gumball x carrie

7

Gumball awoke in the middle of the night. He heard something downstairs. He shrugged it off, thinking it was all in his head. He then suspected it was more than that when he heard something get knocked over. He reached under his bed and picked up his old baseball bat and went downstairs. He could see the shadow of the intruder. Gumball turned on the lights and tackled the uninvited visitor, which turned out to be a little ghost girl.

"Wait, please! Don't hurt me!" said the girl.

"What the hell do you think your doing, sneaking into my home in the middle of the night?!"

"I'm sorry, I just-"

"Shut the hell up! I'm calling the cops!" Gumball reached for the phone but the girl tackled him.

"Please, let me explain." Gumball threw her on the ground. He picked up a kitchen timer and dialed it.

"Okay," Gumball started. "You have two minutes."

"I'm looking for someone! I know this sounds crazy, but I'm from the future, and I've really messed up the space-time continueum! I have to fix it or else my cousin will completely be erased from existance! Now, I need to find my mother and father so they can help me!"

Gumball stopped the timer.

"Seriously? Breaking into my house is one thing, but lying to me is just adding insult to injury! And another thing- if you're looking for someone, you look in the f*cking phonebook, not break into random people's homes!"

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Then prove it!"

"When I got here, I appeared outside a high school detention room, and I saw you making out with a girl through the window!"

"Wait...you were the one that made that loud noise!"

"I indeed was."

"So you are telling the truth..." Gumball said now astonished. "How old are you anyway? You look a little young to be traveling through time alone."

"I'm 11. My name is Marmalade."

"Marmalade? The hell kind of name is that?"

"My Mom named me, alright?"

"Whatever. So how old is your father? I might know him."

"He's 15 this year if I did my math right. He's about your height, and he looks a lot like you."

"What's his name?"

"Gumball Watterson."

"...I'm...Gumball Watterson. Oh Jesus..." Gumball sat in the recliner.

"So your my daughter..."

"And your my Dad! Thank god I found you!" Marmalade said as she hugged her father.

"Did I adopt you? Because we're not event the same species."

"No, I'm not adopted. My Mom's a ghost."

"C-Carrie's a ghost..."

"Yeah, you know her! Carrie Booregard!"