Chapter 3(1.2)
Hey guys, sorry I'm taking so long to update, I just had really bad writers block. But it's somewhat gone now. Anyway I got a review from clonearc17 which gave me an idea. He said "But from my own view, this story would dramatically be much more effective if it was told through Benson alone and Benson's thoughts on all of this. He'd have his emotional preference rather than a "make him feel better" story". I liked the idea, so I've decided to continue the story from Bensons POV. Also I'm going to redo the first and second chapter from his POV. So enjoy, Allons-y!
Benson took the mug. "Thanks guys, but um…" Benson looked over his "World's Best Boss" mug.
"What? Don't you like it bro?" Muscle Man asked. Everyone was concerned.
Benson smiled. "No, I just wasn't expecting it. Now get back to work." He said. Everyone Walked away, Benson went to his desk, sat down, and poured himself some coffee in his new mug. He put it down on a coaster and began reading a paper, it said.
Notice too patient.
We regret to inform you that you have stopped reacting to all of the following treatments,
Chemotherapy
Radiation Therapy
Targeted Therapy
Immunotherapy
Hyperthermia
Stem Cell Transplant (Peripheral Blood, Bone Marrow, and Cord Blood Transplants)
Photodynamic Therapy
You are currently in stage 3 but the tumor has grown enough to be almost counted as stage 4 and it is highly unlikely that you will live. We advise you to stop working and rest until further notice.
Sincerely,
Dr. Theta Sigma
Benson sighed and took a drink of his coffee out of his new mug. He set the cup down on a filing cabinet next to his desk; then he leaned back in his seat. Then after a moment he got up and threw his desk over on its side. "AHH!"
Benson started crying. Not a bawling cry, but a tear ran down his face, and he kind of sniffled. "BENSON!" Someone yelled. "Dude what's the matter?" Mordecai asked.
Benson quickly wiped his face. "What are you two slackers doing? I thought you were supposed to be working!"
"We're sorry Benson, but we could tell there was something wrong." Rigby explained. Benson sighed and fell back in his chair with his hand over his face.
"Look, there's something going on, and I'll tell you bozos if you promise to keep it a secret." Benson said.
Mordecai and Rigby looked at each other, and then back at Benson. "WE PROMISE!" They said in unison.
"You swear?" The gumball machine insisted.
"On Margaret's grave." Mordecai said.
"On meatball sub kind." Rigby answered.
Benson sighed one more time. "I'm leaving the park."
Yeah I know, this was probably a rather boring chapter. But it'll get better after I redo chapters one and two, I promise. Anyway, hoped ya liked it.
- Broda Decin
