TheOriginalObsessor

He glided over the clearing, the only sound being the whitenoise of the crickets and the steady, low beat of his wings. The tips of his boots slightly dragging along the snow, although leaving no trail, his arms dangling at his sides. He got to the gate of Gladenvale and flicked his eyes over it, his red halo casting a ruby hue onto his flawless skin, angular face, accented cheekbones. The gate was up and he dropped his gaze onto the frost-covered ground once more, gliding through the gate and through the town square. The sleepy city had few passerbys, all of which never removed their glance from the ground as they sluggishly made their way

Link charged down the hall, his feet padding against the cold, hard cement. He heard the whitecoats tailing him, shouting inaudible words, winded from the fight he put up to escape that damn "institution". Good luck, assholes. Link thought, chuckling. He made his way to Jerrica's cell block and slammed the door behind him, locking the two whitecoats out. No one was ever in the mortal section of the institution, so he would have no problem getting his sister and getting out. He smirked at the two guards pounding at the bullet-proof glass door. "Link!" Jerrica squeaked and ran over to the cell-door. "Yeah, I'm here. We're getting out of here,

Chapter 3- Gumball swiped the last bit of flour off of his trousers and hung his light-pink apron on it's designated hook. He sighed in relief as he looked at his cake, adoring the smell and artistic flare he'd added to the icing. He jumped when the kitchen door swung open and Fionna yelled "YEEEEHAWWW!" as she rode Cake over to the counter. Her best friend was in the form of a horse and as they'd reached their destination Fionna jumped off of her feline friend and the cat went back to her normal form. "Oh, Fionna, you startled me." he said, giggling. He walked over to the cake and held the knife above it. "Would you like a slice?" he ask

Chapter 1- Prince Gumball scribbled his signature on the last document of the day and lay it neatly on the stack. He let out a tired sigh and ran his fingers through his soft, gummy lockes. He pushed his chair back and brushed his silk pant legs off before getting up and pushed his office chair back into its position under the desk. Gumball made his way through the grand halls of the Candy Castle and finally pushed open the candy incrested double doors to his bedchamber. He sashayed his way to his walk-in closet and slid his dress-pants off and folding them sloppily, then set them in a basket for dirty clothing. He pulled on his silky dar