Rigby sat alone on his best friend's bed. He was contemplating something that might just change his life. Or even end it. He took a deep breath, and let it out loudly. "Well… This is it, I guess." he said with a slightly depressed tone to his voice. He slowly slid off the bed, walked towards the desk in the corner of the room. From there, he polled out a razor, a pill bottle, and a revolver. "Hmm… Descisions, descisions…" he said to himself, and chuckled morbidly. "Hey, dude, what's happen-" His best friend and co-worker stopped mid-sentence as he saw the objects on the desk. "Rigby…"
He looked as if he was about to collapse, right then and there. "Mordecai… Th-This isn't what it looks like!" Rigby was lamely trying to explain. "Dude, than what the hell is it?" Mordecai looked scared. Confused. Lost. "… Mordecai, you can't stop me from doing this! It's my life!" "This isn't the case, and you very well know it!" The small raccoon quickly picked up the gun and held it to his head. "RIGBY!" "Sorry, Mordecai…"
Just one round was left.
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