Title: Resistance is Futile
Chapter 1: Brotherly Love
Universe: The alternate universe in which the Regular Show is humanized
Summary: To be honest, I really wanted to see it be done, so I decided to write it myself- Mordecai and Rigby walk into the Coffee shop to find a girl stealing quarters from the game console in the arcade...
Rating: M- I sincerely feel that it was time my writing got a bit edgier...if ya know what I mean *Wink, wink*... You don't? Yeah me neither.
Pairing: Rigby\Oc
Disclaimer: Regular Show does not belong to me, if I had made Regular Show I'd be honored to have a mind as wicked as J. G. Quintel's
Authors Note: Writing and drawing is a passion of mine and it's hard to put up a whole story on and show off all the hard work you have done so I just wanted to let you readers know that I will do the very best to make this story as enjoyable as I can. I have to give a shout-out to a very talented writer on this site who goes by the name of Sbj who makes some of the best fanfics I've ever read. If you haven't read or heard of her/him, I suggest you look her/him up. She/he has inspired me to try to become a great a writer as she/he is, and I thank her/him
Joke: A rabbi, a priest, and a Lutheran minister walk into a bar. The bartender looks up and says, "Is this some kind of joke?" The summary for this fanfic kind of reminded me of the "-Walked into a bar" jokes.
Ch-1
"I haven't seen my sister in a year!" He had emphasized for the umpteenth time during his visit. "She seems perfectly fine, and I want to take her home!"
A brother's love is stronger than any love she's ever seen. Although his love for her made him do stupid things (like this). What can she say? She brought out the worst in people.
However, she can still manage to find it in her heart to appreciate him trying his very hardest to get her out of this hell hole. It occurred to her that maybe somehow her brother had grown a pair and was finally doing something for her wellbeing.
Eh, it's not so bad here. At least to her it wasn't. It was kind of like school, minus the extra cash you had to pay for each class you took, and the arm and leg you had to pay for tuition, considering, she wasn't talented enough for a scholarship.
And let's not forget the extra-long lectures told by professors who pretend to know what they're talking about... Scratch that, mister Thompson lectured her on a day to day basis, about topics he insists on being acquainted with.
And at the moment her brother is definitely starting to sound like the professors she's come across in the past.
"Don't talk about me like I'm not in the same room with you Andy... I'm sitting right. Next. To you." She snapped seemingly out of nowhere, surprising herself even.
Yeah, Olivia greatly appreciated him in her own unique way.
"Yes I know sweetheart. I know." Andy coaxed while very cautiously directing his full attention to his disheveled looking sister, silently praying that she wouldn't make a scene in front of the man he trying to convince her sanity to. "I'm just explaining to mister Thompson that a year without seeing your family is enough time to think about your actions."
'Think about my actions'? I wasn't in time out you asshole, I was in the fucking the looney bin while you've been at home, probably feeling sorry for yourself ...
His silent prayers were answered for Olivia merely snorted and chose not to express her actual thoughts on his choice of words. She then wearily placed her head between her knees and closed her eyes.
Andy took that as a sign to continue his debate with Mr. Thompson who had been strangely observant throughout him and his sister's small (and awkward) exchange. "The point is, she's better. I promise, I think I can recognize my own sister's behavior and she seems to be normal."
Well, as normal as Olivia Martinez, could ever be...
A glint of metal shined unceremoniously in her right eye causing her to flinch.
The glint had reminded her of the metal constriction of her wrists that annoyed her to no end, the handcuffs were new, and she can barely hug her brother who she hasn't even seen since last years thanksgiving celebration, so she had to settle for slamming her head into his bony chest at the beginning of his visit.
In the first two weeks of Olivia's arrival to this hell hole, the officers or guards or whatever they say is their job on the status of their Facebook homepage, decided it would be okay if they left her unbound. And that did last for a while until a wise guy came up to her in the cafeteria one lovely Tuesday afternoon and snatched her tray from under her chin.
Being the calm and collected woman she was, Olivia stared up at him and asked very politely to hand her tray back. When he didn't, she felt it necessary to tip her head up and veritably take the time to look at him.
He had a very plain baby face, with feathery blonde/white hair, nothing too special or intimidating about him, yet the dude had enough guts to steal a person's plate and devour the contents in which the plastic tray holds, right in front of that persons face. On the other hand there could also be a slight chance that he was just incredibly stupid.
Wise guy laughed obnoxiously in her face at her half-assed attempt to be polite, and dropped his jaw to display the chewed up sandwich in his mouth.
Needless to say, he wasn't exactly laughing when Olivia had pinned him to the ceramic tiled floor, straddling his waist, while throwing erratic punches left and right as if his face was the heavy-duty red punching bag from back when she used to go to the gym. When she was finally (and very forcefully) pulled off of the boy, his face could pass for a red punching bag.
The handcuffs were on faster than the speed of light, kinda like the Flash from Justice league.
Olivia snorted.
Mr. Thompson still hasn't let it go, hence the handcuffs failed to be taken off me to this very day.
A person would assume she'd be used to them by now. Most of our assumptions have outlived their uselessness.
Other than wise guy, the people in hell hole were only moderately annoying with their twitchy and strange mannerisms and such. Most of them seemed perfectly normal and Olivia wondered constantly why some of them haven't yet been deemed fit to live in society once again. She'd rather not dwell on it, because it kind of pissed her off. If people don't need to be there then they shouldn't.
Her brother wants her out of this place and back home. It's understandable. Andy honestly has no one back home, since his girlfriend moved away and their mother's passing; it's a wonder how he's been coping all these months by himself, since its mandatory that a new patient has no visitors for at least a year so the patient can become familiarized with the hospital without those pesky family members and friends trying to give them love and affection. It's not like he doesn't have friends, he does, but they have jobs to go to...whereas he... doesn't.
So when they informed Andy by phone, that he indeed is allowed to visit Olivia, he made it a point to be at the hospital in two hours record time -seeing as this particular hospital was in the middle of nowhere, it took him a little longer than it would have if the institution was within the city he lived in- with a suitcase which was probably filled with files of God knows what. But now that she thought about it, the suitcase could very well be a tool in his little plan to look menacing, which she supposed worked to an extent.
The suitcase was placed at his side, basically untouched for this whole meeting.
She realized that its been silent for a while.
Oliva guessed that she should probably listen since this meeting could determine whether she has to stay or could go home. Slowly, she lifted her head and automatically shot an inquiring gaze at the middle aged man behind the desk who looked fundamentally un-responsive.
He looked to be fifty or sixty years of age due to his stress of owning an overly populated Looney bin for twenty long years. His forehead was littered with wrinkles and his eyes were wild and sunken in. If it hadn't been for Mr. Thompson wearing his expensive suit, any visitor could have easily mistaken him for a mental patient himself.
Oliva turned her head to Andy who was presently biting his lower lip so hard it looked as if it could bleed.
You could cut the tension in this room with a knife...and possibly eat it.
Her stomach growled. I wish these guys would pick it up, I think it's lunch time...
She surveyed around the small room for possible places a clock of some sort could be.
And me not remotely within reach of a clock to know for sure.
Fuck! I gotta focus.
Mr. Thompson was nerve-rackingly still and Olivia was even about to go the lengths of reaching over the table to check his pulse before the dude suddenly cleared his throat causing the two to jump in surprise.
"I'm ...going to be very clear with you on this particular situation Antonio..." Mr. Thompson drawled. He was definitely prepared to explain his most-likely unjust terms to the siblings. "Olivia has tried to escape this hospital numerous times, and she's been nothing but a thorn in my side since the day she was placed in here by court-order, she's rude-"
"I'm honest." Olivia corrected with a hint of malice clear in her tone.
He barely acknowledged her existence. He continued. "She's rash-"
"Now, I only get rashes when I get bug bites..." She defended indifferently, not necessarily feeling engaged in this conversation. "And I get a lot of bug bites because of the room you oh, so generously decided to give to me ." She said remembering the room she slept in, that just happened to be the only room with a huge window and no screen... In the middle if summer.
"Rash as in reckless Olivia." Andy explained.
"Thank you for clarifying that, Andy." She nodded in understanding. "What would I do without you?"
Mr. Thompson pinched the bridge of his nose. He clearly wasn't even trying to hide his aggravation for the two, it almost made her laugh, how much they annoyed him,"And most of all she's violent, mister Martinez."
"Only when I need to be, Frank."
"Olivia please." Andy cut in, his sisters smart-aleck comments towards the older man was not helping their case and he was also sincerely frightened of what Mr. Thompson would say after his sister referred to the man by his first name. "Let me handle this."
That was fine with her, but she always hated when he would reprimanded her like a child, she could probably handle adult affairs better than he could any day. Her stomach growled again and she grunted in pain.
"She's very young Frank- er, mister Thompson... What girl her age hasn't acted the way she has once in a while?"
His sister glared. Girl? Well then, why not just stick a thermometer up my ass and shove a dose of Nightquil down my throat to 'help me sleep better'.
"Please mister Thompson..." Andy begged in a tone slightly above a hoarse whisper, "She's all I have."
Olivia felt slight warmth bubble up within her lower abdomen at his sentimental choice of words or that could just be her increasing starvation eating away at her stomach.
After another long and torturous moment of consideration Mr. Thompson spoke once more.
"Okay, listen I'll give her one last chance to try and be a decent citizen in society-"
Andy whooped for joy, while Olivia grinned cheesily at the man, and raised her confined wrists to his face expectantly.
"-But," Mr. Thompson cut in giving a pointed look to Olivia and lowered her arms with the tips of his fingers. "In the condition of this one-" he nodded his head to her, "obtaining a job."
"Wha- I hate working."
"And I'm going to hire an officer to check in on you both every once in a while-"
Olivia shook her head repeatedly while frantically tapping her brothers shoulder with her hands. "No, no, no- Andy tell him I don't work, tell him I hate working-"
"Sweetheart," he gripped her tense shoulders,"he's letting you go, please just agree and listen to everything he says, so we can go home..?"
There he goes treating me like a child again. She screwed her face into a scowland aggresively shrugged his hands off.
"No, I refuse."
"She'll do it." Andy decided as he faced Mr. Thompson. "I'll make her."
"You may think I'm going to comply but that's where you are extraordinarily incorrect."
"Olivia, please stop being such a smart-ass and follow mister Thompson's directions?" Her brother pleaded, with an almost desperate look in her eye. "Nobody will think any less if you if you comply..."
She squinted her eyes at him.
"We promise she'll be on her best behavior." Andy stated all too quickly.
Olivia scoffed. "We.."
"Perfect. Olivia, can you please step out for a moment l wish to talk to your brother about certain things...paper-work and such... You don't want to be here while we fill-out paper-work do you?"
She looked to be considering this for a moment. "Sorry Frank, me and my bro work as a team." She patted his back with her conjoined hands.
"Ow..." Andy cringed at her hard slap and hitched up his shoulders. She twisted her upper body to face her brother, and give him a look.
"Don't be such a pussy, Andy."
Mr. Thompson pinched the crook of his nose again out of reoccuring habit (especially when patients like, Olivia were around). "Olivia. Please step outside."
She gave him a steady look and bit the inside of her mouth, out of her reoccurring habit.
When she didn't budge Andy had had half a mind to pick her up and toss her out of the office himself. But saving him the trouble and energy, she abruptly stood up from the wooden chair having the full intention to just walk out and let them talk.
But accidentally hitting the desk with her thigh, she caused the abacus on the man's desk to shake and fall over. "Oops, sorry." After a few disorderly attempts to straighten the object due to the handcuffs, it eventually stood up but slowly toppled over on its own occord and created a domino effect on all the contents of the table.
Olivia coolly surveyed the mess she caused and suddenly picked up a picture frame of two young children smiling brightly to the camera. "These your kids?"
Mr. Thompson has never yelled (well he had raised his voice, a few times in the past)- but never yelled.. as far as Olivia knew.
It was a different experience for her... (Not being yelled at) at times she can talk to a person for only a few minutes and they could be screaming so loud in the next, that the neighborhood dogs would start barking.
Despite that, she was fairly certain he was about to blow, judging by the look on his rosy tinted face. It wasn't like she didn't expect it, the day had to come sooner or later.
She raised an eyebrow when he actually stifled a fustrated sigh and stiffly snatched the frame from her shaky hands, his shoulders trembling ever so slightly as he did so. "Just, go."
I think... I may be hazardous to this man's health.
...
"Okay, okay, I gotta good one," Mordicai cleared his throat in an attempt to compose himself. "I never... Got a tattoo."
The four currently sitting at the table looked to eachother with especially coy expressions gracing their, perspiring faces. Could they turn the heat down at least a little bit? It's summer for god's sake..
Muscle Man shifted his eyes left and right for moment before snatching a shot of Whiskey from the middle of the table. "Woooo hoooo! Suck it losers!"
He downed the small amount of alcohol with absolute glee as the rest if the guys at the table doubled over in laughter.
"Dude, no way! You're lying!" Mordecai declared with a chortle, "You just wanted to drink another shot!"
The green man gave him a challenging look before peeling his shirt off his moist skin and throwing it carelessly over his shoulder, ultimately causing Mordecai eyes to widen in surprise.
A tattoo of chicken wings blatantly scarred the man's upper back.
"The fuck?!" Rigby exclaimed, with a breathy laugh. "Oh no! Oh no, you didn't!"
"Oh yeah bro! I did!" Muscle Man said matter a-factly, climbing up on the table and began belly dancing (with a bit of a pelvic thrust) along with rolling his shoulder blades, to wiggle the tattoo in their faces.
Mordecai stood up on the cushion of the chair to get a closer look. "When did you even get this? We've all seen you take your shirt off hundreds of times and I've never seen a tattoo..."
High-five ghost convulsed with infectious laughter, and roughly poked the flab where the tattoo was. The green man hissed and glared at his friend.
"I just got it last week and it's still sore," He explained, "So be careful."
After gaining an appearance of coolheaded-ness, from howling on the floor in merriment, Rigby grabbed the edge of the table and picked himself up. "Aw, poor baby," The moment the last word came out of the man's mouth, he purposely slapped the tattoo with a direct hit.
The very sound of it made everyone at the table cringe although they still managed to whoop with more spouts of boisterous laughter (succeeding in disturbing most of the inhabitants at the bar), all except for obviously Muscle Man who in turn, cried in pain and rolled off the table.
Rigby vigorously shook his right hand which stung eminently from his perfect smack- if he does say so himself, "Jeez, Muscle Man is gonna kill me for that one!"
High-five Ghost looked worriedly at his groaning friend rolling around on the floor in agony. "Yeah, probably."
Mordecai coughed. "Alright, who's next?"
"Shouldn't we wait for Muscle Man to get up from the floor?" The ghost asked with concern.
"Dude, he's fine," Rigby reassured. "Isn't that right, Muscle Man?"
He mumbled something incoherently into the floor.
"See?"
"Okay Fives, I think it's your turn."
The ghost hesitantly turned away from Muscle Man and faced the two men in front of him. "Um... I've never...had braces."
Mordecai sniggered and motioned to the disgruntled man sitting beside him, who in turn, gave him an affronted look.
"Come on dude, you gotta do it, it's the game."
Rigby groaned in annoyance before gulping down a shot of Whiskey and coughed into his fist afterwards, for the liquid had gone down the wrong tube.
The other two men laughed at his expense as he gasped for air, even muscle man had laughed up at him, who was finally sitting up on the tiled floor.
"You got braces?!" Muscle man inquired in amusement.
"It was middle-school okay? And was only for a few years."
"His teeth were jacked up!" The blue haired man beside him, informed with frantic hand gestures. "His two front teeth went into a V- shape and his bottom teeth-"
"Okay enough! It wasn't that bad!"
Mordecai gaped at him. "'Wasn't that bad'?! He had such a big over-bite, that he couldn't fully close his mouth all through middle school and freshman year of high school!"
Rigby glared. "Holy shit! Stop fucking TALKING, Mordecai!"
"Let me see your teeth!" High-Five ghost insisted, eagerly floating out of his seat and went two inches away from his flustered face.
"Yeah!" Muscle Man egged on, getting up from the floor and forcibly squeezing Rigby's cheeks together.
He whined in frustration and pushed Muscle Man off him. "My teeth are fine!" Rigby pulled his top and bottom lip back to display his dentures as evidence.
The two surveyed his perfectly straight teeth, much to their dismay.
"Damn, I wanted to see some crooked teeth bro..." Muscle Man admitted, looking greatly disappointed.
"Me too." High five ghost added with a discontented sigh.
Mordecai chucked and looked gaily to them. "Dudes, I meant he used to havejacked up teeth. Which was before he got his braces taken off, but don't worry I got year book pictures back at the park."
Their bummed moods made a 360 degree spin and they cheered merrily.
"Ugh, whatever. Whose turn is it now?"
"Mine!" Muscle man countered. "Okay, I got one... I never showered with a girl..."
The men snickered along with muscle man looking a bit sheepish themselves.
"Well?" The green man raised his brows with a curious gaze to each of them. "Have any of you losers, had shower sex with a girl?!"
"Whoa!" Mordecai replied, as a considerable amount of heat rose to his pale cheeks, "'Shower sex'? I thought it was just being in the 'shower with a girl'..." He looked to Rigby to be certain. "That's what he said wasn't it?"
His friend shrugged.
Muscle man laughed at their unbelievable apprehension, for actual men (save for Fives)who were like in their mid-twenties, they acted like a bunch of lady-virgins. "Listen to yourself! Just being in the shower with a girl?! All naked and wet?! C'mon bro, stop being such a loser!"
Rigby scowled. "Says the man who claims to have "never " been in the shower with a girl."
"Hey! I've been in the shower with a girl!"
The ghost turned to him. "So why did you say you never have?"
"Because I wanted to see if you losers have." Muscle Man stated with the upmost confidence, much to Mordecai's amazement, he could never discuss topics like this without being awkward about it.
"You can't do that! That's not the game!" Rigby informed with a peeved off expression.
The green man put his hands up in defense. "Hey, fine! My turn doesn't count but you guys are chicken shits."
The two glared at him before Muscle Man directed his attention to High Five Ghost. "How 'bout you 'Fives? You ever had shower sex with a female ghost or something?" The green man inquired.
The ghost shook his head. "How would that even work?"
"It's pretty simple bro, I'll tell you later. Whose turn is it?"
Rigby raised his hand. "I never... Hm..." He rubbed his chin in contemplation. "Oh! I never gave a hickey to someone..."
Other than Rigby, everyone at the table automatically snatched their shot and downed their Whiskey with pride.
The short man smacked his thighs with his hands, completely exasperated, for it seemed as if his so-called friends were just trying their hardest to make him look bad.
"Rigby you're not going to sit here and tell us you haven't once given a hickey to somebody." Mordecai chuckled.
"Yes, I haven't once given a hickey to a girl." He said through his teeth. "Can we move on?!"
Everyone quickly backed off, due to the fact that when Rigby got angry, he usually ruined the good-time for everyone, especially in the case of when he drinks a bit too much alcohol.
"Okay, my turn again!" Mordecai announced, changing the subject much to everybody's relief. "I've never slept naked."
Everyone at the table-except for of course Mordecai- drank a shot.
"Disgusting." Mordecai laughed shaking his head.
"How is that disgusting?" Muscle man burped.
"It's not the fact that 'sleeping naked' is disgusting, it's the concept of you sleeping naked, which is definitely disgusting."
They all laughed at that, generally lightening the mood.
"Okay I got one, bro." Muscle Man declared slamming his shot glass down with a devious smirk.
High-five Ghost tapped him on the shoulder. "Um, it's actually my turn." "Shut it Fives, I'm talking," The green man snapped, "I never stole Rigby's Walkman and broke it."
Mordecai's blue eyes widened, as Rigby immediately swiveled his head to turn to him, looking about ready to blow, "Dude, What?!"
"I promise I'll get you a new one!"
"I knew you took it, you fucking jerk!" Rigby sloppily punched his friend's shoulder, to which Mordecai flinched but didn't show any obvious signs that his friend's jab hurt whatsoever.
"I'm sorry!"
High-Five Ghost laughed.
Mordecai snapped his head towards the ghost. "And what are you laughing at? Mr. I-prank-call-my-friend-every-night-and-record-his- funny-reactions..."
Muscle Man gaped. "That was you?! I had to disconnect my phone because of that!"
High Five Ghost clamped his mouth shut and eyed his friend nervously, "It was only because you told Benson I was the one who put Saran Wrap on the toilet seat last week! I'm sorry!"
Muscle Man's glare didn't waver, "Well... if you thought the pranks I did to you before was bad, then you better prepare yourself for some seriously messed-up pranks that have yet to come, so watch your back!"
"Aww.." High-Five Ghost muttered.
"Okay who's turn is it now?" Mordecai asked with a hint of amusement clear in his tone.
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