This one's a bit shorter than the others, but I had to write it. Enjoy! :)
For the first time in who knows how long, Benson had a Sunday off. Leaving Skips in charge, Benson went for a walk around the park. One would think that after spending so much time at the infamous park, he wouldn't want to be anywhere near it. But since he had no plans and nothing was going on anywhere else, so he decided a walk would be the best way to relax after a long week.
After about a half an hour of walking, Benson spotted a shady tree, and decided to take a lesson from Mordecai and Rigby and take a break. He was sound asleep in less than five minutes.
He wasn't sure how long he had been asleep, but by the time he had woken up, the sun was high in the sky. 'Must be sometime around noon,' Benson thought to himself. As he stretched, he heard a familiar sound. The sound of the park owner himself giggling.
At the bottom of the grassy hill, Benson spotted Pops crouching down and watching a brown, fluffy rabbit. It looked like he was trying to offer it a carrot stick. Benson smiled a little, the lolliman was always fascinated by nature, whether it be the animals of the park or the clear water in the fountain.
Looking at the rest of the open field, Benson saw Muscle man and High Five Ghost driving a cart around, probably off to do some random chore. He didn't see Skips anymore, but he did see Mordecai and Rigby, who were once again slacking off.
The bluejay and raccoon were over by a tall tree that desperately needed it's branches trimmed. But the shears were disguarded on the ground, and the two slackers were swordfighting with two clipped branches.
Benson rolled his eyes. "Idiots," he mumbled. Even though it was his day off, Benson still decided it would be best to help Skips out and get the two employees back to work.
"Hey!" he shouted. Mordecai and Rigby froze, but continued after a few seconds. They must've thought that if they ignored Benson, he would ignore them. 'That or they have a death wish,' Benson thought. He yelled a couple more times, but to no avail.
Red faced and fists ready, Benson began to ran towards the two slackers. But he was so focused on them, that he didn't notice the rock on the ground.
It was like one of those home movies people send in to get money. Almost in a cartwheel fashion, Benson tripped over the rock, and rolled down the hill. When he was almost to the bottom, he felt something hit his skull and cause him to fly up in the air and land flat on his back.
"Oww..." the gumball machine said before he blacked out.
()()()()()()()
When the gumball machine started to come to, he felt two things, no, two hands. One felt rough and aged, and it was pressed against his forehead. The other, was holding his own metal hand. It was warm and... wet?
"Benson? Benson, can ya hear me?"
He recognized the voice as Skips. Benson slowly opened his eyes, and groaned, the bright sun practically blinding him. "W-what happened?" he asked.
"Well, you were running towards us, looking super pissed," Mordecai started to say.
"By the way, we totally didn't hear you," Rigby added, "Otherwise we totally would've stopped swordfighting- Ow!" Mordecai hit the small mammel on the shoulder before continuing.
"Anyway, you tripped over a rock and rolled down the hill," said Mordecai. Benson heard Rigby start to giggle a little, but was silenced with one death glare from Benson. "You must've hit a rock or something, because you kinda flew up in the air and landed on your back. Me, Rigby and Pops ran over here to make sure you weren't, you know, dead, and Muscleman went to go get Skips."
Pops. Benson looked beside him, and sure enough Pops was there. He was holding his hand, and smiling at his candy friend. "I'm glad you're alright," Pops said.
"How long was I out?" Benson asked as he pressed his other hand against his forehead.
"'Bout ten minutes," said Skips, "and I already checked you out. You have a couple small cracks, but they aren't too deep. They won't kill ya, but you'll have one hellova headache for a while."
"I'll survive," said Benson. He had gotten small cracks in his head before, but it was no big deal. Just a little glue and he was good as new.
Knowing their boss was going to live, the others had stood up and started heading back towards their previous activities. The only one who hadn't left, was Pops. It was then that Benson noticed that Pops was still holding Benson's hand, and was looking down at the grass, almost hiding his face.
"Pops?" Benson said, hoping he would get the lolliman's attention, "Pops, you heard what Skips said. I'll be okay."
"I know," Pops said, "It's just that...that..." Not being able to take it anymore, Pops flung himself forward and wrapped his arms tightly around his friend. Hearing small sobs start coming from the lolliman, Benson didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around him like an older brother would do to his younger sibling.
"Please don't scare me like that again," said Pops through his small sobs, "I don't want you to... to go."
"I'm not goin' anywhere, Pops," said Benson, "I'll be fine."
After a few more moments, Pops' sobs seemed to stop, so Benson let go and Pops shortly followed. As they sat there, Benson heard the familiar jingle of the ice cream truck.
"Say Pops, wanna go get some ice cream?" Benson asked. Pops' face instantly brightened.
"Oh yes, I would love a frozen milk treat!" Pops said gleefully.
"Same here," said Benson. The two began to stand up. As Benson got to his feet, he instantly felt light headed, and nearly fell over again, but was caught.
"Careful now," said Pops. He linked his arm with his friend's, and helped Benson regain his balanced.
"Thanks Pops," said Benson. Pops just simply gave him a smile, letting him know that he didn't mind at all.
Just another Sunday at the park.
I feel like again that this wasn't my best work. Could you guys please leave comments telling whether these are good or not, I would really appreciate it. Thank you :)