Rigby slept in his trampoline, tossing and turning in the laundry. He snored with content as he curled up in the perfect position.
Then he heard yelling.
You better get up right now or you're FIRED!
Crap!
Rigby flipped up out of his comfortable position and saw Mordecai and Benson standing over him.
"What now?!" Rigby hissed, his tail thrashing.
"YOU OVERSLEPT, YOU IDIOT!" Benson snapped, "You two were supposed to clean the park bathrooms!".
What if I don't feel like it? Ever thought about that? However Rigby would never say that out loud to his boss.
"C'mon, lets go Rigby, we got to work" Mordecai sighed.
Ugh, fine! Rigby got up and both of them left to clean the park restrooms.
Later, Rigby went to the Coffee Shop. Mordecai, whom was over Margaret(sort of), would normally go with him, but Mordecai chose to help Skips clean the golf carts to make up for the fact that they both overslept.
Rigby shouldered his way through the doors, and crawled in.
Eileen smiled and waved, "The usual?".
"With a Ham Sandwich Lunch Combo, please" Rigby replied. Eileen nodded and took off to do that.
Rigby stared off, something felt...different. Something felt odd, strange. Like he needed to do something to complete his life, to solve a mystery...
You're probably just tired, rest when you get back, you'll be fine tomorrow. But Rigby was unsure if that would even work...
"Your usual with the Ham Sandwich Lunch Combo" Eileen said, giving it to Rigby.
"..Oh! Sorry, thanks" Rigby replied suddenly.
"You're Welcome" Eileen replied before walking away.
Rigby ate in content bites and left. Each pawstep on the park's grounds made his mind hurt, and he didn't know why.
If things didn't get crazy enough, Rigby heard the vague, silent whispers in his mind, speaking to him.
Help us...
We need you, Whisker!
Come back!
Why aren't you answering us?
"Because you're just voices in my head! SHUT UP!" Rigby snarled.
"Uh...Rigby" Rigby flipped around in alarm and saw it was only Thomas.
"Hey..." Rigby said, mentally face-palming himself, he was being such an idiot!
"Hey, if you're not busy, I could use some help getting the stray dogs out from under the bridges" Thomas said, pointing to the bridge afar.
"Oh yeah, sure..." Rigby said, following Thomas.
Suddenly, visions of huge, short-snouted dogs appeared in his head, their tongues lolling out of their mouth, and their sharp teeth sticking out.
Whisker, stay away from them!
They'll kill you!
My name isn't Whisker! I already told you, SHUT UP! Rigby got more frustrated at the voices that suddenly appeared this day.
Thomas and Rigby approached the bridge and saw a cardboard box, snoring noises were inside.
Rigby felt something slimy around his neck, he looked down, it was a raw steak around his neck, tied up with a knot.
"I needed you as the proper bait so I can block this area of the bridge while they're...chasing you" Thomas explained.
"What?" Rigby couldn't believe his ears, and the voices began screaming slurred words that he couldn't hear, almost so loud he couldn't hear Thomas.
"Please? I can't do this without you! You're fast, right?" Thomas asked.
If I knew I was doing this, I wouldn't have ate! Rigby trembled at the thought.
"Y-yes" Rigby replied, "I can do this".
"Great! Just cross the river and move around with the steak around your neck, just lead them to the other side of the City, preferably the Alley" Thomas explained.
Rigby gulped, did Benson know he was doing this?
Rigby jumped in the river and leaped out, almost falling back in because of the steak's weight. Rigby was about to approach the box till visions flashed again.
NO MORE VISIONS! I'M GOING TO GET KILLED! But it was too late.
Rigby was in the middle of the same dogs in his vision, Rigby knew this wasn't real, but it sure felt like it.
Raccoons were in the bushes, screeching "Whisker!" from all around.
Rigby stood in fear, he needed to wake up to face the real dogs! Not this vision!
Right as the huge dog leaped, it transformed into a skinnier dog.
The vision was gone!
The huge golden dog snapped at his neck. Rigby flipped out of the dog's grip and jumped across the river, running from the huge paws. He glimpsed back, more dogs were chasing him
Stupid voices! Stupid visions! Rigby already felt tired running, but at least he was in the city.
Sweat fell from his fur and onto the steak attached to him. Rigby knew he couldn't run much longer.
He heard the dogs snarling and yowling in triumph as they caught up to him. The golden one grabbed his scruff and tossed him across the Alley.
Rigby fell with a thud and gasped in pain as one of the dogs picked him up and threw him just like the other one did.
The dogs took turns picking him up and throwing him around till his vision blurred and he felt the taste of blood in his mouth.
Thanks a lot, Thomas! Rigby felt his body slam onto the concrete. And he felt darkness take over...
Rigby than woke up in a forest, the sky was a dark blue. He noticed a raccoon twice his size walk towards him
"What now?!" Rigby hissed, "Are you here to bring more agony to what I'm already dealing with! I'm probably already DEAD!".
"You need to return to the Mountains" the huge raccoon said.
"Return?!" Rigby growled, "I've never been to any mountains in my life!".
"There is a lot you don't know" the large raccoon growled, "Your parents and your brother, Don, are all tall, but you're not".
"Yeah, so?" Rigby asked, what was he trying to say.
"They're not your real family" the large raccoon growled before disappearing.
What?!
"WAIT!" Rigby screamed, "COME BACK!".