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Chapter 1 - The Dance

//A/N: Sorry for the long update. I got seriously busy. On the other hand - HAVE YOU GUYS WATCHED THE NEW EPISODE "The Cringe"? OH MAN, I DIED HAHAHAHHHHH - I'm so glad they decided to add more depth into Hot Dog Guy's existence in the show? I love it so much 100%. The part when HDG leaned in for a kiss though, as if these two couldn't get any gayer. Keep in mind I made some references of that episode in this story so if you think I'm making things up, watch the episode. (P.S. As a reminder, they are human teens in this story ok? Maybe 15/16 year olds. Just reminding you all lol. Thanks.)//

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"Welcome to the humble abode that you are currently seeing with your own pair of tiny eyes. It's a building much like any other? NOT. That's what people will tell you. However, my friend, this 'old rusty building ' you hear them say — is ANYTHING but that! For this ancient work of architecture is the aftermath of a genius. The byproduct of a mind soaked in pure determination to create a place of rest, a place of safety — meanwhile ensuring the lives that stays in it will forever call it their place of residence."

Hot Dog paces around as he shoves a two-page ceremonial speech into Gumball's ear, flaunting his hands in each turn of words and raises his voice accordingly to fit the flow of his babbling. Sadly, as his words fly into Gumball's ear, it flies out of the other.

"Meanwhile the English language is truly expressive, containing seemingly an infinite variety of words, synonyms, antonyms, terms — none could EVER describe the true loyalty of this building, for always keeping us warm in freezing wind and keeping us chill in burning heat, there is only one way I can describe it." 

"It is what I simply call..."

Hot Dog melodramatically bends his back which causes his face facing the ground, a painful facial expression stuck onto his face that looks like someone who would say "I would die a thousand deaths for you". As his friend waits for him to finish his sentence, Hot Dog raises his arms upwards towards the building — his eyes gleam with fires of passion.

"home."

Gumball's face shows an empty, dull soul trapped in a meat prison (his body).

"Okay. It's a nice house."

"I was hoping for an impressed reaction or some scripted movie quote, but that alone suffices just fine for absolutely no reason."

"HA—" Gumball snorts.

As they share a comical laugh, Gumball eyes the building in every nook and crannies, inspecting thoroughly.

The front side is guarded by black fences with chains and locks forming a gate, the fences are high — higher than Gumball's life motivation. The edges and bolts of the fence are crowded in rust. While the rust may seem bad to some, it shows an impression of loyalty — it must've been sitting there for a while, protecting both the house and everyone in it.

The house consists of three sections, the left, right and front. The front is the main attention of the whole building, due to its size being larger than the other two sections. Three windows are placed on it, one being regular-sized and the other two being large ones. Below the line on windows sits a great pair of antique wooden doors with golden rods. The left side is similar to its opposing side, the right section. It consists of one single large window. In-between the left and front section is a chimney, standing taller than the rest of the sections.

While all three of the sections has its differences, all are seemingly made of brick walls and topped off with triangular roofs. 

A number of oak trees accompany the building, giving the man-made structure a taste of nature. The whole look gives off the impression of an antique, stoic building — with the companions of life, completing it. The house itself is just riddled with several philosophies, it gives this impression to anyone who analytically observe it — even to those who are just passing by, too.