Insanity

It All Falls Down

Gumball ran down the street, terrified out of his mind, as four French fry police officers were chasing him down. It was now getting tiring, as he was almost just about ready to give up. Yet, a part of him refused, afraid of seeing everything crumble the moment he surrenders.

"Get back here!"

Before he could react, a loud gunshot was heard, waking up several people in the neighborhood, telling by lights clicking on in homes. They were trying to shoot him. Panicking, Gumball quickly hid behind some bushes, now out of the policemen's sight. However his breathing was horrible at this moment, all the terrifying thoughts of what could happen flooding his head.

"Did you see what they looked like?"

"Yes sir."

His fear grew worse by that sentence.

I have to kill them.

Gumball quickly ignored that thought. Why did he even think of that? Murder was not the answer, he didn't want it to be. However, he noticed a knife near a garbage can behind him, fairly dull but gleaming in the moonlight. It was scarily convenient.

There wasn't much choice, was there?

Picking the weapon up quietly, the feline looked back over at the officers, watching them search the area for his whereabouts. He didn't realize his gray eyes appeared, not like he could see it, as he stood up from the bushes, revealing his hiding spot.

Noticing this, the officers raised their guns back up, prepared to shoot once more.

"No violence anymore, please.. You already have what you want. I give up."

Raising an eyebrow, the policemen lowered their guns, but still kept them where they could get them quickly. They very much did not trust him.

Gumball kept the knife behind his back, trying hard to keep from blowing his plan. He needed this to work. Quick kill, then he can forget all about it and never have to think of it again. ..Hopefully.

"How do we know you won't do anything?" The first officer questioned, narrowing his eyes. He had a feeling in his gut that something was off.

"Well.." Gumball kept his eyes on them, not wanting to lose track. For all he knew, one could sneak behind him. He was struggling to keep it together. He couldn't afford to break down crying, not right now. As he stood there, he formulated a quick plan.

"Kid.. What are you doing?.." All four officers knew something was wrong, suspicious by the way the cat was acting, telling by his rather nervous, almost terrified demeanor.

Suddenly, a knife went into the first officer's forehead, causing him to fall over onto the pavement.

Startled, the others quickly raised their guns back up, firing at the bush right away.

"Wait a second there's nobody-" Before the second cop could finish, the same knife sliced into his chest from behind, as he bled out immensely, suffering the same fate as the first.

The third and fourth officer were looking around frantically, trying to figure out what was going to happen. By now they knew they had been tricked, and were rather annoyed at such.

"Boo."

Turning around quickly, the third ended up stabbed in the chest just like the second officer. The fourth was horrified, looking around the area as he backed away, his gun trembling in his grip.

However, he was then stabbed in the back of the head, walking right into the blade.

Gumball stood there for a moment, allowing himself to calm down and catch his breath. He barely saved his life, let alone his normalcy. He couldn't help but be upset at the fact, how his death count was higher than it should be by now. The cat couldn't remember how high it was, but he figured it was at least ten. Ten too many.