Chapter 1 ~Mini Arc 1: Slipping Through The Cracks~

Here, a new story, sorry about that! I had this stuck in my head. I already have 3 chapters, but 2 are being written right- YUKI YUKI YUKI YUKI YUKI! Sorry, I'm listening to that song. I got through 4 hours a year ago, so I'm only doing the 1 hour one then listening to Kokoro Kokoro Kokoro or Gurousox3 idk how to spell it. Anyways, this one is set 7 months after Diary.

Rigby couldn't sleep. He knew the reason, but it wasn't something he could just talk about.

Mordecai had been dead drunk, he didn't remember. Rigby thanked the Lord for these little gifts from God.

C.D.D. had decided it was his turn even though Rigby already had told him that he made plans on accident.

"You very well know Thursday is one of my days!" Coon-Dog-Deity, C.D.D., or as Rigby says, C.D., yelled.

"Can't I have one Thursday? Night?!" Rigby had screamed, not at all in the mood for a fight with the Raccoon Dog thing that had made its home inside of Rigby.

C.D.'s purple eyes had flashed dangerously, and he was about to start a huge fight where Rigby would have to take a sick day to recover without them finding out, when the door opened.

2 pairs of eyes, one purple, one brown, whipped towards the door to see a blue avian barely able to stand.

"Mordecai!" Both Rigby and C.D. cried. Most of the time, when it was C.D.'s day, he would spend the day as Rigby and make ties with them. Very breakable ties, for all except Mordecai.

Both him and Rigby would die without Mordecai.

Well, and without each other.

You see, right when Rigby was born, he was sick. When the raccoon popped out, he hadn't been crying.

It was a scare, but his mother made him healthy by talking to a Deity.

The Deity's son needed a vessel and Rigby needed life.

So they put the Deity inside Rigby, the 2 souls Yin-Yanging together.

Their sous somehow melded together. If one soul died, the other would follow.

If Rigby died, C.D. died as well. If C.D. died, Rigby died also.

Mordecai had stared at the 2 for awhile.

"Ugh... wh-who are you?" He asked C.D.

He had sighed and said, "I'm C.D.D, but you can call me C.D."

Rigby exhaled sharply.

Seriously?

"What... are... you... doing... here?" He slurred out.

Rigby and C.D. sighed.

Booze.

"Me and Rigby are brothers, basically. Inseparable."

Rigby had growled slightly at that. Mordecai didn't need to know about that.

The 2 dragged Mordecai to his bed, and the avian fell asleep almost immediately after his head hit the pillow.

"He better not remember." Rigby had said.

That had been 4 days ago. Tomorrow was the anniversary of his mother's death, his sister's exactly a year before their mom, and his best friend's (before Mordecai, actually, the death was the only reason Mordecai was Rigby's best friend.) death 2 years before.

Rigby finally got up at 2:00 am.

It was time to make the anniversary cake.

That was a secret that he kept from the group. He could bake, he actually was a good cook, and he could sing.

Oh yeah, and the monster living inside of him.

Oh, hey, and the abuse he suffered from his dad, plus the fact that he watched his mother kill herself….

Yeah, he definitely was lying about not having secrets. With Margaret's diary? Yeah.

"I'm a horrible person! I watched my mother kill herself when I was a kid and lied to everyone! My father hated me and used to abuse me! I have a monster living inside of me!" Rigby screamed, closing his eyes and breathing heavily as the Margaret clone thing disappeared.

"Rigby..." Mordecai whispered, Skips watching with wide eyes.

Rigby put up a hand. "Don't ever, EVER, fucking talk about this, EVER, got it?" Silence ensued, and Rigby turned, desperation in his eyes.

Then he pleaded, in a voice that sounded so pitiful that they had to promise.

"Please…" They promised and Rigby wiped tears out of his eyes.

"Yeah…"

Rigby shook his head.

He crept down the stairs to the kitchen and got out the stuff.

Crap.

They didn't have everything.

"Seriously, does no one go out and buy stuff in this house?" Rigby asked.

"I know." Rigby was not surprised when C.D. appeared and answered.

"We have to go shopping."

3 hours later, Rigby was back with C.D., both carrying armfuls of groceries.

Rigby had just wanted to get the cake supplies, but C.D. coaxed him into buying food to stock the house.

Rigby relented.

Now they had so much food and cake ingredients to feed an army.

Sometimes Rigby really understood he didn't need to work at the Park.

With this magical being beside him, he would have enough money to feed him forever.

Limitless. Except the dang Coon-Dog was never going to let him quit.

Actually, it was a rarity for the thing to share as much money as he had today.

So at 5'oclock, Rigby got all the ingredients and started the cake.

He suddenly started singing I Miss You by Avril Lavigne.

C.D. sang along with him.

They sang soft enough not to wake anyone, but loud enough to hear it themselves.

They baked together.

"Jeeze, Rigby. How much cake are we making?"

"Enough."

"So, you gonna fake it and say it's from the bakery again?"

They didn't notice the whole group coming in and hearing them.

Mordecai and Pops had left the house to meet with them.

They had been discussing the weird stuff with Rigby.

Benson was about to walk in when Mordecai put a hand up, and signaled for them to listen.

"Do you think he remembers?" Rigby asked suddenly, stopping his mixing of the wet portion of cake. (A/N: OMG that is not dirty, got it?!)

C.D. didn't stop measuring and pouring the dry ingredients. "Who? Mordecai? Nah, you saw how drunk he was. He wouldn't remember if you had screamed at him and beat his face in. Don't worry. All I said was we were basically brothers! I didn't say anything huge."

Rigby went back to mixing. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

He hummed the beginning bars of Hurt Me by Kerli.

"So full of rage, the human race. Hold me while I'm falling down!" He sang, then C.D. sang, "Rearrange what you have found."

"Hurt me!" They both sang, C.D. starting to make the icing and Rigby mixing the dry and wet ingredients together.

"See me crawling on the floor, is that what you've been longing for?" Rigby sang.

"Hurt me!" They cried in unison.

"Is this enough, do you want more?" C.D. sang, and then they went on in unison, "Go on if it makes you soar!"

They sang it again, but C.D. sang Rigby's part last time and Rigby sang C.D.'s.

"I probably should go." C.D. said, sighing.

Rigby nodded. "Yeah, ok." They gave an awkward hug, and almost immediately let go.

C.D. chuckled slightly and vanished.

Rigby went back to cooking.

"You hate my face.

My sweet embrace.

You hate me when I'm all around.

Enjoy it when I'm burning down."

He hummed and sang the chorus as he finished and poured the batter into a caked pan.

After some humming, he sang the chorus again.

He sighed when it was over and just kept cooking.

"Alright, no more sad angsty stuff. I got a perfect song!" He gave a chuckle and sang,

"Party girls don't get hurt

Can't feel anything, when will I learn

I push it down, push it down."

He hummed for a while, and put the cake in the oven.

He rolled out the fondant, and put the icing in the squeeze things. (I don't know what their called.)

"I'm the one "for a good time call"

Phone's blowin' up, ringin' my doorbell

I feel the love, feel the love."

Rigby sat down and sighed. He closed his eyes for a moment, then got up and started cleaning.

"1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

1, 2, 3 1, 2, 3 drink

Throw 'em back, till I lose count."

After the mess was clean, he took out the cake, which was a nice golden brown, and started to frost it.

"I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier

I'm gonna live like tomorrow doesn't exist

Like it doesn't exist

I'm gonna fly like a bird through the night, feel my tears as they dry

I'm gonna swing from the chandelier, from the chandelier."

He adorned the corners, then looked to the top.

"It's 9 by 8. Alright, so I have a 72 inch squared room to adorn this cake. The sides are 9 by 5 and 8 by 5. Do I have enough Fondant?" He looked over to the humongous globs of Fondant and the spread out piece.

"Yes."

But he didn't sing anymore.

The cake was finally finished, and he put it in the fridge. He stepped out of the room, and came face to face with the group.

"Rigby!" Benson and Mordecai cried in unison.

The raccoon went pale, then turned and ran.

"Crap!" Mordecai cursed, then ran after him.