So yeah. I mentioned on a one-shot that school started, so obviously my updates are restricted now. I'm sorry if it takes a long time, but I don't wanna put out chapters like this where I didn't get enough time to work on them too much. Before I was dishing out chapters and docs like crazy and I just can't keep that up. Anyways, I tried my best and I hope you enjoy!
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Rigby was confused. He had already forgotten everything before the alternate world had appeared before him. Where was he? Who was he? Why was everything blank?
As the colors were splashed back on to the canvas of the world around him, everything began to return to Rigby. Yeah..he knew who he was. But, why did he just think everything was blank? Must've been a side effect, or another blackout. He came to next to a trashcan in a familiar grassy picnic area at the only park in town. Immediately he began to dig.
As he processed through the garbage, Rigby considered his choices for where to sleep tonight. He didn't have any friends to stay with, and his family wanted nothing to do with him of course. He could always stay on a park bench, but he'd have to get up early before that fat green dude and his pet ghost chased him out of the place. No, he'd have to worry about where he was staying later. It was an issue to be dealt with only once it actually presented itself.
The raccoon had barely broken the surface level of trash when he heard an angry voice from behind him. He bolted his head back, only to see a familiar sight.
"HEY YOU! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" Came a shout, accompanied by a furious gumball machine. Great, the park manager again.
Rigby made a break for the park exit with the angry manager in pursuit. He dodged a few couples and a family with a dog skillfully. The gumball machine-Benson?-was a quick one though. He nearly caught him more than once. As he stumbled out onto the street, now safely out of park property, he heard one last scream. "AND DON'T COME BACK, YOU FILTHY SCAVENGER!"
Rigby sighed. The sky was painted as if with water colors on a beautiful canvas, oranges bleeding into dark rich purples as the sun sunk into the horizon. Well, now was as good a time as any to find somewhere to sleep. But Rigby still had one last chore for the day.
Pulling the black hoodie he had been wearing all day over his head, the dark-eyed figure slunk into the shadows of an ally off of a side road on the outskirts of town. This particular event would be tough to talk his way through. He took a breath to calm himself, silently trying to lighten his own mood by thinking about how cliché and sketchy this deal would look. He still couldn't make himself smile.
A figure appeared on the other end of the dark ally, trailed by two slightly larger figures. All three were wearing similar hoodies to the small raccoon opposite to them. The two parties approached each other cautiously.
"You got the stuff, man?" Inquired Rigby, sounding unusually malicious.
"Depends. Do you have the money? Don't forget you owe me double for last time," replied the hooded figure. Rigby thought again about how cliché this looked. This time, he did get himself to smile. A little too hard.
The hooded men were puzzled by the small raccoons childish outburst of laughter. Was he already on stuff before the deal? Was he mocking them? Whatever it was, they were angry.
"Hey man, I ain't got time for this," the leader spoke again "If you're gonna call us here for a deal and treat it like a game, then you've got something coming for you." The figure raised a hand and flicked it forwards, signaling for the two larger figures to advance. The smile ran away from Rigby's face.
Rigby anticipated someone to pull a gun on him, but these guys did it old school. One lunged at him without any warning at all. As he neared the small animal, a sillhouette of his face was visible. Rigby saw a large scar running semi-circular from his eye to his mouth. This man clearly had been in many fights.
With the bulky man still coming at him very speedily, Rigby contemplated his options. In situations like this, he always felt as if everything was in slow motion as he could think quickly and logically at these times. He rapidly decided on a couse of action, ducking and throwing a punch upwards to the groin as the man flew over him. It was a move he had learned watching wrestling with Morde-no wait, a move he taught himself. The man flew into a pile of boxes behind him and didn't stir.
The next guy was leaner and better equipped, wielding a long switchblade. He stood and waited for Rigby to attack first, clearly understanding Rigby's insane reaction speed.
The raccoon roundhouse kicked the switchblade out of the thug's hand and took advantage of his shock to throw some punches at his stomach. The guy crumpled to the ground and moaned in pain. Classic move on a better equipped enemy. Rigby took a step back and admired his work. At least he was good for something.
Finally it was the ringleader's turn. However, he was clearly not the fighting type. Why else would he have his henchmen here with him?
"You crazy man! Get the fuck away from me, I ain't getting nowhere near you," shouted the man, turning to dash away from the scene. Rigby decided that he has a good idea there and turned to run off in the other direction before anyone arrived at the scene.
This was exhausting. Two more hours and still Rigby hadn't found a good place to sleep. He wanted nothing more at this moment than a friend to crash with. He could have a steady job by now with some encouragement. But he had been too lazy to even fill out a job application for the very same park he had been scavenging in earlier that afternoon. He had no motivation.
With no job to fill his time, and no friends to hang out with, Rigby had fallen victim to substance addiction shortly after flunking high school. His family had a zero-tolerance policy for that kinda stuff, and they kicked him to the streets until the day he could get his act together. That day never came.
Rigby went over his life story a hundred times a day, yet still couldn't understand how he had ended up here. He could do really anything he wanted, he was just too damn lazy. His eyes were now damp and hot as he longed for someone to call a friend. His legs were growing tired of wandering. Finally, he succumbed to a pile of trash in an allyway behind a coffee shop he loitered in sometimes. Of course the employees hated him there, especially this weird slutty robin and her super-mega-prude mole friend. He returned the feeling to them.
As Rigby stretched himself over the trash, he felt lost in a world of sketches, then whiteness. Yup, definitely side effects again. He closed his eyes, hoping to simply fall asleep and awake to a new world and a new life. A few more seconds and he couldn't help but to wonder if the hallucination was still going on. He opened his eyes and gasped at the sight before him.
So yeah. A little rushed, my first fight scene, and stuffs gettin serious in here. Review, enjoy, etc. Thanks!