town for his lousy ideas.

This scene takes place in the Watterson's house, as usual, during the weekends. We can see Gumball slumped on the couch, with his thumbs dancing on the gaming controls while focused on the screen. We can see Clark doing the same thing, as they sit next to one another.

They've recently transferred their console to the living room, where it gets uncomfortable whenever they play beside each other on the edge of the small bunk bed in their bedroom.

"Ugh, Clark can you stop spamming with the combos, it's getting annoying.."

Gumball complained sternly, as he slumped against the couch with the controller on his lap, struggling against the match.

"You know, if you could just get your sitting position together, you least get an advantage."

*proceeds to swing him the same combo*

"CAN YOU NOT DAMMIT-"

Gumball grumbles in annoyance before sliding his position upwards, as his brother tensed him mid-game. He gets more aggressive with his game play, as his movements on the controller starts to become even more quick and forceful.

Despite locking in, well.. the older ones will always have the experience, Clark knocks him out of the ring (not literally), seeing Gumball's character fall off the floating island in defeat. As a large Arctic blue beam blasts in the background diagonally. A text pops out by the center of the screen that reads and says "GAME" with an echoing voice.

"I- wha!?- HUH!?!!"

Gumball was too in shock to even coherent a word, as he's left shocked, bewildered, and in disbelief. How did Clark defeat him that easily when he didn't play for months, and Gumball has been training FOR months?

His jaw left hanging, with his back slumped with a visible frown on his face. His eyes twitched first before eventually crashing out, whipping the controller against the coffee table.

"AM I REALLY THAT FUCKIN TALENTLESS!?"

He walks upstairs in an upset manner, with his feet stomping with each step on the staircase. You can hear a faint door slam that followed as soon as Gumbs reached their second floor.

Clark sighs, listening to his brother's 'whining' as he grabs the TV remote and returns the game back to the lobby, his elbow resting on top of the arm rest as he rests the side of his head against his fist, his eyes were aimed at the screen.

"Gumball, it's better to be talentless rather than having a talent on gaming, because that literally just proves that you ain't got no life."

His voice is calm, but raised up a little. As it was enough for Gumball to hear from upstairs.

"WELL THAT'S STILL A TALENT AND I DONT HAVE THAT, DOESNT THAT MEAN I GOT NOTHING IN PRIVELEGE!?"

He yelled back with a muffled voice coming from the bedroom in response,