"(Y/N) please LEAVE! I have to clean up this whole mess and re-bake everything! This is all your fault!" Gumball yelled, he was facing away from you, but you could feel the anger coming off him in waves, his hands where clenched to his sides and he shook.
He was beyond angry, something that was quite unusual, yet you didn't blame him for being angry.
You ruined the cake he worked so hard on for the Candy Ball, not only that you all but destroyed the kitchen. The ginger bread doors where split clean in half, there was cake everywhere, it was on both of your clothes, on the walls, cupboards, windows, floor the ceiling.
How you managed to do all this you don't even know, and you are sure as hell Gumball didn't know ether.
You shakily brought yourself to your feet, bits of cake and candy fell from your clothes and hair. You refused to look at him, as you felt sick to your stomach.
All you wanted to do was run away- because you where scared, Gumball never got like this, he never once raised his voice when you messed something up, never.
You would apologize, he would except it, then you both would clean up the mess and call it a day.
You opened your mouth to apologize "Im so sor-" "NO!" Gumball interrupted you, and you shut your mouth right up, and a lump formed in your throat. "GET OUT! Get out, and don't come back! I've had enough of you and your childish antics, I don't want to see you here again!" He finally faced you, and you could see his usual pink face was now dark red, his glare seemed to burn a hole into your soul, a feeling that was close to hate, swam in them.
"B-but" "OUT!" he so rudely interrupted you, pointing towards the half-broken gingerbread door he hissed; "And if you refuse to go, I will order my banana guards to kick you out!" he held no mercy. Not for you, not this time.
Your lipped wobbled and you felt your eyes water slightly, but you listened, for once, and walked out of the kitchen. Your head was bowed down, and you stumbled into the candy-coated lobby feeling numb the whole way.
If you stayed, just for a few moments, perhaps you would have seen the hate in his eyes melt into purple pools of regret, or the way his shoulders sagged when you left the kitchen, dejected.
"Well hello (Y/N)! Would you like some tea?" Peppermint maid greeted you in the usual way, but she looked concerned. "N-no, no thank you." You tried to walk as quickly as possible, you don't want to break down in the lobby now, would you?
Peppermint maid strode by your side with ease, towards the grand door. "May I ask what's wrong (Y/N)? You look terribly sad," Peppermint maid looked at the broken ginger bread door, and you watched as her little eyes widened. "Would you like to talk about it in the candy parlor?" She asked in a motherly tone. A tempting offer, but you know Gumball wouldn't stand for that. You shook your head and opened the door...
...And you ran out.
You ran as if the Lich was nipping at your heels, and not once did you look back. You would have surely broke down if you did.
'I have to hide... I want to get away' You thought of all the possible places you could hide and wallow in. Fionna and Cake's place? No, they would probably start asking questions. Marshall's cave? No, he would make fun of you.
Your super secret hiding spot?
Yes, the most perfect place to hide. It was near Ice-Queen's home, so no one would think to look for you there.
You ran for a few minutes until you where close, and then started jogging, you didn't feel well at all, You felt like you had a pit in your stomach.
This was all your fault. Gumball hated you now. You knew it. You felt it, and it broke your heart.
You where finally standing in front of your top-secret hiding place, which in truth was just a deep hole in the ground being covered with snow and a piece of bark.
You shivered as the cold air nipped at your nose and the back of your neck. You bit your lip, and walked quickly to the make shift door, you pushed it to the side and crawled into the hole, making sure you where comfortable before covering the opening with the bark once more.
Curling up in a fetal position you closed your eyes and let out a yawn, you rubbed your hands up and down your arms, in an attempt to warm yourself up. You felt the snow soak your (Shorts, Pants) and you let out a pitiful cry. You where so cold, you made a mental note to find a suitable place to make a permanent home when you come out of 'hiding'.
'Gumball hates me...' You wanted to cry, but you couldn't. Thoughts circulated in your head, you tried to think of ways you can make it up to him. You didn't like it when someone was angry at you especially not him.
'So he doesn't want me to come back? Fine! I won't come back! I'll stay here forever then.' What an irrational thought. As you sat there in silence, you could feel sleep finally coming, and you where grateful for it. You where both physically and mentally worn out.
You closed your eyes, and you where lulled to sleep by the harsh winds blowing outside, thoughts of Gumball all pushed to the back of your mind.
'Who needs him?'
