Hi everyone! This is Greyy-Eyess with my very first Regular Show fic!
Just something to say, the first two chapters are going to be considerably short, but as the story progresses, the entries get longer.

Character Death

Enjoy!

June 2, 2011

4:35 PM

Hey Journal. First of all, I don't want to write in here. So don't spazz out because the most amazing being alive is writing in your lined pages. The only reason why I'm even writing in here is because Benson was curious about how my mind worked. Ugh, the nerve. Second of all, don't except me to actually write about crushes and romance and all that other useless crap. I'm not a girl, okay? (Besides, Benson is going to read this. So why would I want him to know about my love life?)

Mmph, okay. I'll give you a short summary of myself. I'm Rigby, older brother of Don and best friend of Mordecai. I'm 23 years old. I'm a groundskeeper of the Park. My life is pretty irregular. Blah, blah, blah. I don't even know why I'm writing this down, no one else but Benson is gonna read this.

Um, so yeah. Mordecai is calling me downstairs to play video games. This time I'm going to kick his butt!

~Rigby

June 5, 2011

3:00 AM

Well, I'm back. And if you want to know, I actually didn't beat him at Strong Johns three days ago. But it doesn't matter, because the only reason I lost was because I had to be sucky Player Two. He's ALWAYS Player One.

Wait, why am I writing this down? Because I couldn't sleep? I don't even know why the first thing that came to my mind was write in here. So I guess I'll just stop. Right here. Yep. So bye.

~Rigby

June 5, 2011

4:02 AM

Okay, I know it's only been about one hour since I last wrote here, but I'm trying to get my mind off of things now. You see, I just had some nightmare. Maybe writing it down will make me feel better…

It started with me sitting outside on a bench. Everything was fine, until Mordecai showed up. He waved and sat down next to me. But whenever I would talk to him he wouldn't answer. And that's when…the wind picked up. And Mordecai fell over. And in his back was a big bloody hole. And I realized that I was holding a bloody knife.

That's when I woke up. I don't know why I had the dream. It probably doesn't mean anything….but what if it does? Does it mean that I'm going to kill Mordecai?

All of this thinking is making my brain hurt. So I'm going back to bed.

~Rigby