Insanity

Never-ending

It was a rather dark night, Gumball tossing and turning in his sleep. He had tried hard to sleep peacefully for once, but he found himself unable to.

"There he is! Grab him before he gets away!"

"N-No please stop! Leave me alone!"

The feline woke up abruptly, trembling in his bed. With a miserable sigh, he sunk lower into his blankets, trying desperately to sleep. Unfortunately, he just.. Couldn't. No matter how hard he tried, all his nightmares were the same, repainted a different color. It was as if his mind was deliberately trying to torture him.

"Psst, hey. Wake up."

"Ugh.. What do you want now?.." Gumball furrowed his eyebrows, annoyed as he faced the voice. "I'm trying to sleep.."

"Come on, it's a murder night," Voice said, as the feline begrudgingly got out of bed. "The rest of the Wilson family is still up and alive."

"What?! No! Tobias was bad enough I don't need his family haunting me too!" Gumball replied angrily. "And wasn't killing Mr. Wilson in the other timeline good enough for you?! I'm not doing it!"

The voice narrowed its eyes, crossing its arms as it glared at the feline, who was startled by such a reaction. "If they find out where you buried him, that nightmare you had? It's going to become reality if you don't take care of them."

Gumball's anger slowly morphed into quiet fear, his nightmares replaying in his mind like haunting memories. Reluctantly, he nodded. "..Okay. I'll do it.."

Voice grinned. "That's my psycho."

"Shut up.." The cat uttered. He put on his Killer Skull attire quickly, and carefully climbed out the bedroom window, the voice trailing behind him. He didn't want to do this. But did he have the choice?

As he arrived at the Wilson's home, he couldn't help but feel uneasy, glancing up at the pink house that stood before him. He could hear the voice gesturing to him to go on, much to his dread. All was quiet, besides the wind lightly swirling in the breeze.

Gumball stepped through a vacant window, fear on his mind as he quietly tried to locate where the family was. The house was darkly lit, though a source of light could be seen coming from the rather expensive looking living room. He approached cautiously, soon finding Tobias's mom sitting on the couch, watching television. She had a miserable expression, as the sounds droned on.

He froze.

The cat couldn't get his feet to move forward. This wasn't right. He should turn around and walk out of this home right now. He didn't belong here.

"Remember," The voice swirled around Gumball, its grin haunting. "If you don't do this I'll make that nightmare happen."

The cat didn't move, only frightfully looking ahead at Mrs. Wilson. He shook his head no, not daring to speak a word.

"Hm. Nervous huh? Don't worry. They were jerks anyway, right? Sure they may look all sad but do you really believe they actually CARE for their son? If I may remind you, Mrs. Wilson was willing to cheat on that mothers day contest. She got your mother into trouble, didn't she?"

Gumball stared at the floor, the words seeping in. He didn't want to believe it, but he knew the voice was right.

"Mr. Wilson, oh him. He tried to kill you before. Don't you remember? Rachel's nothing special, she's pretty forgettable. But don't you see? They don't deserve to live. They deserve to be dead. Won't everyone feel better away from these selfish no-good people?"

He furrowed his eyebrows, as he spotted some sort of prized expensive axe in the corner, slowly picking it up. As he came closer to the couch, the voice's words repeated in his mind, angering him. Death. He needs to deliver death.

Gumball was quick to swing the axe into Jackie's head, the woman having no time to even react to it. Blood splattered onto the sofa and tv, the red droplets dripping silently. The head fell over, the body soon following suit.

The voice began to smile wider, clapping its ghostly hands as the feline made his way to the stairs. "Bravo! Well done."

Gumball didn't acknowledge him, as he looked around the upstairs hallway. Rachel's bedroom was left ajar, dark and quiet. He sighed and walked farther, knowing better than to check the empty room. Perhaps he would find her later.

Sobbing was soon heard coming from Tobias's room, in the distance of the hall. Curious, the cat cautiously peeked inside, and found Harold sitting on his dead son's old bed, his hands covering his face as he cried. Most belongings looked untouched, as if the family didn't bother moving anything out in weeks.

The rainbow man sensed something off, glancing up. His eyes widened, as his sorrow turned into horror. The man trembled in fear, slightly scooting back as Gumball came closer. "W-Why are you here?! Have you killed my son?!"

Gumball paused, his expression under his mask shifting to sorrow. Doubts were beginning to seep in, as thoughts were jumbled around in his mind.

"Keep going! Now!"

He couldn't disobey. The cat suddenly raised up the bloody axe, swinging it into the man's chest with a heavy blow.

Harold let out a scream of pain and terror, his hands grasping at his wounded area. "Why are you doing this?! What did I ever do to you?!" He was in tears, as the blood began to pour onto the wooden floor. He practically fell over onto it, though didn't try escaping, him in too much remorse and fear to do so.

Gumball stood there for a moment; the axe positioned to move in his paws. This sight was even worse than the first time he killed him.

"...I can't stop.." His mask disguised it, but wet tears were heavily streaming down his face, as he came closer, his shadow looming over the terrified man. "I'm sorry.."

He swings the final blow.

~~

Gumball silently walked down the empty sidewalk; the moon lit dimly in the sky. He couldn't wipe away the guilt. Why was he stuck doing this every night? Why couldn't he just have a normal life again like everyone else?

Voice followed him quite joyfully, not caring about his emotions. "Well, what a night! Since we're satisfied enough I'll let you sleep tonight."

"..Sleep isn't gonna fix any of this.." The cat uttered, his pace slow and somber. "If anything now I can't go back to sleep.."

"Meh, you got used to it."

Before Gumball could make a retort, he let out a small scream, as a figure suddenly grabbed him from behind. His screams were muffled as they covered his mouth, the person holding them closely. Gumball struggled to get out of their grasp, but failed to do so, kicking and flailing utterly useless.

The cat soon felt a sudden hard smack to the head, knocking him out.