Gumlee One-Shots

Bloody Hell! (⚠️)

[CW: blood and major character death]

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Red wasn't a usual colour to see. Not in a normal home, no. But in the Abadeer residence, it was far too common than desired. Marshall Lee Abadeer, the owner of the house, was quite fond of the colour red; whether it be his clothing or his food, it had to have at least one red. A childish behaviour that his boyfriend had grown used too and frankly, did not mind. Blood, though, was far too uncommon in the two humans house.

Speaking of his boyfriend, Barnaby Gumball had just entered their house and had noticed red liquid all over the floor. It was clearly too dark and translucent for it to be paint but Gumball had given himself the benefit of the doubt. "Marshall. I swear if you're playing with the paint ball guns with Fionna inside the house again, I'm making you clean up the entire place with your toothbrush!" Though, the red 'paint' was nowhere like splotches, more like a smeared line on the floor, leading straight to the kitchen door and presumably continued further. On top of that, there was only one colour and one thick streak.

The worried man wearily looked around, glimpsing at his surroundings only to find that a few things had been toppled over but that could just be Marshall not cleaning up after himself. Gumball was too scared to move. He had just come home from an exhausting day of work and all he wanted to do was relax a bit with his love before getting a good nights' rest. Because of obvious reasons, that was not going to be possible.

Barnaby swallowed whatever remained in his dried mouth, letting his saliva go down as harshly as a ball of needles before finally getting the courage to examine what was actually on the ground. Kneeling down, he scooped up some of the cold substance on to his index finger before feeling it between his digit and thumb. Now, Gumball had dealt with blood times a many at work, a requirement for a neurosurgeon but it still made him sick to the stomach knowing that this might belong to the one he loved and with further inspection, he figured out it was slightly fresh from the dampness. With trembling hands, he pushed himself off the ground before swallowing harshly again. Never had he hesitated while operating on a live human; never had he been scared knowing someone's life was in his hands but now, now he was scared.

Barnaby Gumball was terrified.

He didn't want to move. He didn't want to know if what he thought was real. He didn't want to know that behind the closed kitchen door, might lie a limp, lifeless Marshall Lee that he will no longer be able to hold. He didn't want to know that he would wake up the next morning alone. He didn't want to know that no one would kiss him good bye when he went off to work. He didn't want to know that the usual little pranks that were played on him would just disappear. For once in his life, he wanted to be stupid. He wanted to run away with his tail between his legs and refuse he saw any of this. Refuse that his lover could potentially be, well, dead.

"Curiosity killed the cat..." He supposed but satisfaction will not bring it back this time. Speaking of cats, Schwabelles wasn't around either but Gumball had bigger things to worry about. It took another moment or so of reassuring himself that things are ok before his legs could move again and although he should be running to check on his lover, his legs refused to move any faster as though they would shatter if he stepped too fast. The suspense was killing him but the distance was decreasing at an unmovable rate, just like his dread.

Tears were yet to form in the others' violet eyes but terror was still evident. The male had no knowledge of how long it had been since he'd arrived, just presumed that it had been at least five minutes when in reality, he'd unknowingly had rushed and only taken a few seconds.