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[batlittleboy]

He didn't know who had done this.

He just knew, if he found them, he would end them.

It shouldn't have been possible for someone to sneak up on him. But they had. And it shouldn't have been possible for them to turn him into a bat. But they did. And he shouldn't be stuck like this.

But he was.

The little collar around his neck stopped him, some how. And he wasn't going to stay anywhere near home to wait for them to come back and find him. And Fionna's place...well, that had once been his too, and if they had it bobby trapped...

So that was how he ended up nosing under Gumball's blankets late that night. Or early that morning.

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[crackingmoralcodes]

Gumball wrapped himself around Marshall's velvety softness as he slid into the covers. A few hours later he woke enough to realize that there was something amiss.

When his eye's open to the sight of a small bat with a weird face in his bed, his reaction was to fling himself backwards as hard as he could. It seemed like the logical thing at the time, but as the hard wood made contact with his behind, he started to see the flaw in that logic.

"What in the name of Glob..." Rubbing his sore rear end he knelt up to get a better look at the bat. "Are you doing in my bed little bat, with your weebly woobly face and your fleas." He wasn't expecting a reply back, which was a mistake. there was never any telling what might answer you in the Land of Ooh.

[batlittleboy]

Really?

Using his claws, he pulled himself to the edge of the bed, which put him roughly on eye level with Gumball. Which wasn't a bad place to be.

"I don't have fleas."

[crackingmoralcodes]

"Of course you're a talking bat, because that's a wake up call everyone needs once." His eyes bore into the little bat as if trying to pick it apart molecule by molecule to discover to purpose of it being in his bed.

"The actual state of you're vermin count is irrelevant. Why are you in my bed?"

[batlittleboy]

"Really, is that the weirdest thing you've run into around here? You're talking bubblegum."

He scoffed, before realizing...Gumball had no idea he was him. He thought he was some random talking bat.

Yes.

"I'm hurt."

[crackingmoralcodes]

"Hurt?" This poor little bat was wounded, and somehow found his way into Gumball's bedroom... This was obviously a sign from Glob!

It was his duty as prince to love and care for this creature. Then when it was healthy and stable, he could experimenter on it. Who knows, this bat may hold the cure to the Felbien measles that had recently plagued the Fleb tribes that lived near the Candy Kingdom.

The clean up costs were colossal, and who would want to live in a kingdom that's surrounded by a bunch of Flebien bodies just strewn around haphazardly.

"I'll take care of you little bat, where does it hurt?" He said in his most caring voice.

[batlittleboy]

Oh, he was gonna play this up.

He was gonna play this up good.

"Ohhh, everywhere. I think my..." He did a quick check of body parts that could be not obviously injured. "Foot is hurt. But my whole body is sore..."

[crackingmoralcodes]

Gumball gently Picked up the creature and brought it close to examine it. Visually it appeared completely fine, there was no sign of physical trauma. Lifting it's wings carefully he checked for any burst blood vessels. Everything appeared to be in fine order.

"Perhaps a twisted ankle?" He offered hoping to get a little closer to the bat real ailment.

[batlittleboy]

That tickled a little. He tried to wiggle away, carefully, not wanting to make any undignified sounds while he did it.

"I dunno what's wrong with me."

It wasn't a lie.

[crackingmoralcodes]

This creature needed a proper examination, he had to get him to his lab. Unfortunately this bat was intelligent which meant he would understand what experimentation means, which could mean that there would be an ethical issue. That really didn't mean much to him, but people could get bend out of shape. Fiona might punch him again.

"Why don't we take you down to the kitchen little bat. Maybe find you a nice snack?" That should confuse it enough for him to knock him out.

[batlittleboy]

That could be nice. He crawled up Gumball's arm, settling into the hollow of his collar bone.

It was, after all, his favorite spot. And he possibly couldn't resist a little nip.

"I am hungry...."

[crackingmoralcodes]

Gumball jolted a little.

"Did you just bite me?" He asked straightening quick, trying to look at the bat accusingly, and failing miserably. All he could see was his own ruffles. This meant he would now have to run a gauntlet of tests on himself now too. He wondered if his excitement was a sign of insanity, he then wondered why the time spacey thingy was so wack.

Shaking his head he continued walking to his lab happily whistling softly.

[batlittleboy]

"Do you mind?"

It was hard to not sound like himself, and he put a plaintive little whine into his voice, leaning his head against Barnaby's shoulder to look cute. A wasted effort as the pink man continued down the corridor.

[crackingmoralcodes]

*bing*