Yes folks another crappy OCC fanfic, but this one is jut going to be about three chapters long ohhhh.
Rated: M, Pairing: Doug and Rigby

Chapter One: The Boot

Just another night out in the bar with the gang, the guys were enjoying their round drinks. Mordecai got about three phone numbers from the hot waiters who were working there. Skips and Benson enjoying there drinks a bit too much, their were really drunk, but they didn't care. Rigby was the drunkest out of everyone. Yelling out for more drinks, not caring how much each drink cost. He was the one who drink his ass off, not caring what happen that night.

"Go-Go-Go" were the people in the bar chanting to Rigby who was taking shots.

He stumble to someone who seem annoyed of his yelling.

"Hey-Hey man can you go over there..."

"WHO THE HELL YOU ARE TO ME WHAT TO DO HUH?"

"Your obvious drunk and your speaking if you were at a club."

"DON'T TELL ME HOW I CAN TALK"

"You know I could be home drinking without idiots like yelling me in the face."

The nice gentleman paid for his scotch, and put on his leather jacket on. But a certain someone wasn't done with him. The rascal raccoon grabs the man's arm and punch him in the gut. The man didn't flinch so much since it wasn't a hard punch. Instead he just push Rigby hard enough he fell on his feet.

Exiting out the bar he was pulling out his paid phone, but was push on to the ground. Rigby tackle him punching his back, with a bit more force. The man had enough with his childish act, he rolled off and began punching Rigby on the face.

"Break up the fight, you two are under arrested for disturbing the public."

The officers grab both man, the trash raccoon was arguing how it was guys fault. While the other man wanted wish he never opened his mouth.

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They were both stuck in the back of the cop car. Rigby was quiet half way till he woke up.

"Finally awake you idiot."

"...I don't think...I feel so good..."

"Huh you not feeling too good kid, and this is totally not your fault."

"...I'm totally being serious..."

"Too bad then, might as well enjoy the ride."

"...can they ...ugh...stop the car for a bit..."

"Hey Hey" the man yelled by picking his feet up.

"Shut up back there, we're almost there."

"Wha? Where are they taking me."

"Us, and there taking us in as they think we're two drunk dudes. While I'm too drunk since I know what to drink to not cause my self to look like an idiot like you."

"...uh oh..."

The drunken raccoon didn't realize his wrists were cuffed up. He didn't have his hands to cover what was going to happen next. The man lifted his feet on the set while watching the young man vomiting.

The cops noticed Rigby having his head slanted on the car seat. Plus you could also smelled the vile. Stopping the car for five minutes of so.

When arriving to the station, Rigby was uncuffed and handed a towel. Turning his head quickly around, that sure was embarrassing what happen in the car.

"Oh crap, how the heck do I explain Benson about this."

Rigby looked to his right to see the guy who he had a fight with. He was still drunk, since his version but could see the men having his head down.

"Um...hey you...sorry about the you ...the fight."

He remain silent before lifting his head, just to see Rigby expression. The guy had a pure hatred in his eyes. Scary it was to see his face, Rigby turn his head the other way.

"Well, well look who came back to the slammer."

The man turn his face away from the two cops.

"You know it's funny how I heard you escape, I thought you were the best criminal out there."

"Yeah, your really good changing your looks, Doug Shablowski."

Rigby threw his head up, it was Doug. The same otter who he hired and the one who try to steal his identity. But he didn't look like the same man he hired before.

Doug had manifest his look as a young weasel. A tall light brown, with a black jacket. One of the cops asked him to change back to his original self. He breathe in first then slowly change back to his otter self.

"There now Doug, was the so bad."

"You know I heard the judge has a lot of charges for inmates who escape prison."

"It sure does sucks to be you right now huh, ha-ha"

The two cops walked away laughing to his ashamed. Rigby pulled himself closer to Doug.

"Doug..."

"...just shut up Rigby."

An hour had passed, Rigby took a nap where he was sitting. He placed his face on his knees. While Doug was thinking of a new plan to escape. He couldn't stand being locked up. A man like him deserved to be free and not lock up. Sure he stolen things and people credit cards. But he's been doing it so long he thought it wouldn't hurt to settle down with someone. Maybe have a child, then again when that kid grows up he/she is gonna go to school. That means money is gonna be wasted. It could be better not having any children, having a partner is good enough.

Doug looked back to Rigby who was still asleep. This was his fault, and he was hoping nothing else go bad.

"Rigby and Doug Shablowski, it seems the jail is over crowded. So we're gonna have to transfer you two to prison."

"What, oh god please don't sent me there. I'm promising you that my friend is gonna be here any second."

"You know how many times I have heard that sonny, come on. Get back in the car and don't talk."

The fat cop took the two-man back into the car. Hand cuff by wrists and ankles.

"I can finally say this sucks balls, and its the worse day ever."

"Believe me jail is ten times worse prison. But look at the bright side I have a good reason to beat you up when we get there"

The cop came back in the car, the drive was a while. Both men fell asleep from the long drive, there heads were close to each other. When the car stop Doug's face smack on to Rigbys' cheek. His eyes slowly open, he felt his checks turning red.

'What the heck...was I...'

"Wake up you too back there, welcome to home."

Rigby stumble off the car but falling and laying on to his side. Doug was yank when the raccoon fell. He was hoping to god that there cuffs weren't chain together, sadly they were.

The cop escort the two into the worst place they could be right now, prison. Where the walls are 20 ft tall. Doug was getting greetings from some of his old friends while Rigby was being hit on. Men yelling out to Rigby, saying his there bitch or his ass already being claim.

When they arrive to the cell, the cop un-cuff them. And told them that to behave once he left.

Rigby was pin down the moment the cop left. His mouth was cover and Doug's shoulder was on his neck. Making it unable to breathe, or to talk.

"Now you listen up, you're in my turf. You're the shit head that got me back into this place. As today your my bitch."

Rigby struggle to get out of his grip. But he was much stronger than he look, he could see his muscles flexing. He wait for the raccoon to nodded back as a yes to his request.

In the end the weaker man accepted his request and Doug got off.

"What are the benefits of being your bitch..."

"For one thing I can beat you anytime I want and no body can touch you."

"So are you protecting me?"

"I kind of don't want to see your ass getting hit on by another dude who cut you up once he's done doing it. Just always stay close to me."

Rigby didn't like the idea of belonging to someone but at the same time he didn't want anyone's penis close to his ass. What he really wanted to know if Mordecai could bail him out before something horrible happens to him.

He look around the room, a bunk bed and a toilet. There wasn't a sink, just a small cell with white walls. Rigby began to twitch and his breathing was quicker then usually. Doug watch him run around the room, thinking only one thought.

How to escape this cell since they put him on the 4 fourth floor, the highest row in jail.

"I can't breathe, I need more space."

"Relax man, the cops do let us out during the day when the weather is not that bad."

"I need to get out" Rigby was slamming his fists on the metal door. "Please this is a mistake, I don't belong here. Please take me out of here."

"Talk about a whiner, maybe I should clam him down" He walked over to Rigby to pining him down again."you gotta relax man, any of these cops don't know you're a loser. But they might think your some high-class criminal like me."

Rigby was starting to relax and was coming to his senses.

"I just hate close walls or small space. Freaks the hell out of me"

Doug patted him on his back and said to just try to sleep. It would sound like a good idea but the cell was freezing cold. The blanket that the jail provided was very thin and wasn't good material.

"I'm taking top bonk since I'm your chief, plus I like it."

Rigby didn't wanted be in the cell any longer, he's scared he get his ass grab and or worse. but he walked up to his lower bunk. Try to cover himself with the blanket. Maybe tomorrow he can try to contact Mordecai.

Im not sure if you guys know or not but I'm planning writing more of my otp. Yes Doug and Rigby.

So I hope you enjoy this really short fanfic, it's gonna be those fanfics where they rush in the romance and blah blah. But there people who like rush fanfics

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