Monday morning, the police arrived. Leo was led out in handcuffs as his coworkers watched with visceral disgust. The "Grim Reaper" was gone; now, he was a monster in the eyes of the public.
Broken and alone, Leo attempted to end his life ten times. Ten times, the Gumball intervened—tripping alarms, spilling water on electronics—keeping its prize alive to feast on his despair. Finally, Leo was committed to a high-security psychiatric ward.
The Gumball rolled into the center of the white room, preparing to finally end Leo's life by choking him. But the Gumball had grown arrogant. A patient named Elias, whose mind lived in a world of colors, saw the red sphere. He didn't see a demon; he saw a treat.
Elias snatched the Gumball up. "Wait! I am the Architect of your Ruin!" the Gumball's mind screamed. CRUNCH. The shell shattered. The malice was met with mundane molars. Elias swallowed. Across the room, Leo took his first peaceful breath in twenty years. The shadow was gone. Digested.