Regular Show: The New Guy

Episode One: The Beginning

A/N: Hey, Everyone! Thanks for checking out my latest fanfiction.

As the title states, this story is about a brand new employee that comes to work at the park, and he'll inevitably meet the Regular gang of course. The entire story has a goal of 21 chapters. Some characters may be a little OOC for the first few chapters, but I think I can adjust to writing them in character after that. So, without further ado, I give to you the first chapter!

And a further note on my OC: I know the Regular Show fanon has so many OC's that it's driving a lot of you insane. Same here, it drives me crazy looking for a decent story without some kind of OC in it. But please don't worry, because I have worked hard to make sure Carter (My OC) is NOT a Gary-Stu, as most of the Regular Show OCs are. He is only here to help with the drama among the Regular gang, as well as to provide a bit of insight into how other people see the main characters. The main focus of the story is on Mordecai and Rigby's friendship, and the 'romantic' relationship between Mordecai and Margaret, and Rigby and Eileen. There will be a slight focus on my OC to showcase his own flaws later on, and show reasoning behind his motives, as well as to provide drama and insight like I said above. Any further questions are welcome. NOW, ON WITH THE FIC!

Disclaimer: Regular Show, Mordecai, Rigby, Pops, Benson, Muscle Man, High Five Ghost, Skips, Eileen and Margaret are not mine, but are J.G Quintel's. I've always wondered if J.G reads his fan's fanfictions…

The trees in the small park swished in the breeze, their shadows running across the green grass, lush and warm from the sun that beamed down upon it. A little house stood amongst the park, its faded green and white paint softly matching the surrounding color palette.

A raccoon's paws softly skittered on the porch of the green house, two glasses of water in hand. A blue jay that was sitting on the front step of the house looked back to greet the raccoon, his arm outstretched for the glass of water.

The raccoon pulled the glass back to himself, just out of the blue jay's reach.

"Dude, what the H?" The blue jay exclaimed. "It's freaking hot out here! Give me that water!"

"Mordecai, one second!" The raccoon moaned. "Let me sit down at least!"

"Fine, Rigby. Hurry up!" Mordecai told his friend.

Rigby sat down next to his friend, the raccoon's feet barely reaching the ground.

Rigby sighed. "Here ya go, Mordecai." He handed the sweating glass to his avian friend.

Mordecai took a sip. "Ah. That's good. Too bad the coffee shop was closed today. I could have gone for an iced coffee."

Rigby groaned. "Yeah, right. You just want to see Margaret."

The blue jay punched his friend in the shoulder, almost spilling his drink.

"Shut up, dude!"

Rigby puffed up his cheeks in protest.

"Make me!"

The two comically set down their drinks before letting out a series of punches aimed at the other.

As they fought, a lithe, anthropomorphic tom cat slowly paced up to the house, stopping to look at the comical pair.

"Ahem." He cleared his throat, hoping to gain their attention.

The two still fought, the blue jay landing a square kick between his friends legs. The raccoon let out a weak, girlish sound, and continued his assault on his friend.

"Hello? Can I have your attention, please?" The cat raised his voice.

Again, the two did not hear him.

"EXCUSE ME?" He growled.

The two paused right in the middle of giving each other "nuggies" to look at the cat giving them an off put glance.

"Can I speak to the manager of this park, please?" He asked politely.

Rigby sighed and stopped his assault on his friend's noggin to point at the door.

"He's inside." His voice was high pitched, for obvious reasons.

The cat nodded. "Thank you."

The cat walked past them, the pair still frozen in their position.

Ka-thud. The door shut behind him.

And once again, they continued their friendly fight.

The gumball machine nodded, sitting across the table from the cat, looking at the file laid out in front of them.

"Hmm… I like your resume, uh," He looked back at the previous page, and cleared his throat. "Carter, is it? Is it true that you've also worked at New York's Central Park?" He said, smiling.

Carter nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Yeah. I love working at parks. The atmosphere is just so…" He took in a large breath of fresh air. "…Comforting."

Just as Benson was about to give Carter his contract, the front door burst open.

"Dude, I'm sorry!" Carter didn't know the voice, assuming it was the blue jay's.

He could also assume that by the sobs coming from nearby, that the raccoon was pouting.

"Yeah, tell that to my crotch and my eye!"

"Look, I'll get you some ice packs. Will that make you happy?"

Carter heard a whimper, then: "Yeah."

The house was silent, then there was an opening of a fridge, the rustling of two plastic bags, the shutting of said fridge, then the opening and quiet closing of a door somewhere upstairs.

Benson sighed and pushed the contract and a pen over to Carter.

"Morons." He muttered as he got up to leave.

As Carter signed the contract, he heard muffled noises upstairs.

He looked up from the contract.

"Who are they?" He asked Benson.

Benson looked back at Carter, obviously stressed as he answered. "Mordecai and Rigby. They're slackers, with a capital S. Honestly; I don't know why I haven't fired them yet."

Benson had called an employee meeting outside on the porch steps. Mordecai walked outside, waiting briefly for his friend, who was hunched over with an ice pack in his arms, pressed up against his right eye. Mordecai sat down next to a lollipop-headed man, who let out a moan of concern as he saw Rigby. A green, chubby man let out a small chuckle as he saw the ice pack, and a ghost with a hand sticking out of his head let out a quavering chuckle and playfully shoved the green man.

"Oh, whatever happened to your eye, Rigby? Are you alright?" the lollipop-headed man said in a high pitched voice.

"I'm fine Pops…" Rigby answered him, trying to carefully dodge the question of what had happened as Benson started to speak.

The gumball machine had his arm slung around the cat standing next to him.

"Everyone, this is Carter. He's a new employee here. Mordecai and Rigby, I want you to show him around. Maybe you'll learn something from him."

Mordecai snorted, and Rigby groaned, muffled by the ice pack on his face.

"Okay, now that we have settled that, let's get started with today's work. Rigby and Carter, I want you two to start picking up some of the litter around here. Mordecai, I want you to have my car's tires rotated and checked."

Mordecai moaned. "Ugh, why can't you do that?"

Benson's face turned slightly red. "Because, I have to fill out some important paperwork. Would you rather do that, Mordecai?"

Mordecai groaned and shook his head.

"Fine then. Muscle Man, High-Five Ghost, I need you to go pick up some stuff for the snack bar."

The green man shoved his fists up in the air. "Whoo! Yeah!" He high fived the ghost, and then shouted, "You know who else has to go pick out snacks for the snack bar? MY MOM!" He gave High-Five Ghost another high five and they ran/floated off towards the garage.

"And Pops," Benson casually asked the lollipop-headed man, "Where's Skips?"

Pops giggled. "Oh, he had to go out of town this morning! Said something about an auction for charity! What a noble cause, yes?"

Benson sighed. "Can you call him and ask when he'll be back?"

"Oh, yes! I'll phone him up right now!" Pops got up and pranced into the house.

Mordecai got up from the steps, lightly punching his friend in the shoulder.

"C'mon, dude. Let's get this over with." He grunted.

Rigby got up, dropping the bag with the now melted ice, and walked over to Carter.

"Hi, I'm Rigby." He extended his arm, greeting the cat.

Carter nodded and extended his hand to meet the raccoon's, and he shook his hand.

"Hi, I'm Carter."

Mordecai walked past him, and Carter turned to meet him. Mordecai leapt back, eyes showing he was intimidated by the cat's presence.

Carter sensed his fear, and chuckled. "Hi, I'm Carter." He extended his hand.

Mordecai approached him slowly, and eventually grasped Carter's hand to shake it.

"Hi. I..I'm Mordecai." He stuttered.

Carter laughed to himself. "Nice to meet you, Mordecai."

Mordecai nodded in acknowledgement and started to walk away before stopping to ask Carter a question.

"Um, heh, I was wondering… Do you eat meat?"

Carter looked offended, and then he spoke.

"No. I'm a vegan. Why?"

Mordecai shook his head in embarrassment. "N…no reason. Nice to meet you, Carter." Mordecai walked off to the garage.

An awkward silence stood between the raccoon and cat, until Rigby surprisingly took the initiative to speak.

"Dude, we need to follow him. All the equipment we need is in the garage." Rigby informed him, scampering off towards the blue jay.

"Alright." Carter nodded, walking after the raccoon.

"This isn't so bad! Trust me, being a park employee at Central Park is way worse."

Carter said as he stabbed a can of Slurpy Cola with his spear.

"Yeah, yeah… Whatever. I just want to get this over with…"

Rigby complained as he lazily stabbed a piece of paper, which quickly flew away in the wind. His bag was barely full at all, while Carter's was on his second.

"You're not gonna get it done that way! You gotta stab deeper into pieces like that." Carter huffed.

"Really? Then why don't YOU show ME how it's done?" Rigby challenged, shoving his spear in Carter's direction.

"I'm not falling for that one, Rigby!"

"Oh, so now you're the wise guy, eh?"

Meanwhile, Mordecai was arriving at the tire store, and almost immediately, a strange looking figure popped up in front of the car, startling him.

"Aah!" Mordecai screamed.

The strange figure extended its hand in a wavy fashion.

"Hello, friend, are you here for maintenance?" He…She…It said.

"I… guess so…" Mordecai stuttered, confused.

"Excellent! I will take your place, friend!" It said.

Mordecai realized in almost an instant, he was out of the car, and the… 'it'… was already working away at breakneck speed on the tires.

"Woah. I didn't know service is this fast." Mordecai scratched the back of his neck.

Suddenly, he was back in the car, and he looked out his window to see the 'it' standing next to it.

"Thanks… I guess." Mordecai thanked it. "How much was that?" He fished around in his wallet for the money his boss gave him.

"It's on the house!" It said in a creepy voice.

"Okay…" With that, the blue jay drove off.

"Heheheh, everything is going according to plan…" It said in a creepy voice.

Suddenly, the owner of the tire store walked out and noticed the creep.

"Hey! Didn't I tell you never to come here again! Shoo!" The man yelled, and instantly, 'It' was gone.

"Weirdo." He groaned, and walked back into his shop.

Mordecai ran his wing through the feathers on the top of his head as he let out a long sigh.

"Ah. Glad that's over with."

Suddenly, a dark flash of power emanated from the side of his vision.

Mordecai gasped as the dark power seemed to grow appendages and it grasped the wheel. He tried to wrestle the force off the wheel, but only got shocked instead.

"What the crap?" Mordecai scrambled back into his seat.

A familiar voice cackled in evil joy as he made the car swerve back and forth on the road.

"It's seems to be the end of the road for you, blue jay!" The genderless voice screeched.

Mordecai was whacked against the window as the car turned into the park, tire marks blackening the sidewalk.

Rigby and Carter were in the middle of a mock fight with their spears.

"Take this, Rigby!" Carter jabbed the staff at Rigby, the blunter end pointed at the energetic raccoon.

"No way, scaredy cat! Take that!" Rigby flailed the stick in Carter's direction.

"Oh ho! You missed!"

Carter parried Rigby's attack with skill and knocked the small coon down, the blunt end of the spear playfully pointed at Rigby's neck.

"Woah! I win!" Carter laughed as he pumped his fist in the air.

"Stop talking!" Rigby pouted, crossing his arms in frustration.

"Calm down, man!" Carter smiled. "It was just a game!"

Rigby still pouted and crossed his arms. "Fine."

Carter leaned on a nearby tree and sighed. "Make sure you pick all the trash up Rigby!"

"What!" Rigby shouted in confusion.

"Remember? It was part of the deal. I win, you finish the job, if you won, I finished the job. You lost."

"Oh come on, man! I thought you were joking!"

Carter rolled his eyes. "Fine, Rigby. I'll help."

A moment of silence… then…

"Rigby… Do you hear that?" Carter asked.

"What? No, I… I didn't call you an…" Rigby nervously muttered.

"NO! It's the sound of someone screaming…"

Rigby listened closely, and sure enough, it was someone screaming. It was hard to hear over another sound…

"Dude! I hear a car too…" The coon's ears twitched, and he soon made out the voice to be…

"Mordecai! He's the one screaming!" Rigby got on all fours and ran towards the sound of his best friend's voice.

"Woah! Wait for me, Rigby!" Carter sprinted after him, the litter bags forgotten.

Rigby stopped near the edge of the forest when the screams of his friend were loud and clear, the noise of the motor almost deafening.

"Mordecai! Where are you?" Rigby yelled out.

Carter was just barely catching up to him. "Jeez, man! Slow down…"

Almost immediately, a car leapt out of the bushes, and it was headed straight for Rigby.

Mordecai screamed at the top of his lungs as the car rampaged through the park, barely missing pedestrians and messing up the well-kept lawn with its demon tires.

Suddenly, the car headed for the bushes near the edge of the forest. Mordecai gasped as the car barely missed a tree and it was brought to a stop behind a set of tall bushes, completely out of sight.

As Mordecai caught his breath, a familiar raccoon appeared in front of the car.

Rigby.

The moment Rigby stepped out in the open, the car revved its engines as it sped towards the unsuspecting coon.

"No, Rigby!" Mordecai yelled as the car closed in on his best friend.

Thump. The car smashed into Rigby, and he was launched over the car's hood.

"RIGBY!" The blue jay shouted. "No… No!"

Rigby's perception of time slowed down as he was catapulted over the car.

He knew he was hurt. His side that the car hit felt as if it were on fire. But he recognized the car as soon as he saw it. It was Benson's car, the one Mordecai took on some errand he was too occupied to remember. Therefore, Mordecai was in there, fearing for his life.

As soon as that clicked in his head, he let his sharp claws run down the top of the car. It felt like his claws were getting ripped out of their sheaths, and he closed his eyes in pain. But when he opened them, he was securely on top of the car. Alive.

"Ye-eah!" He managed to pump his aching fist in the air.

He looked down into the driver's side window to try and brag to Mordecai, but his friend looked like he was sobbing. Rigby pushed his ear to the side of the window and tried to listen.

"Rigby… Why… ? This is all my fault…" He heard Mordecai cry, and Rigby felt immense guilt.

Suddenly, he saw a dark mist wrapped around the car's steering wheel. He followed the strange mist until his eyes were locked on the demon tires, the evil mist surrounding them.

"Woah… That ain't good…" He said in apprehension. "If only I could…" He gasped, the adrenalin rushing though his veins almost instantly producing an idea.

He looked around to gather his bearings. He saw Carter in hot pursuit of the car, the spear grasped firmly in his paws.

"Carter! Hey!" Rigby waved his hand in the air towards the anthro tom.

He looked up at Rigby in shock, his eyes widening. "Rigby? How did you get up there?"

Rigby shook his head in haste. "Never mind that! Throw me the spear!"

Carter looked at him like he was crazy. "What? No way, I couldn't!"

"Do it!" The coon yelled.

Carter squinted his eyes in concentration, and Rigby saw the spear leave his hands, flying in an almost perfect arch towards the roof of the car. Once again, time slowed down for Rigby.

The spear flew towards the roof, and Rigby had to duck, the sharp end only inches from almost splitting his back open. With a metallic Shthunk, the spear lodged itself into the car roof.

Mordecai stopped crying as soon as he heard a large noise from the top of the car. He looked up and saw one of the spears used for picking up litter lodged in the roof. He gasped as it was removed, revealing the raccoon he was grieving for in the view of small hole.

"Rigby!" He smiled as his best friend looked back at him.

"Mordecai!" Rigby smiled back. "I can totally fix this! I promise!"

Mordecai grinned at the familiar words. "Then get me out of here!"

Rigby nodded, and moved out of sight.

Suddenly, Mordecai noticed the spear dangling over the edge of the car, and he felt the car shake as the spear stuck into the tire, the car swerving out of control.

Soon, the others were taken out as well, and as the car rolled bumpily to a stop, he heard the evil force scream out in pain as the mist faded from the tires and the wheel. Mordecai opened the door, and tried to step out, but he almost immediately collapsed in shock.

"Ugh…" The blue jay moaned. As his vision faded, two little feet landed on the ground next to him.

"Oh crap! Mordecai!" Rigby shook the bird in panic.

Carter caught up to them, his breath coming out in heaves.

"Don't worry, man. I think he's fine. The car though…"

The duo looked over at the car in exhaustion. The car itself wasn't scratched up too bad, but the tires were melted over the rims, ripped to shreds.

"Dude… We're screwed. Benson's gonna be pissed!" Rigby gasped.

"I'll take care of the car." Carter offered. "You take Mordecai inside; he's not doing too well. Stall Benson for me, I won't take long."

Rigby gave him a worried look, and then he sighed. "Fine. Good luck." He picked up his friend and started for the house.

Carter looked at the car with a stressed out look, and shook his head while he dialed a nearby towing service.

Rigby shut the door behind him; Mordecai already slumped over the couch.

The coon sat next to his friend, giving him a nervous glance. He soon heard the familiar rattle of gumballs as his employer walked into the living room.

Benson strode in, his clipboard in hand. "Hey, Rigby, did you get all that…" He glanced at the couch, and immediately he gave Rigby a worried look. "What happened to Mordecai?"

"Oh, uh… during me and Carter's job, he stopped by and said he wasn't feeling well, so, uh, once Carter and I finished up, Carter took the car to the, uh, shop! Yeah…" Rigby lied, nervously patting his hands together as he looked at the floor.

Benson gave him a hard stare. "…Really?"

Rigby quickly nodded in response. "Yeah. Really."

An awkward silence hung in the air, then… "Okay then." Benson returned to his office, the door slamming shut behind him.

Rigby let out a breath he had no idea he was holding as he laid down on the couch next to his friend. He watched as Mordecai flinched slightly, before opening his eyes.

"Dude! Are you alright?" Rigby started shaking his friend, panic in his eyes.

Mordecai groaned, and turned his head to look at Rigby. Before he knew it, Rigby was encased in a hug, the feeling of soft feathers surrounding him.

"I'm so glad you're okay." Mordecai sighed. "When you got hit by that car I thought you'd…"

"Yeah, yeah, I know… Enough with the gushy stuff, man, I'm still in pain from the whole thing. Ow…" Rigby said, his speech muffled by Mordecai's feathers.

Mordecai laughed, and let go of Rigby. "Sorry, dude. Didn't know I was smothering ya."

"It's okay, dude." Rigby smiled.

They smiled at each other for a while, before Rigby piped up.

"You wanna play Strong Johns?"

"Anytime, dude."

Carter drove down the park's main road, the new tires gliding over the road smoothly. He rolled a smooth stone in his hands, a soft, warm heat emanating from it from its last use. He smirked as he thrust it into his pocket, glad he had found such a rare item.

He rolled into the house's garage, and put the car into park as he turned the key to take it out, sliding it into his pocket next to the stone.

As he opened the door as quietly as he could, he heard snoring coming from the living room, and he walked over to inspect the noise.

The two best friend laid on the couch, the TV's soft glow shining on their faces.

Rigby was on his side, his head resting against Mordecai's side, while the blue jay had his feet resting on the table, his head thrown back and his mouth agape, the controller still in his hands.

Carter turned around as he heard a door close, and saw Benson with a small coat hanging over his metal frame, and he assumed he was heading somewhere.

"Hey, Carter. 'Bout time you got here. You can sleep in Mordecai's bed, seeing as he's sleeping on the couch tonight. I'll be off to my apartment." He knocked Mordecai's feet off the table, muttering something about "rules."

"Thanks. Sorry about getting here so late, I had to pick up something. I've paid for the gas I used." Carter whispered, grasping the keys from his pocket and handing then to the gumball machine.

"Thanks. See you in the morning, then." Benson nodded.

"Alright. I'll see ya. Night." Carter whispered. He started to head to bed, before he realized something.

"Benson." He started. "Where's the room?"

His boss chuckled. "It's upstairs, the first door on the right."

"Thanks." Carter headed upstairs.

The machine hopped in his car, and reached for the keys in his jacket's pocket. They were strangely warm, considering he had very little body heat of his own, being metal, and they had not been in his pockets or Carter's pockets, he assumed, for very long.

"Huh, that's strange." He mused. But he thought nothing more of it as he drove off, anticipating the soft bed back at his apartment.

A/N: Thanks for reading! Please R&R, and check back often for new chapters. Any feedback is appreciated, and expect a new chapter every other Sunday.

Adio…

-WarriorcatZ1324