Alright, so here's Chapter 2: Just a Greet. It will have more characters, from different shows/channels, and even a few OCs that don't exactly have a major role in the story, but you'll see...

And I should probably type this too, should I?: I do not own most characters that are in this story; most belong to their original creators and channel. There are going to be many different ones, so I had decided not to list them. But certain characters will belong to certain channels, such as: Cartoon Network, Nickelodeon, The Hub, Disney Channel, and even Adult Swim.

Chapter 2: Just a Greet

The raccoon sighed, while in the middle of walking to the main office. Finally standing in front of an elevator, Rigby pressed the only button that controls the lift.The button lit up, and so did a number at the top of the elevator. The light quickly switched to a smaller number, making a beeping sound at each blink. A few seconds later, the doors finally opened.

Once inside, the animated mammal pressed the number "20". He waited, tapping his finger on a handle. For an elevator, it moves fast enough to make Rigby's stomach drop. In about ten to twelve seconds from the first floor, it reached floor twenty.

He stepped out, leaving the elevator to close itself. Then, he stopped, and looked around. The halls seem to be darker and slightly saturated compared to the other times he has been here. Not only that; there were no other people around, when usually it would be crowded, with characters trying to collect data or other works, trying to send them to the right place. But now, it's...

"A total ghost town...?" Rigby muttered to himself, surprised. "Huh. I thought there were gonna be guards or business-people around or something..."

Though dark, the raccoon managed to walk his way to the main office- not to mention that it was the only room that exposed plenty of light. He knocked a few times, then calmly called out, "Mr. S?"

The response was mild laughter. But no sign of telling him to come in.

'Who the 'h' is laughing...' Rigby thought. He knocked again, this time more firm. What he got was another group of voices; again, laughing. Getting a headache, he finally pushed the door open, with the doorknob making a squeaking sound.

"Mr. S-"

Several faces either looked up or turned around from their seats. A few were recognizable, but most were not.

"Ah, Rigby! How nice of you to show up!" A man in grayscale colors gave a cheery smile.

"Uh, wasn't I reported to come here?" The mammal's expression gave a twist, from annoyed to perplexed; his eyelids narrowed on one eye, the other twitching, though light enough for the others to not notice.

"Oh! Right, right, right!" The man stood up and pointed at a gray, empty stool.

"Have a seat!" He said, gesturing his offer in some sort of an over-exaggerated way- as far as the raccoon can tell, he was definitely pure pencil-drawn. A few limbs and areas were completely shaded in black, depending on the direction and angle he was standing. And while in motion, some parts of the "anatomy sketch" were either clearly or lightly shown, as if his design was unfinished.

"Hello? Anybody home?" The raccoon snapped back to his virtual world. The gray character was snapping his fingers continuously. Rigby quickly sat down onto the metal stool. He looked at the other chairs, hoping to find a more comfortable one. The sofa and velvet-like cushions were all occupied.

"So..." A sharp voice interrupted. Rigby snapped back to the man's attention again. He was sipping a mug of hot coffee. After taking a break from his drink, he continued:

"You all may be wondering why I reported all of you to come here... well, technically it was a woman, but you get the idea..." He cleared his throat.

"Anyways... remember last Earth week when there was this... announcement about new shows coming up the following week?"

"Yeah?" Some replied, others nodding.

"Well, the 'next week' is today!"

The others grinned and mumbled in agreement. They were then interrupted by a word.

"So," Rigby began. "What are the new shows? And-uh... " He took a second to think. "Am I in trouble?"

Mild giggling was heard from behind.

"What?" He turned around. "It's not like I've been called to come here just because I'm not in trouble... right?" He turned back to face Mr. S. "I mean, that's about the main reason I was called here, so..."

More giggling.

"Oh, why no, no, no, no!" The colorless character said all of a sudden. "I called you here- or rather, all of you here, for a special task for each or every two or three of you to do..."

"Wait, you mean like a job?" The raccoon impatiently blurted out.

"Hmm, well not exactly..." The man looked up at the ceiling, tapping his chin.

A noodle arm rose up.

"Yes, Jake?"

"Is it..." The orange pug-like animal held his sentence. "Fun?"

"Erm..."

More questions began blasting at him without permission. It went on and on, until Mr. S had to yell, "QUIET!"

Everyone froze, their eyes still locked on the man, whose eyes were popping out, dark veins showing around the edges. They turned back to normal once he stopped panting.

"Now that you all are listening: I have already assigned your places."

The colored characters shifted their eyes at each other, then back at Mr. S.

"Alright! So..." He pulled a desk drawer out and took out a thick, heavy packet. Rigby grunted. He wasn't expecting to be given "business work"- being an actor and working as a groundskeeper was tiring enough.

"And if any of you are wondering: no, this is not exactly the so-called most 'important business work'."

Okay, that made the raccoon shudder. He wasn't expecting the dude to know him that well, either. Or maybe it was just a coincidence...?

"But these are your assignments, after all. They also can be called: homework."

'GAAHH! If there's anything worse than that, my brain will explode!'

Suddenly, laughter took over his thoughts. He looked up, seeing characters gawking and cackle mockingly at him.

"What? What are you guys laughing about!?" Then it hit him, causing his ears to lower.

"I said that aloud didn't I...?"

"Yep," Mr. S nodded, handing the raccoon a section of the packet. The mammal hesitantly took it, and read the first page:

Guide(s) Name(s) *From original (last) to animated (first)*:

Salyers, "Rigby" Riggerson

Guide(s)'s Occupation:

Groundskeeper in R.S. Park

Guide(s)'s Occupancy:

997, Wire 10th Ave, Channel CN, Cable 519.06

'These are already filled up,' Rigby thought. 'Most likely by Mr. S.' The raccoon added, for being familiar with the handwriting. He then looked at the bottom of the page, where the last fill-in was.

Guide(s)'s Creator:

J.G. Quintel

The mammal rolled his eyes.

"Oh, so NOW I know who my creator is..."

He flipped to the next page. It contained the same questions, only this time, instead of "guide", it said "attending character". There were also some extras that needed to be filled in, such as the gender, species, race/breed, and all the "sensitive" information. Not that anything was filled out yet. Except...

Attending Character(s)'s Name:

Craig Slithers

"Okay- then..." The next thing he knew, was that he was on his way to the main entrance, or exit, of the main station in his view.

"Okay..." He breathed heavily. Then exhaled lightly. "Just say hi to them like you say it to every person you've met before. It's just a simple greet. Yeah, like, 'what's up'..."

"Just a greet..."