Thanks to anyone who has read this story to this point. I feel like my methods in writing… well, suck. Thanks for all the positive reviews; they're like my fuel for this kinda thing. So… review… please.
Mordecai had been traveling through The Underworld for what seemed like hours.
"This sucks worse than snack bar duty at the park." He commented. Rigby would probably agree with him (he was once put in a full body cast because of it ((Don't ask, unless you've seen the episode "Rigby's Body", then you know why.)) ).
Mordecai thought about where his party could've gone to. They had apparently abandoned his corpse on the shores of the river. But now, alive once more, he had to continue through on his own. Mordecai had to think about where they could've gone.
Oh gosh. I'm such an idiot. They've gone to Death's palace! Thought the blue jay.
"I need to figure out where the crud I am. I'll be able to figure out how to get to the palace from there." He thought aloud.
He looked around. A large hill secluded the scenery beyond it. When he reached the top, he could see Death's palace straight ahead!
"Yeauh!" He said happily. He would soon rendezvous with the rest of his team.
Mordecai took a step forward, but he fell into a giant pit! He landed on a branch extending from the side of the hole, but the sword fell out of his grasp. It landed on a stone overhang a couple meters down.
It teetered on the edge of the overhang, just barley staying on.
A giant hole. Me holding on for dear life. Where have you seen this before, Mordo? Mordecai thought.
I need to get that sword. It's the only hope for the survival of the world. He thought once more.
The branch he landed on was dead (just like everything else there), so it wasn't very strong. It creaked under the weight of the blue jay, just barley holding him.
Sweat dripped off Mordecai's face as he climbed down onto the ledge. The branch breaked off just as he got a grip on the rocky edge of the pit. He began climbing down, and reached the sword.
The sword was teetering at such a rate, Mordecai was sure it was going to fall over.
"Oh jeez." He said, worried. He reached for the leather- wrapped hilt, but the sword DID fall over! Luckily, Mordecai grabbed the hilt just in time. And, once again, he began ascending the cliff.
….
Mordecai eventually made it to the top.
"Lord." He said, out of breath. Getting up and brushing himself off, he continued through The Underworld.
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Mordecai was at the palace gates. The halls were beautifully decorated with marble floors, red wallpaper with white rose patterns, and the smell of Death was in the air. He walked in, and he saw his team. They were being attacked by Death's skeleton guards!
Quickly unsheathing the sword, Mordecai dashed at the guards and swung his sword at them.
"Morde-cc-ai?" Margaret stuttered while he was hacking the skeletons.
He cut one in half, and the other he kicked to the floor and stabbed.
His seven accomplices looked at him in awe.
"We saw you… and, your pulse! It was gone!" Rigby said, frightened. Were they in the presence of a ghost?
"I survived, but at the same time, I didn't." Mordecai began.
"Huh?" Rigby asked, confused.
"It's a web I'll weave later." Mordecai said. How could he explain what had happened to his teammates?
All the time Rigby and Mordecai were talking, Margaret was looking at Mordecai, who glanced over at her. Margaret broke his gaze on him.
"Margaret, I…" Mordecai began.
"Mordecai…" Margaret interrupted. "Rigby already told me."
Mordecai blushed. This definitely took some pressure out of his life, but would she return his feelings?
"I think I've always known." She continued. "And, I kinda felt the same way all along, too." And she blushed as well.
Mordecai's eyes widened in surprise.
"You-You did?" He asked, surprised.
Margaret nodded, still blushing.
They looked at each other, both madly relieved.
"Uh, I don't mean to be Johnny Raincloud, but, end of the world?" Benson interrupted, ruining the moment.
"Oh, right." Mordecai said, out of his trance.
"Yeah, let's… let's go!" She said, still looking at Mordecai.
They continued through the palace, fighting off guards and trying to find Death.
Finally, they came to a large, wooden door. It had large, golden handles for the opening mechanism.
"Cover the doors, guys. I need to handle Death alone." Mordecai commanded.
"Exactly who put you in charge?" Rigby asked.
"Not now, Rigby." Mordecai said.
"And what about you?" Margaret asked. "I just found out you like me, and now you're going to go play hero and possibly die? Not without me!" She continued, both angry and worried.
"Margaret, I could never forgive myself if something happened to you." Mordecai explained.
"You don't think I feel the exact same way?" She argued.
Mordecai frowned, but also, had a sincere smirk on his face.
"I see there's no changing your mind. Another thing I like about you." Mordecai said, defeated.
And together, the two lovebirds pushed open the doors, prepared for all Hell to break loose.
WHOOEE! All I needed was a little break. This wasn't the original manuscript for Chapter Nine (I had to rewrite the entire thing. O_O) Anyway, Margaret and Mordecai have to face Death in the next chapter, plus anything else that comes their way. After that is the Epilogue. Hope you like the ending. I just can't believe I've made it this far. Thanks to anyone who's given me positive reinforcement in this (RK, Hazmat5507, the anonymous reviewer "Guest" and anyone whose put me down as fav. Author, fav. Story, etc.)
Thanks for reading, please review, and, oh why do I even type it anymore? You know what I was gonna say.