Insanity

The Woods

Gumball couldn't remember much of what had happened, besides.. The Wilsons... But after that was a blur. How long had he been asleep? Where was he? Who knocked him out?

His questions only grew, as he woke up to find himself in the forest, the ground muddy and the environment dark and unsettling. The cat sat up, realizing something was missing. Carefully, he felt his face, his fear worse. His mask was gone.

"Ah, you're awake."

Gumball flinched, as he looked up slowly, discovering a rather familiar figure step closer. His eyes widened, as he recognized them. "R-Rob?! What are you doing here?! Why did you kidnap me?! Wait, is this some sort of villain thing again?"

"No it's not some villain thing!" The figure, now revealed to be Rob, replied angrily. However, his anger dwindled, as sorrow took place. "Look I.. I need to talk."

The cat watched him with worry, seeing the cyclops slightly uneasy as well. He was about to ask why, but his mind already answered for him. No. He didn't. Did he?

"Gumball, I think we both know about the murders recently, right? Look I'm not beating around the bush. I know it was you."

Gumball's expression turned into sheer horror, as he desperately stood up to face him. "P-Please don't tell! I know it's wrong but I can't control it!"

He knew there wasn't a point to object to the claim, especially with his obvious outfit. "Wait.. Why would you be talking about this?.."

Rob became forlorn, letting out a sigh. "..You and I can't both exist."

Tears began to fill his eyes, the cat figuring out what he meant. "Rob please.. You don't believe that right?.. I-I'm no bad guy.. Honest.."

"Gumball, look at yourself. You've been murdering innocent people to satisfy your own pleasure. No so-called hero does horrific things." Rob's sorrow slowly morphed into resentment.

"It's not my fault!" Gumball replied desperately, as tears fell into the muddy terrain. "You see there's this voice in my head and he makes me do all this stuff! I can't even stop him! I haven't even been able to sleep because of him!"

"A voice? Some imaginary voice that you made up in your mind is making you do murder?" The cyclops grew more angry, approaching closer, much to the feline's fear.

Gumball took a few steps back, afraid to be near him. "..I know it sounds really.. Insane.. But I-I'm trying to be the good guy again! It's just.. Nobody listens.. Nobody wants to care.."

"Are you even hearing yourself? They're afraid of you because you've killed . You've had another's blood on your hands. You can't change that."

"..But-"

Rob cut him off. "You're a monster, Watterson. You're no hero."

He suddenly revealed a sharp knife, the sight of it making Gumball squeak in fear. The cyclops then grabbed him and held him down, the knife close. "There can't be two villains, you said it yourself didn't you? I'm going to end it right here, right now. You won't hurt anyone anymore."

Gumball began to panic, struggling to get away from him, as the blade was inches away from his throat. Tears poured down his face, wetting his dark shirt. "Rob stop! Please I-I'm sorry!"

The cyclops paused, his anger briefly turning to regret. However this gave the feline the chance to break free. He cried out in pain, as Gumball kicked him hard in the glitched up chest, making him lose his grip on the knife, the feline now able to escape. Angry, Rob lifted the weapon, as he stood back up. "You did this Gumball! You ruined your own life and I won't let you take away mine!"

"Just leave me alone! Please!" Gumball was crying horribly, trying to outrun him as best as he could. It was too dark of night to be able to see anything, as he was smacked in the face with countless branches.

Suddenly, the feline tripped over a log, letting out a yelp as he fell into the mud with a slight splash. He looked up warily, seeing Rob up ahead. The cyclops was straight up furious now, much to his fear.

"Don't just stand there you idiot!"

Gumball flinched, as the voice rang in his ears. "Now is not a good time Voice, just go away!"

"You will DIE if you don't kill him!"

"Shut up! I can't kill my nemesis okay?! I don't wanna hurt him!" The cat glanced back frightfully, unaware his eyes had changed to its gray color at that point. His breathing was getting more panicky and ragged, as he tried to block out the voice's words.

It wouldn't stop talking. It only circled around him, getting louder and louder and more angry. "Do you want to die knowing everyone will hate you when they find out?!"

"STOP IT!" In tears, Gumball screamed, on his knees weeping there in the soggy mud.

Why was he stuck with this? Why couldn't he be normal for once? Why couldn't he stop fearing his life was in jeopardy? He was frustrated with everything. As Rob got closer, knife in hand, everything felt like falling dominos. He couldn't stop.

The cat stood up and practically charged at the cyclops, knocking him over with a heavy thud. He took the knife, breathing heavily as tears fell down his face. However, his grip began to shake, as emotions collided with each other in his mind. He could even hear his voice beginning to break. "I-I'm sorry Rob.. You know too much..."

Rob only mustered a small tear.

Gumball swiftly stabbed him in the head, as glitchy dark gray blood began to leak from the wound. The cyclops was dead in seconds, only lying motionlessly on the ground. He shouldn't have had to die.

The feline looked at him for a few minutes, feeling numb to it all. It felt meaningless having to kill him. It practically was like ripping out a friend from his life. Of course it wasn't like he had a choice. All he ever was able to do was destroy everything around him.

Silently, he stood up, as his decision was settled.

Gumball gently carried Rob's body, as he soon found a nice grassy hill he was familiar with. On his way, he found his mask, and had placed it back onto his face, not saying a word, as well as keeping the knife with him. Making it up the top, he began to dig beside an old tree, scraping the dirt with his claws. The hole became big enough.

He dropped the cyclops into it, and proceeded the burial, scooping the dirt into the hole with his paws. As he finished the task, he looked up at the tree. Raising the bloody knife, he slowly carved into it.

Rob.

He dropped the weapon, as well as to his knees. He began to sob.