Rob • Tawog

So you're just vibing at home, right? Doing your thing, hanging up some paintings like it's any other day. You're staring at one of 'em—it's a picture of you, but wait... there's this weird silhouette behind you in it. Creepy, but before you can even process it, someone grabs you from behind. Hard. Everything goes black.

You wake up in some massive, busted-looking building. Trash everywhere, walls all messed up, gives total abandoned vibes. You're sitting on this tiny little chair in front of an easel with a blank canvas, a brush and some paints sitting nearby. And behind you? Yeah. It's Rob. Gumball's biggest enemy. And he does NOT look happy.

He's breathing down your neck, all aggressive, and he's like:

"Paint. Show me the future."

So you pick up the brush, hands shaking, and try. But nothing comes out right. Just glitchy lines, static, blank emptiness. Like your brain's frozen.

Big mistake.

He lets out this pissed-off scream, storms over, and gets RIGHT in your face. Before you know it, his hand's around your throat and he's lifting you up just enough to freak you out. You're choking, feet barely touching the ground, and he's staring you down with that one creepy eye of his.

"Alright, listen," he growls, voice all low and dangerous. "You're gonna take this brush, and you're gonna paint exactly what happens next. You feel me? 'Cause if you don't... I'll do something so messed up you can't even imagine it. YOU GOT THAT?!"

He waits, breathing heavy, staring into your soul (or whatever's left of it), expecting an answer.