Hey, I'm aware that many of you liked it up until Mia showed up in the previous chapter. Just for the sake of saving myself any more of these types of reviews; I have something completely different in mind for this fic. I mean…wow. Just, wow. It's important to understand that not everything is how it appears. I'm not mad; I was just confused at first. Anyways, more chapters should give a little more light on the subject.
Mordecai returned to the park to only have his happiness sucked out of him once more; he saw the moment Margaret and Paul kissed. Talk about such bad timing. Mordecai had completely forgotten about the wedding due to his wondering about that mysterious girl with the Aletheia Corporation. Mordecai went straight up to his room at the house, and sat in the middle of the floor, completely motionless. Half an hour later, Rigby showed up.
"Hey, dude." Rigby said when he saw Mordecai, "I know you didn't want to show up at the wedding, but you still have to…com-sen-pate, or whatever, for my fake 'lack of knowledge' around her!"
Mordecai remained sitting, staring straight in front of him.
Rigby waved his hand in front of his face, "Helloooo? Did someone forget to pay the brain-bill?" he asked loudly. Mordecai still made no action.
Rigby smirked as an idea came to him. He went over to Mordecai's bed, and pulled something out from under his pillow, "Hey, Mordecai. Lookee here. I got your Gameboy, and watch what I can do to it!" he snapped the system in half right in front of Mordecai, but he didn't express even the slightest anger, let alone any emotion, or movement.
Rigby got another idea; he took a paper bag, blew air into it, and smashed it between his hands about a foot away from Mordecai's face, making a loud bang. Mordecai did not flinch; not even a blink.
Damn, Rigby thought, this is really starting to bug me. He then got some boiled eggs from the fridge, and stood right in front of Mordecai. "Oh, Mordecai, you hungry? 'Cause I'm gonna feed you!" he said, immediately before hurling an egg, which splattered across Mordecai's forehead. No reaction. Rigby through another egg, and another, and five more after that. Mordecai sat unchanged, except that he was now covered from head to foot in boiled eggs.
Rigby now had absolutely no idea how to snap Mordecai out of…whatever he was in. "Maybe I should go get Skips…" he said to himself, leaving the house and heading to Skip's place.
Rigby found Skips washing the cart, and told him about Mordecai. Skips set the hose down, "I'll take a look at him." He said.
They both went back to the house, and found Mordecai still sitting with total immobility. Skips took a few moments to examine Mordecai after Skips used a scrub-brush to get all of the egg off him; holding out his arms, checking his pulse, looking into his eyes with a penlight, pressing down on a few areas, et cetera. Rigby stayed quiet while Skips worked; to him, it looked almost like a clinical exam.
After about two minutes, Skips spoke: "Yeah, I've seen this before." He said.
Rigby sighed in relief at the conclusion of the diagnosis, "So, what's wrong with him?" he asked.
"Well," Skips began, "excessive depression has caused his five senses to temporarily shut down, and his consciousness how exists inside a world within his mind."
Rigby didn't care about the details, "So, how do we wake him up?" he questioned.
Skips rubbed his chin, "Well, I do have a spellbook that I recently unearthed, and I think there was a spell somewhere used to bring someone back to consciousness." He suggested.
"Okay," said Rigby, "let's just get the magic trick over with."
"I'll be right back." Said Skips, as he headed out the door. Some time later, he returned with a very old and battered-looking book.
"Let's see…" he said, rifling through the pages, "Cure warts, no…Make it rain, definitely not…Become invisible, useful, but not now…Ah! Here it is! Awakening."
Skips then set the book beside himself, placed one hand on Mordecai's forehead and his other on Mordecai's chest, and read the incantation on the page; "From the depths of pitch-black dimensions, and from darkness of despair..." The area's of Mordecai's skin that Skips was touching began to glow a bright red,"…May the light of the bright world bring you forth, to leave behind all care."
Mordecai suddenly flinched as the red light went out, and then he yawned, "…But mom, I'm too tired to go to school…" he said, disoriented.
"Ah, Mordecai, you're finally awake." Said Rigby.
Mordecai rubbed his eyes, "Huh…? How long was I out?" he asked.
"Probably an hour." Said Skips, "Anyways, since I'm done here, I'll be going." And he left.
Rigby smirked, "So…'excessive depression', am I right?" he said, smugly.
Mordecai raised a brow, "Dude, what? Why would you think that?" he asked.
"You still got the hots for Margaret." Rigby replied in a sly tone.
Mordecai glared, "I do not!" he yelled.
Rigby laughed, "Yes you do! I pretend to be asleep while you stare at a photo of her in a bikini every night, and…y'know, pull the joystick. That's just wrong, man…" he said, still laughing.
Mordecai's face flushed so deep that there was not a faint trace of blue on it, "Not true, man! The only joystick-pulling I do is on a flight simulator!" he retaliated.
Rigby laughed harder, "Dude, you know there's no way outta this! You can't deny the truth! Da-a-a-a-amn, this is just too good!" he said, straining to even breathe.
Mordecai finally became too angry, "Get the hell out of here! I don't want to see you until tomorrow, or else!" he said, raising his fist.
Rigby's eye widened, "Dude, c'mon, we're friends! I was only joking…" he said.
"You shouldn't even joke about stuff like that!" Mordecai argued further, "Just go!"
Without another word, Rigby ran out the door on all fours. Mordecai slammed the door afterwards. Then, he lay on the bed. He couldn't believe that the girl he had loved all his life was married to someone who didn't look half-decent. Of course, Margaret says "It's the inner qualities that count.". Mordecai sighed, he felt like he had to get away from this place. And that's when a thought came to him; surely Mia would show up at the coffee shop tomorrow. Maybe he could sneak out while giving Rigby a portion of his paycheck for extra work, and go visit her?
Mordecai was curious about what the Aletheia Corporation was, and what they do. Perhaps…maybe he could consider employment with Aletheia…with assistance from Mia, perhaps. Yes, this would be perfect; he would receive a better paycheck, be able to get his own place, maybe have a more enjoyable career, and especially, he could get away from the pain and depression that this hole he spent his few years in has given him. This was a brilliant idea, and Mordecai lay longer, thinking more and more about it.
Looks like Mordecai has gotten some sort of plan to aid him in his desperate time. But really, would this be the best option? Is giving up everything you already have for more worth it? These questions will be answered as the story goes on, so for now, we wait. Keep holding on…
