Hi everyone!
So this is my first Regular Show fanfiction (but not my first fanfiction in general.)
Yeah, this is a different type of fanfiction than what I usually write, so hopefully I can do it well.
Yes, this is a pairing story between Rigby and Mordecai, even thought it may not seem like it at first, it is.
I know the beginning seems kind of similar to other fanfics, but it won't be anything close to them afterwards.
And as usual, there's OC's, mainly because they tie together stories, especially Regular Show ones.
And yes, Mordecai has an art degree. He's an art graduate for those who don't know (which should be a lot of you.)
Well, that's all I have to say, as usual, do review, because they feed my soul, and yeah.
Also, I may decide to change the rating in the future, it depends on what I want to do and what I want to go with. It's highly probable I may change the rating, so watch out.
Enjoy the story!
"Do you think Benson will fire us? Honestly?" Rigby asked me as he dunked his paw back into the fountain and grabbed out some more gunk stuck on the bottom of the structure.
"What? No, if Benson wanted to fire us he'd already do it. You know how he is with us, dude." I said back to Rigby who shrugged.
"Hey, if I'd know Benson, he's giving us another chance after we broke half of the patio chairs and tables over at the snack shop." Rigby said back.
"And after we accidentally got Pops bed ridden after he was served meat from the fridge that we accidentally unplugged," I added, Rigby nodded. "You know what, now that I think about it, he possibly could fire us." I said, dreaded that would ever happen.
"Told you, even you think it's possible." He said back as he continued grabbing more gunk out of the fountain while I polished the marble.
"Whatever, let's just try to finish this, alright? We're already on thin ice with Benson and who knows what'll set him off." I said back.
"Yeah, you're right," He said as he took his paw out of the fountain one last time. "Well, I'm done. I'm going to go get the golf cart so I can get this bucket of crap onto it." Rigby said as he began to walk away from the fountain.
"No, dude, you know you can't drive. Just wait for me to finish, you'll end up wrecking something like you usually do." I said to Rigby who seemed to ignore me.
"I'm fine dude, let me just go get it." He said as he walked over to the golf cart over by the trees. I sighed since I knew I wouldn't be able to stop him from doing what he wanted. I watched as Rigby walked over to the golf cart, nonchalantly of course, and watched as he sat and turned the key in the ignition. He awkwardly shifted himself on the seat a few times before he lurched the golf cart forward, only to stop a second after pressing the gas.
"Do you need help?" I shouted across the space between us, I saw him shake his head. "Alright, I'll take your word for it!" I shouted as I polished the marble while still watching him struggle with the golf cart. He kept lurching it forward and stopping, which made me chuckle quietly. He finally got the hold of it and he was slowly moving forward to the fountain. At this rate, I'd be finished with my job before he would even get here.
"Is it safe to put more gas?" He shouted to me, I nodded to him. I saw that he took my advice and the cart moved a little faster, and then in an instant he was going full throttle.
"What are you doing!" I shouted as I watched Rigby turn the wheel in a craze as the golf cart began to swerve at full speed.
"I don't know! My foot's off the gas pedal!" He shouted as he went in circle, one wheel only touching the ground. He jumped out of the golf cart and it sent the golf cart into a fury, it turned left and right by itself only to straighten out and drive straight towards me. I ran away from the fountain as I watched the speeding vehicle come towards me, and then in an instant it crashed with the fountain in a loud shatter. I heard something burst and water rushing.
I looked over to Rigby who was patting the dirt off of his fur and I turned back at the fountain and gasped. The golf cart itself hadn't really survived the crash and the fountain spout had broken off in the crash and was not spurting a massive amount of water, wetting the concrete surrounding the fountain.
"Dude, look what you did!" I shouted as I ran to the fountain, checking out the damage firsthand. Rigby walked to the fountain in silence, dreading what he had coming.
"Benson's going to fire us!" Rigby shouted as he placed his paws on his head.
"Yeah he is, all thanks to you. Thanks, dude." I said as I crossed my arms.
"It's not my fault, the golf cart went crazy!" Rigby shouted, I groaned and I placed my wing on my beak.
"Alright, look, let's try to get-" Something interrupted me.
"You two done with your job?" Benson's voice shouted from somewhere. I looked at Rigby and I began to panic.
"What do we do?" He asked me in an angry tone, but still being quiet.
"Uh, uhm…I'm not sure," I said as I looked around at our surroundings. I pointed to a big tree close to where the golf cart was originally parked. "I saw we hide, maybe Benson won't know it was us." I said as I began to run to the tree, Rigby following behind.
"You're kidding me, right? Benson was the one that assigned us the job." Rigby said as he ran next to me. I had totally forgotten that during my rush of panic. I knew that this wouldn't end well since there was no way out of this. In the end, I knew Rigby and I would be screwed.
Once we got behind the tree, we peeked over the trunk of the tree as we watched the gumball machine get closer and closer to the fountain.
"This isn't going to end good." I said quietly as we watched him get closer and closer to the fountain.
"Rigby, Mordecai!?" Benson shouted, and then he saw the mess that we had left. He gasped at first and then he began to turn the angry red of shade that we had seen all too much. He began to shake in anger. "Idiots! Wherever they are, they're not going to get away with this." Benson said as he began to walk away from the fountain, still angry. I heard footsteps and then I turned to see that Rigby was no longer next to me.
"Benson!" Rigby shouted as he ran to the gumball machine, he turned, his angry face glaring at Rigby.
"Look what you did! Do you know how much this is going to cost the park! You idiots!" Benson shouted to Rigby who flinched and reacted to Benson's shouting voice.
"Look, let me explain-" Rigby began.
"Explain nothing. You and Mordecai are fired! This is something that I cannot overlook, Rigby, and I've had it with you two!" He shouted as he turned around and began to walk away.
"Wait, Benson! It was all me, this wasn't Mordecai's fault, it was mine and mine only." Rigby said quietly as he looked down. Benson turned around he squinted, his face still red.
"Fine! So be it, you're fired! I want you out of the house by tomorrow." Benson lastly said, the red on his face slowly fading away. He began to walk away as Rigby crumbled down to the ground.
I couldn't believe what I had just seen. Rigby took the full blame and he had saved my job…just for me.
I slowly walked form the cover of the tree and made my way to Rigby who was in front of the fountain, now getting soaked by the pouring water.
"Rigby?" I asked as I approached him. He swatted his paw at me, telling me to go away. "Look, Rigby-" He interrupted me.
"Don't say anything. Leave me here to wallow in my patheticness, I'm going to be gone from here anyway. Don't thank me or anything." He said as he kept his body down to ground.
"Rigby-" He interrupted me again.
"Just go." He said to me. The tone of his voice is what got me, it was a tone I had never heard in Rigby. It sounded hurt and broken, a thing that Rigby was never. I loudly swallowed and I began to walk away from the Rigby, making my way back to the house. Hopefully I could talk Benson into taking mercy on Rigby.
"Why not?" I asked Benson. He was sitting on the front steps of the house, a wet rag on his head. His anger on Rigby had obviously taken a toll on him.
"No, Mordecai. What he did is something that I just cannot punish him without, and firing him is the only way to fix this. A cut in pay or something won't fix this, so this is the only thing I can do." Benson said to me, shrugging.
"But…if you fire him you'll have to fire me." I said to Benson, he sighed.
"Look, I hate telling you this but you'd probably work more without Rigby. I know that you and Rigby are as tight and close as possible, but please, just try this. Could you at least stay here and test out working here without Rigby?" He asked me. Benson wasn't one for asking me to do things outside of working, so it really shocked me.
"Alright, as much as I'd hate to." I said as I crossed me arms.
"Great. If you can't stand being without Rigby, then you can come to me for the location of whatever place he ends up moving to, I want to keep a tab on that since he used to be living here." He said to me with a sigh.
"You think he'd be okay with that?" I asked him, he nodded.
"Yes. He's going to have to tell me to get his paycheck." He said to me. Benson was a lot smarter than I thought.
"Alright, I guess. What about the golf cart?" I asked him, he groaned as he shifted the rag on his round head.
"I don't want to think about that now. Would you be okay with finishing up some work?" He asked me, I nodded to him.
"Yeah, sure, but why are you being so nice?" I asked him, he shrugged. He was being awfully casual and nice now.
"I just fired your best friends of 'X' amount of years, you guys won't be able to talk and hang every day. It isn't easy being away from a buddy." He said to me.
"I guess. What do you need me to do?" I asked him, he grabbed the clipboard to his right and flipped a few pages.
"Well, there isn't anything, so I guess you could clean up the mess at the fountain. Skips could help you if you want." He said to me.
"Yeah, I'd probably need his help. I'll do that." I said as I looked behind me at the massive park.
"Alright." Benson said as he wrote something in his clipboard. I turned around and began my long journey back to the fountain.
The walk itself wasn't that long, though. I looked around at the massive trees and green grass as I walked to the mess that I had just been at. Skips was already there, pulling out chunks of white metal and upholstery from the fountain.
"There you are." He said as he turned over and looked at me as I approached him.
"Looks like you don't really need my help, to be honest." I said to Skips, he pointed to a pile of metal to the right of him.
"Yeah, I do. I need you to start making trips back and forth to the trash cans at the house to throw these away. It doesn't sound like an easy job, but I need you to do it." He said to me, handing me a ball of garbage bags.
"Alright," I said as I began to open one of the bags and a dry spot on the ground caught my attention. It was in the shape of Rigby's body after the fountain had wet all the space around him. "Did you happen to see Rigby?" I asked Skips, he shook his head.
"He was making his way back to the house when I came over here. If you'd like you can go and talk to him, that is if both of you are willing and as long as you still do what you need to do, despite not having the ease of a golf cart." Skips said to me in his rough tone. I shook my head and I made my way to the pile of scrap, which I began to put into the bag. An awkward silence had come around and once I had filled two bags I began making my way back to the house, bags over my back. The sun was really hot at this time and the walk itself was going to get me all sweaty and hot. I knew I would have a few more trips back and forth, but I could live. A shower would fix everything that would happen.
When the house came in view I saw that Benson was no longer at the house, which made me glad. I didn't want to face his wraith in case he saw me go inside the house. I dropped the two bags in one of the garbage cans and I made my way into the house, taking in it's cool air. There seemed to be no one around so I went up the stairs and into my bedroom, where Rigby was.
"Rigby." I said, relieved to see that he was still here. He was putting the few items of clothing he had into a plastic bag.
"Shouldn't you be doing your job?" He asked me as he pushed a scarf into the bag.
"Look, Rigby, you didn't have to do what you did." I said to Rigby.
"I did. You actually care about your job, about getting the money you so heavily need. I know you'll miss me, but I won't miss this place." He said to me. I found it weird that he skipped around telling me that he missed me directly, but I hoped that he did.
"Alright, Rigby. I can't do anything about you leaving, so I'll just have to accept it." I said glumly. Rigby got up with the bag in his hand and he made his way over to me, where he placed his arms around me long legs in a hug.
"I'll miss you Mordecai." He said to me as he hugged me. I awkwardly leaned down and I placed my wings around his neck in a pathetic attempt at a hug.
"I'll miss you too, dude. Wherever you go, do better than what you did here at the park." I said to Rigby, he nodded to me.
"Alright." He said as he took his arms off of me and walked out of the room.
There goes my best friend…
I had gotten out of the bathroom after my long shower. It was true what people said, your best thoughts always came to you in the shower, and boy did they come to me. I had thought about my time here at the park without Rigby, how much I supposedly would get down, according to Benson. But then I also thought about how boring it would be without Rigby, what would I do without him? I couldn't play video games with anyone, especially Pops, and punchies was out of the question. I sighed as I made my way to my bedroom. I sat on my bed and I looked over to the trampoline that was still in the corner. Rigby hadn't taken it for some reason, and it made me think about what he would do without it.
How would Rigby even get a job anywhere else? And how would he even afford to get a place? Had Benson really just sent him off when he wasn't ready to leave, he needed the haven that was this park.
The thought of that just broke my heart. Rigby, sitting in a cardboard box on the street. What if he couldn't make a living and he'd be forced to live on the streets? I'd be stuck in an uncomfortable situation, I wouldn't be able to take Rigby in due to the fact that I was being housed by my employer, and I didn't know if I honestly wanted to quit my job just to be with my bestfriend.
I groaned at that. Of being placed in a situation like that. I didn't ever want that to happened, and I could only hope that Rigby would be able to get into a place where he could be better off.
I didn't even remember falling asleep that night.
I woke up in a daze the next morning and I looked over to the trampoline in the corner, half expecting Rigby to be there.
How could I forget that he had been fired? It actually kind of baffled me, to be honest…
Whatever. I got up from the bed and I made my way out to the hall, where the smell of pancakes took me in. Pops must've been making his usual pancakes for breakfast, maybe in an attempt to hopefully cheer my up after Rigby's leaving. He knew how much I loved his pancakes. I made my way down the hall and stairs and turned at the end of the stairs to go to the kitchen. Benson and Pops were both seated at the table, happily eating.
"There you are." Benson said as he peeked over the newspaper.
"Here I am." I said back as I sat down across Pops. There was a plate of two pancakes in front of me, looking ready to eat.
"You feel up to working today?" Benson asked me. The nice Benson that had been around recently was starting to get kind of…creepy. I wasn't a fan of this.
"Yeah, sure, and I wanted to tell you that I rather you don't give me some nice, special treatment after Rigby's leaving." I said to Benson, he gave me a slight nod.
"Fair enough." He said back as he looked back at the newspaper. Pops happily giggled as he cut at his pancake.
"Oh, how delightful, I actually cooked this pancake all the way through!" Pops said happily as he giggled more. I cut at my pancake and I began eating it, missing the small raccoon being to my side, cracking jokes at Pops' expense.
"So, are we ever going to get anyone new to replace Rigby?" I asked Benson. Hopefully someone new would take my mind off my best friend leaving.
"I hope so, we'll need all the help we can get. There's a new park that's opened up on the other side of the city, and it's bigger than this one too. It's got loads of things in it, a pool, tennis courts, basketball courts, a baseball field, massive picnic areas, all the sort. I hope they don't end up putting us out of business." Benson said as he turned a page of the newspaper.
"That's not good…" I said as I finished my pancake.
"You're right, it's not good at all. You finished? Everyone else was waiting for us to eat breakfast so I could give the jobs." Benson said to me. I nodded and we both made our way out of the kitchen and outside.
My day had gone uneventful. I got somewhat easy, one-man jobs. The whole time I loathed for the company of my raccoon friend, but I knew that I wouldn't get him back. Benson seemed to be pleased with the work I did, and he even gave me a 'good job' with a slight smile. Maybe there was some good to Rigby leaving, well, for everyone else. I had spent the rest of the day just sitting out on the stairs of the house, watching the sunset, up until night where I went upstairs and had fallen asleep.
The next two days had gone almost the exact same way, one-man jobs and praise from Benson, but then something had happened. It started off one boring ol', repeating morning when Benson was giving out the jobs.
"Alright, and Mordecai, I need you to come with me." Benson said to me as he looked past his clipboard to me. Muscle Man gave me a mocking laugh as he walked off with Fives.
"Uhh, for what?" I asked him as I stood up on the stairs.
"I got a new employee and I was hoping that you'd take him with you on your jobs today, hopefully have him help you out and show him what you need to do. These are going to be one-man jobs again, but I just wanted you to get to know him better and everything." Benson said to me. It was a lot to take in at a time.
"And is he going to move in, too?" I asked him, Benson nodded.
"Yes, he is. He's going to stay with you, but of course he'll need his own bed since he won't be able to sleep on that trampoline that Rigby called his bed." Benson said to me. The fact that he maybe would not be able to sleep on the trampoline gave me a clue about him. He was a lot bigger than Rigby, that's for sure.
"Alright, show me to him." I said to Benson who nodded.
"He's at the front gates of the park, I'll take you to him." Benson said as he began to walk towards the gates of the park, me trailing behind.
We didn't converse on our way to the gates at all, we just kept our minds on going past the massive amount of grass and concrete all the way to the front gates. I saw someone from far away as we approached the gates, but I couldn't make out who it was. Once we got to him, I saw who it was.
It wasn't anyone I recognized, but it was a flamingo. A bright, pink flamingo with glasses on his beak. His legs themselves were a darker shade of pink
"Mordecai, this is Isaac." Benson said as he gestured to the flamingo. He stuck out his wing and I took it in mine. His feathers were a lot fluffier than other bird's feathers, a trait of the flamingoes.
"Nice to meet you." He said to me. His voice was very calm and interesting, it wasn't too deep but it had the sort of pitch that you'd expect from a monotone person, but still with personality and emotion.
"Nice to meet you too." I said as I shook his wing awkwardly. We were about the exact same height.
"Well now that you two have gotten acquainted, I wanted to tell you two that the only jobs you guys really have are to go clip some of the hedges and to go wash some of the tables over at the snack bar. Mordecai, you know where to get the cleaning supplies for that, right?" Benson asked me, an eyebrow raised. I nodded to him. "Okay, it's settled, Skips is going to go set the bed for Isaac and yeah." Benson said as he walked back towards the house.
"Sooo…how is it working here?" Isaac asked me, trying not to be awkward.
"It's great," I said as I looked behind me. "Want to start making our way over to the snack bar? We could converse on our way." I said to Isaac. He nodded and we began to make our way over to the snack bar.
"So how long have you been working here?" Isaac asked me.
"I don't honestly remember, to be honest." I said to Isaac who adjusted his glasses. Glasses on anthros weren't all that common, so I guess you could call Isaac a sort of rarity.
"Well, that's nice, I guess." Isaac said back awkwardly.
"What about you, this your first job?" I asked him, he nodded.
"Yep. Straight out of high school." Isaac said to me, that kind of surprised me, and it obviously showed on my face.
"Really? Man, I've been out of high school for a while, being twenty-three and all." I said to Isaac who nodded.
"Yeah, I'm young." He said, shrugging.
"Why aren't you going to college or something?" I asked him.
"I got this job to save up money for college, I couldn't get a scholarship during school, since I wasn't all that over-achieving." Isaac said back.
"I see. What do you want to do in college?" I asked him. I could see the snack bar from here.
"Something related to art." Isaac said to me, my face lit up.
"Really? I have an art degree." I said to Isaac who nodded back.
"Why aren't you using it to get a job or something?" He asked me, I shrugged back.
"Haven't thought about it, to be honest. See, before you were hired, my best friend worked here. I would say that he had distracted me, but at the same time it was fun, to be honest. I liked being with him, and now he's gone." I said as we approached the snack bar.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He said back, I shrugged.
"No need to. I'm going to get in the bar real quick to get some cleaning supplies, I'll be right back," I said to Isaac who nodded. I quickly made my way inside the empty bar and I grabbed a bottle of blue liquid with two rags and made my way back out. The tables were made out of a plastic wood so they could easily be cleaned with wiping liquids. "Here." I said handing Isaac a rag. He took it and I sprayed his rag with the liquid and my own and we began wiping the crap off of the table, along with the chairs.
"So, what kind of person are you, Isaac." I asked him.
"Well, I've been told I'm just here and there, quiet, shy. I'm usually misunderstood just because I'm a flamingo, people sometimes think I'm a female sometimes." Isaac said back casually.
"I could understand that." I said to him, he chuckled.
"Yeah, and I'm openly gay, not much about that." He said to me, I nodded to him.
"How's that been working for you? Out of the closet?" I asked him.
"Been working well, didn't have much trouble in high school with it, and I came out in my junior year." He said back.
"That's good." I said back as I finished the table I had just been cleaning.
"You're pretty chill about it, aren't you?" he asked me, I shrugged.
"You get used to it, being in the art community. The small time I've spent in it has given me enough time to get used to it." I said to him.
"That makes sense. You gay yourself?" He asked me, I shook my head.
"No. Actually, I've been trying to get a certain robin's attention for a while. Hasn't been working out so well." I said to Isaac, awkwardly chuckling.
"Ah, I see. Unrequited love." He said to me, I chuckled back.
"Yeah, I guess. Have you even finished a table?" I asked Isaac as I watched him wipe the chairs.
"I'm kind of slow…"He said back awkwardly, I chuckled.
"It's understandable, it's your first day here. You'll enjoy it here, trust me." I said to him, he gave me a small smile.
"Who else works here?" He asked me.
"Well, there's Benson who you met, he's the manager, in a way, there's this man named Pops, he's the park owner's son, but you shouldn't fear him, he's a free spirit. There's an immortal yeti named Skips, a green dude named Muscle Man, and a ghost named High Five Ghost. That's it." I said to him, he nodded to me.
"You guys sound like a crazy bunch." He said to me, I chuckled.
"We can be." I said as I moved over to another table.
"You seem to be really collected with yourself, I wonder why you haven't got this robin's attention yet." Isaac said to me, I shrugged.
"Not sure, but whatever. Let's just get this finished." I said to Isaac who complied.
"That was a great day." I said as I entered the bedroom, Isaac behind me. I barely even recognized the room, there was a bad in the corner where Rigby's trampoline used to be. The bed itself was about the same size as mine.
"Yeah, I'm liking it here. This house isn't too bad, either." He said to me as he went over to his bed and lied down.
"Tell me about it, it's nice living." I said as I went over and sat on mine, putting my back against the wall and my feet dangling off the bed.
"So, what type of person was your friend?" Isaac asked me.
"A raccoon named Rigby. He's a child at heart, I guess you could say, and he always loved to have fun. He's a joy to be around, really." I said to Isaac who nodded.
"He sounds relatively adorable." He said back, I chuckled.
"Well, I guess you could call him that." I said back awkwardly, Isaac chuckled.
"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower before going to be, you going to sleep now?" He asked me. I looked out the window to the dark skies.
"Yeah, probably. Even though it's Saturday tomorrow, it'll still be a long day ahead of us. Saturdays sometimes are the busiest." I said to Isaac. He grabbed a towel off the foot of the bed and left the room, leaving me to my own.
I shifted in the bed, trying to get comfortable, and seemed to fall asleep in an instant.