Human forms based on Animegirl1000's art on Deviantart.
"I'm sick of this, Mordecai!" Rigby shouted to his best friend. "You don't need her! It's time to get over her! She doesn't love you." Rigby's voice softened as he put his hand on Mordecai's back. "Let's find someone who does love you. We'll find a girl who's prettier, nicer, and so into you. Okay? Just get out of from under the covers and get dressed. We'll go clubbing."
A muffled okay was heard and Rigby got up from his friend's bed and closed the door gently behind him. Everyone was waiting just outside the threshold. Rigby smiled a little.
"He said he'd go clubbing, so…" Rigby looked to Benson.
"Neither of you can do anything with the mental condition you guys are in. I don't care. When you guy get better just do your work…" the redhead sighed.
"Rigby, you're really brave," Skips said quietly.
Rigby laughed quietly. He excused himself and got some things to shower. He looked at himself in the mirror. Short shaggy brown hair, auburn eyes, and sun-kissed skin made up his reflection. He took off his old, worn-out jacket and his long sleeved beige shirt. He looked into the mirror again. He traced an old scar from his shoulder to just above his heart.
He finished undressing before turning on the water to find a perfect temperature. He got in the tub, closed the curtain, and pressed the button for the shower. He tilted his face into the hot water and let it burn his skin. As he stood letting the water rush down him, he remembered the reason why he was feeling this inner turmoil.
He was nineteen at the time. He'd lost contact with Mordecai after dropping out of high school. His parents had kicked him out, and he was being chased by a group of men that wanted to rape him. He remembered the fear that settled deep into his stomach when he fell backwards off the chain link fence he was desperately trying to climb. He looked up, and one of the men roughly grabbed him by the back of his shirt.
Another laughed and unzipped his pants. Rigby struggled and grasped at his shirt's front. He was shoved roughly to his knees and something was shoved into his mouth. The other man began thrusting, and Rigby was sure he was going to choke. He then got really angry, so he bit down as hard as he could. He was quickly shoved back.
"Wha' happ'ned, Jack?" one slurred drunkenly.
"Lil' bitch bit me!"
Rigby was once again lifted into the air and he smelt the stench of alcohol before he saw the man's face. His anger was now outweighing his fear. The man yelled at him and shook him roughly. When he was done, Rigby tilted his head and sneered.
"Stop talking," he said quietly before he spit the man's blood back in his face.
Sudden searing hot pain made him cringe and cry out. Something was in his shoulder! His hands grasped at the hand pushing the object down and down. He knew the warmth trailing down his chest was his blood. The hot pain was now above his heart. Fear set in again.
Then he was dropped. He landed hard on his back and cried out again. The sound of hitting reached his ears, and he became even more terrified of this new potential attacker. He was lifted into warm arms and the smell of dark chocolate enveloped his nose. He heard faint whispers and gently opened an eye.
"M-Mordecai?" he squeaked out.
"Rigby? Holy shit! It is you! Don't worry; I'm taking you to the hospital! You'll be okay!" Mordecai was freaking out.
"I'm-" Rigby was interrupted by the need to cough. When he did, a small trail of blood slid down the corner of his mouth.
"Don't talk! Just keep your eyes on me. Don't close them, and don't talk!"
So, Rigby watched Mordecai as he ran to the hospital that ended up being only a few blocks away. He kept his eyes on Mordecai when the doctors took him away from him. He even envisioned Mordecai's pale face when the anesthetic was given to him. To his surprise, the first thing he woke up to was Mordecai's face. He smiled gently.
Rigby felt his hot tears join the water. He remembered how Mordecai, even though he was going through college at the time, visited him the entire week he was in the hospital. Mordecai had been so generous. Before he knew it, Rigby was deeply in love with his best friend. He sobbed quietly. He lowered himself to the floor and curled up to let the water sooth his troubles some. He tried to forget that he was in love with his best friend.
He shakily got up and washed himself quickly. He got out of the shower and dried off. Once he had his tan skinny jeans and black tank-top on, he looked in the mirror to fix his make-up. Even without his signature eyeliner, he had dark circles around his eyes. This whole Margaret fiasco was killing him. He hardly slept anymore, and it was really showing. He'd even lost two pounds because he was eating less.
When he finished he took a long look at himself. He tried to smile, but it just made him look more depressed. Sighing, he opened the door and walked out only to run into none other than the object of his affection. He looked up, and Mordecai mumbled sorry before shuffling into the bathroom. As soon as he heard the shower start, Rigby meandered down the stairs and into the kitchen.
Muscle Man was pigging out as usual at the table and high-five ghost was chatting with him. Rigby opened the fridge and took out a package of applesauce. He grabbed a spoon and ate quietly beside the sink. He threw the spoon in the sink and the empty container in the trash before going to the door to put on his red high-tops and messily tied them.
Just as he stood, Mordecai came down the stairs wearing his black skinny jeans and a light blue t-shirt. Rigby stared for a moment at his sexy crush and moved so his friend could put his shoes on. Rigby brushed a hand through his messy hair.
"You got your cell, dude?" Rigby asked.
Mordecai nodded and finished tying his shoes. Rigby opened the door, and they were on their way to the nearest club.