Author's Note: Hello readers! I'm finally putting up my sequel to my very first story, A Not-So-Regular Time! I promise this will be much more fluid and detailed than the first one, as I've gotten a lot better at writing, in thanks to some awesome authors/readers: GearSolidSnake, JessieLover, BlueScarlet465, ihopeyourlove18, GonkhNation, and LionLover23, just to name a few! :) I also appreciate every single review I've received, even the critical ones pointing out flaws. NOTE: The knight's (Axe) dialogue will be in bold. So, without further ado, here is the sequel! Enjoy! :D

Nearly seventy-two hours had passed since he'd run off without a trace, into the dark streets. The park crew was understandably downtrodden, but forced to attempt to move on without the optimistic demeanor of one of their most valued employees. Some had moved on, while others were making rash, heated, desperate decisions, but none more so than the love of his life, Margaret.

"Well, yes- But I- Mom! I already told you!" she shouted into her cellphone. "No, I do think this is what I need to do!" she furrowed her brow, "Look, Mom, I've gotta go. Okay. Yes, I love you too. Al-alright. Bye..."

She sat down on the his bed, heaving a sigh of stress. She then heard a knock at the locked door which startled her. She stood up and went to turn the handle, cracking it open.

"Margaret? Why are you shouting?" asked her friend Eileen, who'd been at her side almost constantly these past three days.

Margaret smiled a little, "Oh, it's just you. Here, come on in. I need to talk to you, alone."

The mole stepped inside and sat down with her on the bed. "What's wrong?"

She sighed again. Hesitantly, she spoke, "Well, I need your opinion on something."

Eileen looked at her with a sincere smile, "Sure. What's up?"

"I-I'm thinking of dropping out of college."

Eileen's eyes widened, "What?! Why would you do that?"

"Isn't it obvious, Eileen? Because of him! Listen, I know my education is important, but I believe saving him is even more! I love him and he loves me, I know it in my heart. Also, I don't want him harming people. I saw what he did to Death. It was...I don't want to describe it..." she trailed off, not wanting to relive that moment.

Eileen raised her hands up, "Okay, okay. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. But Margaret, I want you to know that I'll support you, no matter what choices you make." She put a hand on her knee, "That's what best friends are for, right?"

Margaret managed a grin, "Yeah, you're right. I-"

Benson poked his head in the room. "Hey girls, is everything okay in here? I thought I heard shouting?"

Margaret got up and strolled over to the gumball machine, clasping her hands together cheerfully in an attempt to hide her stress. "What? Oh, we're fine Benson. Just...having some girl time." she smiled.

"Alright, I'll be in my office if you need me." he said. He gave a friendly wave, walking away.

Eileen stood up as well. "Well, I'll talk to you later Margaret. I've got to head to the coffee shop. My shift starts in twenty minutes."

The robin stopped her friend and pulled her into a quick hug. "Thanks for listening, Eileen." she whispered.

She returned the hug, then stepped out the door. "No problem. You get some rest, okay? You look exhausted."

"Good idea..." she yawned. Margaret laid down on the bed and closed her eyes. In a few minutes, she was out cold.

Outside, Rigby was busy taking over the duties of his friend-gone-mad, and he wasn't exactly having the best time. He spotted Thomas and Muscle Man in the distance.

"Ugh! Thomas, I asked you to help me with the sand gardens, not eat it!" Muscle Man shouted.

The feeble goat just stood there and took the verbal beating, covered in sand. "Sorry, dude! It was my first time doing that crap!"

Rigby groaned. He wished his best pal was here, then he'd at least get a few laughs in at the antics of Thomas. He continued raking the leaves, tuning out Muscle Man's tirade and moving his thoughts to the good times: saving the park from Garret Bobby Ferguson, stepping up for Pops in that rap battle, getting Benson that mug, and countless other memories. He would think it would've helped, but it only made him angrier.

He suddenly threw the rake down in frustration.

'Screw this. I need a break.'

He tilted his head around to make sure no one spotted him, then quickly exited the park, heading to the coffee shop down the sidewalk.

Meanwhile, a certain avian was fighting for his sanity. He was having a full-on shouting match in his brain, switching off between his red, evil-eyed counterpart and his normal, white-eyed self. If that weren't enough, his actual, physical body was under complete control of the knight, inhabiting his armor and axe, sprinting to the outskirts of the city.

'Stop! Please, for the love of God, stop running! Let me go back to her!'

'You don't order me around. We need to hide, think about our next step.'

'What the hell are you talking about?!'

'It will all come to fruition at a later time... We- Ah, Yes! There is a suitable abode!'

The bird skidded to a stop. He turned to his right and went down an adjacent street, coming to an abandoned delicatessen labeled, "Porky's Meats" in green text. The sign was faded and worn, showing it had been a long time since anyone had visited here. He nearly ripped the rotten door off it hinges, dashing inside.

"Why-why did you bring me here?" he panted, finally able to catch his breath, lowering his red hood.

'Like I told you, we must keep ourselves hidden. They will come looking for us. SHE will come looking for us...'

"They won't let you do whatever it is you have planned, Axe!" he yelled. If anyone had seen this from the outside, he would appear undoubtedly insane, talking to himself.

'Hmm. I'm not too fond of the branding of 'Axe' anymore, my friend. It's too, oh, what's the word? Ah, 'cliché'!'

"Then what should I call you?" he asked.

A chuckle was heard in his head, 'Why, that's incredibly simple...'Mordecai'

Mordecai responded with laughter of his own. "What?" He pointed to his chest, "I'm Mordecai, you're just insane. And stop saying 'we'! You and I are completely different and-"

Out of nowhere, the grip on Mordecai's black armor tightened around his neck, choking him. He slumped against the glass counter. The knight had moved his total control away from Mordecai's body, focusing on making the armor squeeze his throat. With our hero in control of his limbs, he weakly began grabbing for the edges of the armor, pulling with what little strength he had left.

'Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. You don't seem to understand:

There is no 'going back' to her.

There is no fighting for what you believe is 'right' any longer.

There is no 'redemption' to save you from what you've done and will do.

There is only 'Us'.

There is only 'We'.

There is only...'Me'.

Mordecai could only keep trying to gasp for air. His vision was blurred, the blood being cut off from his head. He started to fade.

"Ple-please...wait..." he croaked.

'I can tell you are tired. That is good, you will need the rest. Go ahead and drift off into a peaceful, relaxing slumber.'

Mordecai was unable to save himself. He took his hands away from his armor, letting them fall to the floor. He gave in and willingly closed his eyes.

'That's it, yes... Just sleep now, little bird.

Sleep.'