The Monster I've Become
Disclaimers: All Regular Show characters are owned by J.G. Quintel and all Myths are own by their rightful founders and are copied without permission. I do not own any of the characters I will mention. I have made this story for fun and not profit.
Writer's Note: This is my first ever Regular Show story, so please don't judge me badly. I'm also really new to this, so they may be a bit out of character in a lot of the story. This idea kinda came to me one day. This story mostly takes place around Mordecai and Rigby. It also kinda takes place around the holidays. This story might be a bit dark and have a bit of suspense. So for the people who may get upset or freaked out easily, might not want to continue reading this story. Just a warning in case you are. (Rated PG-13 for suspense and possible bloodshed.)
Part One
Within a distant city, it was about mid-day and the streets were filled with many of the citizens; many of which were in a hurry; on their way to their own personal destinations. Though a golden sun was shimmering brightly in the sky above, the day was a bit cold and windy; indicating it as being early fall.
Before long, a soft breeze rushed through the gate of the local park where two figures were at work raking many of the stray leaves that had fallen down from the trees nearby. The first figure was a tall, young blue jay around the age of twenty-three years with two white bands decorating both arms(A/N: Or wings. Whichever) and three black stripes decorating his tail feathers and feathered fingertips. His name was Mordecai.
Mordecai's bright coffee eyes gazed apathetically as he continued raking more leaves into another pile. Just then, there was a rush of leaves blowing into the air and scattering all over as something plowed into them. Mordecai turned around as this happened; to see the one responsible.
There in the pile was a young raccoon around the age of twenty-three years, with light and dark brown fur and light honey brown eyes; who had been helping Mordecai rake but was now making the task harder. His name was Rigby. Mordecai stared at Rigby as he continued to laugh.
"Dude! What the H?" Mordecai shouted. "Now we have to rake them up again!"
"Oh, lighten up, man," Rigby frowned. "They're just leaves. Besides; I was bored."
"You're always bored." Mordecai commented; resuming his raking.
"Am not!" Rigby replied. "Only when there's nothing to do."
"Or when we have to work."
"STOP TALKING!" Rigby shouted.
"Anyway, we should probably get back to work before Benson comes and thinks we're slacking." Mordecai mentioned.
"Yeah, yeah." Rigby murmured. "And before we get fired, right?"
Mordecai didn't reply and just gave him a hardened stare; his arms crossed.
"Okay fine!" Rigby moaned; picking up the rake he had been using. "I still think this is boring." He added murmuring.
Soon, they were once again at work with their task as the sun above them was beginning to set and the day was slowly coming to a close. As they continued raking the sun had already began to set. Just then, they saw a golf cart approaching from the distance. Sitting in the driver's seat was what appeared to be a gumball machine looking man.
"There you guys are!" He said; getting out of the cart. "I thought you'd be done hours ago!"
"Oh, hey Benson," Mordecai said; stopping his work as did Rigby. "We can explain why we haven't finished yet-"
"I don't want to hear it." Benson cut in; putting his hand up. "I've got another job for you." Benson said. "I need you both to pick up all the litter around the park."
"Aww what?" Mordecai groaned.
"But we haven't even finished this yet!" Rigby whined.
"Look, I don't care! You can finish that later. You need to take care of this right now." Benson replied. "Now both of you do your jobs OR YOUR FIRED! AND DON'T SLACK OFF."
Then he gave them each a trash picker-upper(A/N: Can't think of a name) and plastic bags before leaving in the golf cart once more.
"Ah man, I hate picking up the litter." Rigby wined.
"I know dude but you heard what Benson said." Mordecai replied.
"Yeah, yeah; I know." Rigby murmured. "I still hate it."
And so, the two of them began at work picking up the trash around the park. Unbeknownst to them, there was an eerie presence watching them from the shadows on the nearby woods.
So here's part one ^^; Sorry for it being really short -_-; Anyways, I'll try to get more up soon and the story can actually get started :D But for now, I'll cya later! Bye! :D:D