I decided to make this one more about Pops, since the last three have been a little more focused on Benson
Note: If you haven't seen the episode "Really Real Wrestling", you may want to before you read this.
Pops glanced at his alarm clock. It said 8:15. Normally, he would be up and ready to start another day that was sure to be wonderful. But today, he didn't feel like getting up.
He wasn't sick, or tired, but Pops felt that he deserved to stay in his room. Call it Self Punishment. That, and there was a certain gumball machine that Pops' knew would be downstairs by now who he was trying to avoid.
*Knock knock* "Pops?" Pops' heart skipped a beat. The very person he was trying to avoid was right outside his door.
"Oh! I...um..." Pops couldn't think of a good excuse for him to not let Benson in. The gold doorknob began to slowly turn.
"Pops?" Benson slowly opened the door. He didn't want to open it quickly in case Pops had just finished taking a shower (he unfortunately had to learn this from experience). But when he saw Pops sitting under the covers on his bed, he quickly opened the door.
"Oh, good morning Benson," said Pops, trying to seem happy.
"Hey Pops," said Benson, "I was just wondering if you were awake."
"Oh yes," said Pops, "I'm just... enjoying the sunlight." He gestured to his window, which had a perfect view of the rising sun.
"Oh," said Benson. The two friends sat in silence for a couple awkward moments. Benson couldn't help but notice that Pops kept looking over at him, as if he was expecting the gumball machine to do or say something. "What?"
"Oh, nothing," the lolliman replied. A few more moments passed.
'Perhaps, I should ask,' Pops thought, before clearing his throat. "Benson, my good man?"
"Yeah, Pops?" Benson replied.
"Are, are you still upset at me?"
Benson raised an eyebrow. "Pops, what are you talking about?"
"Last night, you were upset with me for sneaking out to go to the big fight," Pops reminded.
Benson remembered back to that night. Having a sick feeling in his stomach, he headed back to the park, and found an empty house. With Pops having a hurt back and being with Mordecai and Rigby, the gumball machine was worried that the lolliman wouldn't even make it home.
But luckily, at around midnight, the trio came home. Benson was happy to see that Pops was safe, but he was furious with the bluejay and raccoon duo, so much so that he fired them.
But then, Pops explained that he had been the one to sneak out, and Mordecai and Rigby had to go get him. Benson didn't believe a word of it, since he still suspected that the two slackers had something to do with it, but he couldn't just call Pops a liar. So, he reluctantly gave Mordecai and Rigby another chance, and then escorted Pops to his room for a good night sleep.
"Pops, I was upset with Mordecai and Rigby, not you," explained Benson.
"But I was the one who snuck off to the fight," Pops reminded, "Aren't you upset with me."
Even if his naive personality got a little tiring at times, Benson could never be made at the lolliman.
"I'm not mad at you, Pops," said Benson, "I guess I was just worried that you would get hurt. But I'm not mad at you for sneaking out."
"So, I am forgiven?" Pops asked, sounding like a child asking his parent for forgiveness.
"Pops, I..." The gumball machine sighed. "Yes Pops, I forgive you." 'Even thought I don't have anything to forgive,' Benson thought.
Pops smiled, his face instantly brighter. "Oh, thank you Benson!" He wrapped his arms around his friend's metal body in a hug, and Benson awkwardly hugged back.
"No problem Pops." After the hug, Pops' stomach growled, and he invited Benson to join him in the kitchen for some breakfast. Pops made himself a bowl of cereal, while Benson just stuck to coffee. After a few minutes, they heard the sound of two pairs of feet walking down the stairs.
"*Yawn* Morning Benson," said Mordecai casually, as he and Rigby walked into the kitchen. The bird saw Pops, and smiled. "Hey Huge Head."
Rigby smiled, thinking of the great match. "Man Pops, I still can't believe you took out those guys. It was epic, totally worth snea...Ow!"
Mordecai had punched the raccoon in the arm before he could say anymore.
"Hmm," Benson said, as he took another sip of coffee. 'I knew those two snuck out too,' the gumball machine thought. He would have to be sure to give them extra chores, Or...
"Hey Pops," said Benson, getting the lolliman's attention, "You said your back is back to normal right?"
"Oh yes, I feel great!" Pops replied with a smile, "Why?"
"Well, since I didn't see your performance last night, maybe you can show me," said Benson, "and I bet Mordecai and Rigby won't mind helping you out."
Mordecai and Rigby started to get worried. "Um, hey I just remembered," said Mordecai, "Rigby and I have to, uh..."
"Clean out the garage!" shouted Rigby, "guess we better get going."
"Wait," said Pops, "perhaps you can work on that this afternoon. Please?" He looked up at them with big, pleeding eyes.
Not being able to resist, Mordecai and Rigby reluctantly decided to help Pops reenact the fight. While Pops wasn't trying to hurt the two, he ended up hurting them anyway. Not badly, but the two would be sore the rest of the day. And Benson just simply sat back and smiled.
"How was that Benson?" Pops asked after finishing off Rigby and Mordecai (who were now laying on the floor).
"Awesome Pops," said Benson, making the lolliman smile.
Not my best work, but I enjoyed writing it.