Thomas' Sick Day
Hey guys! Regular Psycho 13 here with a Regular Show fic I recently adopted from Dtksgirl.
I plan on getting their chapters they already wrote, up here first before I start writing it myself. Thanks for giving me it! I loved it and couldn't see it get discontinued.
Enjoy!
Chapter 1 -
Thomas slowly and hesitantly opened his big brown eyes and sat up. He stretched nice and far and yawned. He stepped out of bed and saw a note on his door from his mom.
"To Tommy, mummy had to go out for a little bit. I love you very much Tommy." Thomas groaned as he read the nickname his mother had given him, Tommy. Ugh. The name itself made him feel sick.
It was so childish...actually, he did feel sort of odd. But he just shrugged it off. He began to get dressed and ready for work. But when breakfast came, he found he had no appetite for it so he decided it wouldn't hurt to skip it today.
Soon he was out the door and in his small blue car and on his way to the park. But about half-way there he felt...bad.
Thomas had never had motion sickness before, in fact he had quite a strong stomach, but Thomas could feel the comings of nausea in the pit of his stomach. He drove a little more before he was forced to stop.
He sat in the car for a moment to see if it would pass. But in the end he had to get out of the car and hurl in a nearby field. That was strange. Normally he is quite relaxed during a drive. But he just shrugged it Off.
He sat back in his car for a moment to allow his stomach to settle before he finished the drive. He walked across the park to the house.
"Thomas, my good man!" He heard someone call. He turned to see Pops
approaching Him. "Nice day isn't it?" Pops chirped.
Thomas twitched slightly at his high voice. Normally it was...well normal I suppose but today Pops unusually childish voice was giving him a migraine. He simply nodded as Pops talked and eventually made his escape.
He sat on the steps, careful to avoid the hole in the steps. Benson stepped forward and cleared his Throat. Then he gave out all of the jobs.
Today Thomas was in charge of the dishes and mopping the kitchen. For some reason, climbing up the steps was a hard task. Maybe he needed to get in shape.
When he finally arrived at the kitchen, he leaned against the counter for a moment to catch his breath before he started on the dishes. Just then Mordecai and Rigby ran into kitchen and began rummaging through the fridge.
"Dude, Thomas are ya busy?" Rigby asked.
"We'll actually.." Thomas began but Rigby paid him no mind and said,
"Dude he's free."
"Sweet!" Mordecai cheered.
Thomas sighed and wiped his hands on a dish towel. He was really in no mood to deal with them right now but better give in before they bug him to death.
Mordecai grabbed an odd looking dish from the fridge and held it up to him.
"Gut-buster challenge!" Mordecai yelled.
Thomas was known to have the strongest stomach in the park. So every now and then Mordecai and Rigby would make some sort of crap on a plate and see if he could eat it. If he barfed then he owed them 20 solids each.
Thomas looked at the...thing that was on the plate, he scrunched up his nose at the odor and the sight. He could already feel his stomach churning.
He pushed away the plate.
"N-no thanks guys. I'm not in the mood."
"Aw come on bro!" Rigby shoved the plate right under his nose and Thomas got a nice big whiff of it.
Now Thomas has smelled things worse then this but something about this made his stomach flip.
He pushed past Mordecai and Rigby and rushed down the hall.
Meanwhile Skips had been walking down the hall to see if he could find Benson. But he was roughly bumped into by a familiar goat.
I'll try and get the rest of the chapters up tomorrow after school.