Regular Show Madness...
Red...
Deep red...
That's all I see...
This isn't real it's just a dream.
My best friend and boss didn't just get killed by a psychopath..
That has been haunting me for months now. Nobody believed me.
Ha! I proved them wrong...
Who's laughing now!
No! Rigby, stop thinking that way...
I'm going crazy...
Why..?Why?Why?Why..?
I'm so stupid I could have stopped him...
This is all my fault...
Who am I kidding, I couldn't have stopped him.
I'm pathetic...
Narrator POV
Rigby sat in front of his best friend and boss.
Mordecai and Benson...now dead.
Their blood in Rigby's sat there...cheeks drenched in his to believe it was all a , it wasn't.
He grabbed Mordecai's and Benson's hand.
"Hey, you guys are fine...we all are "
Rigby whimpered and hugged them both.
"What am I gonna tell your families?
'Yup.I watched them get stabbed to death, brutally and did absolutely nothing to stop ? Because I'm an idiot."
Rigby didn't know what to do now. He looked around and behind him was a shiny gun. It looked like it was conveniently placed there.
Rigby slowly reached out for he held it ,he looked at for a moment.
"It's not like I have anything else to live for..." He whimpered as he put the gun inside his mouth.
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