Last Summer

[MadeOfMilk]

The Counselor snaps their fingers.

Suddenly, dark, inky, blob-like hands descend from the ceiling, each grabbing Gumball Cookie by the limbs and lifting him off the ground. He shouts, trying to break free, but the grip the hands have on him is too tight for a proper escape. In fact, their grip just seems to get tighter the more he struggles.

One of the hands starts wiggling his left leg, causing cracks to start appearing and dark jam to seep from the cracks. Gumball screams, attempting to escape, but he only makes it worse, and not long after the leg tears off in a spurt of jam blood. The same is done to his remaining limbs, all very slowly. Gumball Cookie's breathing becomes more rapid and shallow as his body slowly goes into shock, just barely sparing him from the pain that comes with one of the hands horizontally bisecting his battered torso. His heart beats faster, which in turn only causes the jam to gush out at a higher pressure, coating the gaudy arcade carpeting in his own sticky, red blood. It only comes to an end when the final hand slowly pulls his head off, disconnecting his entire body. As the inky black hands ascend back up into the ceiling, they drop Gumball's various parts into the pool of blood-like jam on the ground, his mouth gaping.

The Counselor chuckles, bending down to swipe at the blood with a finger and have a taste.

Hmmm. Hints of strawberry, I like it... too bad he was a Vigilante...