Hey everyone! heres another chapter. *I don't own regular show or it's characters, but do own a few ocs. Oh! there's a new character too! What the hell?

MG: It's my own design!

Me: I'm not using that character. I'll use one I made.

MG: Fuck Balls! At least give the character this personality!

Me: Thats... actually not that bad. That fits well!

MG: Yep! and make them say this!

Me: Mamamia! here we go again!

Chapter 10

He stood for an hour outside the hotel. He didn't know what to think. He left the town never to see it again. Then he comes back and runs into his past.

Benson started walking with no exact purpose back down the street. He walked past many buildings without notice, thinking about what Veronica said. She had said 'we ALL'. Who were we? Who else could have missed him? And why would they?

He suddenly stopped. He knew the place he stood at. It was a tavern his father and mother used to go to. It was where they first met and where they went on date nights with each other. It hadn't changed. Still 'Ye Ol' Pub'. A small building without windows and kind of worn.

Benson felt a horrible chill randomly run through all his nerves, which made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. He didn't know why he felt like that, but, out of a weird twist of fate, he was pulled here. But why was he to come here?

He decided it didn't matter too much and shook away the uneasy feeling. Then thought since he was here, might as well get a drink. Not like he'll go home to complete silence.

He himself had never been in it, being that he was too young then, but it appeared up to date with the rest of the world on the inside. It was empty though except for the bartender. A man-skeleton in the normal bartender wear consisting of short-sleeve shirt under an apron. He had brown hair and he noticed his right arm was completely muscle bound. He noticed Benson and invited him to sit at one of the stools at the bar. Once he was seated the bartender asked him what he would like. Benson decided to get whatever the bartender recommended (later he realized it was the biggest mistake as he hung over the toilet).

"So what brings you here?" asked the bartender. He spoke with a British- Australian? –accent. "Rough night?"

"You could say that." was Benson's response.

"Woman problem?"

"Not really. Just in generally a confusing night."

"Ah." He handed Benson the drink. "Care to fill me in?"

"It's not really any of your business."

"Yeah well. You're probably my last customer for the night, so I figured it wouldn't be too bad to kill some time."

"Basically you already want to kick me out?"

"Not that rudely put, but it is pretty late. I just figured maybe you're missed at home or something." the bartender explained. Benson was thrown back into thought when the bartender said 'missed'. He started to wonder if perhaps Veronica meant his ex-parents and sibling. Could they miss him? Or was that just a hunch that they did?

"Hey, you know," the bartender interrupted his thoughts. "Your face seems familiar. Have we met before?"

"Not technically, but my parents would come here a lot on dates and stuff since they met here." Benson replied.

"Oh yeah! I know them. They were regulars before they moved. Now what was the name of that gal they would stay with for awhile…Lora, Luann, Liana?" he started putting a name to the person.

"Aunt Loren?" Benson asked.

"That's it! Loren. Nice lady, bad taste in clothing. Brrrrrrrrr"

"True dat'." Benson agreed. Then the bartender started running his mouth. Talking about his parents and the interesting stuff they said in the bar. Then it finally hit the bartender who Benson was.

"That's why you're familiar!" Benson silently called him a single minded dumbass as he continued. "I heard rumor you were kidnapped or something."

"Just a lying rumor like most."

"I knew that it was. Don't be getting rude."

Benson looked at him confused. "You knew? What does that mean?"

"You ran away. That's what I mean. Stole one of the family cars and left."

Benson was shocked. How did the man know? There was no way he could have unless either was told by him (didn't happen) or he followed him and stalked him (which he highly doubted since the guy hardly shuts up. But that could be a ruse). "H-H-How do you know that?"

"Hmmm…I don't really think it's my place to say. Sorry." the bartender apologized.

"Why can't you?"

"'Cause, as I said, it ain't my place to say. I'd be breaking the number one rule if I told you how." Benson was a little pissed. Why wasn't it his place? What rule?

"Alright then," Benson said a bit angrily, "Just what in the hell exactly is your place?"

"Being the powerful immortal force that reaps the souls of everything that lives. To sum up, I'm death in the physical form of what you call the grim reaper."

Benson thought he was joking. Then seeing his expression as neutral, he realized it really was him and nearly fell off the stool he sat on. "What?! But it… You can't… it's not… impossible!" he finally gets out. 'Death' pours more of the drink into Benson's glass, which made him cringe. If this was the real deal death… then what the hell was he drinking?!

Death chuckled at seeing Benson's facial expression. "Don't worry. It's just a regular beverage you mortals enjoy. I do, however, put a secret ingredient in, but it adds flavor in my opinion. It won't kill ya like as if it was poison, but of course like the usual alcoholic drink, too much and you croak as a frog does."

Benson stared a bit more at the drink, and then turned to face Death again. "So the reason you know is because you're Death, right?"

"Arng, wrong. It's no concern to me what mortals do outside my jurisdiction. My job is specifically to keep count on the number of living things and take their souls when their time has come, either by accident or purpose. Then I have to keep track of those and discard or reuse whatever souls are useless or plain out annoying."

"Busy man, aren't you?" Benson almost sarcastically. "So then how do you know I ran away?"

"….." Death stared at Benson a bit angrily. It scared Benson, so he changed the subject. "So why are you here working at this bar?"

"The only reason any immortal would work in the mortal world. Absolute boredom." was his answer.

"Boredom, huh?" Benson thought. "Alright then."

They sat, talked and drank for awhile. Benson asked Death many questions and Death answered whatever he was allowed to. Sometimes Death would ask a riddle to him, but Benson was able to answer them easily while Death struggled with the one Benson told. "What is the longest word in the dictionary?"

"Umm… now give me a moment." Benson waited awhile for an answer. Death eventually gave up so Benson told him the correct answer. "Smiles!"

"Smiles?"

"There's a mile between the first and last letter."

"Oh son of a fuckin' bitch! I should have known that! I was told that one two weeks ago! And it stumped me then as well!" Benson couldn't help but laugh at Death's angry dilemma. Funny how a figure that ends the living gets pissed off like a child at a stupid riddle.

He stops laughing all of a sudden. He felt the cold feeling he had earlier, only this time it was as if the air around him was dark and not breathable. It was a feeling of pure terror and sadness. Like the world ended.

The one, the thing, which caused that feeling, was just walking up to the building. He didn't know how he knew, but he sensed it. He looked at Death to see if he could sense it and he did. In fact, looking at him Benson realized even Death was a bit antsy about the newcomer approaching. That worried him as the worst sign ever. If Death was nervous and on edge about it, it was something of true evil and malicious malice.

It finally was close enough to where Benson heard it singing a song not even known to the world (as of yet in later years).

The secret side of me,

I never let you see,

I keep it caged but I can't control it,

So stay away from me,

The beast is ugly,

I feel the rage and I just can't hold it,

It's scratching on the walls,

In the closet, in the halls,

It comes awake and I can't control it,

Hiding under the bed,

In my body, in my head,

Why won't somebody come and save me from this, make it end?

I feel it deep within,

It's just beneath the skin,

I must confess that I feel like a monster,

I hate what I've become,

The nightmare's just begun,

I must confess that I feel like a monster,

I, I feel like a monster,

The door opens.

I, I feel like a monster.

Evil is revealed.

She stood 7.1" and was dressed in the darkest black cape Benson ever saw. The hood of it fell away and he was able to see the features of her face. She was a dark-brown bat-humanoid with her ears laid down against her head. Her eyes, which were the bloodiest shade of a very crimson red, looked sad and empty. And yet on that face woe was a slight ruby-lipped smile that unnerved Benson and Death.

"Evening gentlemen." The stranger said. The voice was sweet to hear like an angelic purity of confidence and guidance, but felt in your head and chest as a thousand needles trying to pop your brain and a hand grabbing your heart and squeezing out the blood for eternity.

"Evening Madame Angoisser." Death said. It was obvious he wanted her to leave. However, she made no move to wanting to leave and walked right up to the bar where they were and sat next to Benson. He got a closer look of her cape and saw blood stained around the bottom were a few places were worn and ripped, then saw fresh blood on the left shoulder of it.

"The usual Death, my old friend." She stated simply to Death. He quickly started making the drink. Her stare went over to the shaking Benson as he tried not to meet her stare and shakily took another sip of his own drink. She then leaned toward him which made him tense up even more. She was then close enough to whisper in his ear. "So this guy is walking and he sees a restaurant that's selling albatross soup. He thinks to himself 'I want to have some of that', so he goes in and orders some. One little sip of it and he spits it back out, goes outside the restaurant and blasts out his brains with a gun. Why did he do so?"

Benson was horrified at first. What is she talking about? W-was t-this a r-r-riddle? Then Death brought her the drink and placed it in front of her. "Look, don't you go telling mortals your twisted jokes again. You create nut jobs that way."

"Sorry, just wanted to know if Benjamin here knew that one. But it would appear not. So I'll tell him."

"Don't you tell him. He'll never be able to get it out of his head. In ten years tops it would drive him crazy!" Death exclaimed.

"…Why did he kill himself?" Benson gulped. The bat-lady smiled. Death smacked his head with his hand and shook it back and forth.

The bat explained the answer. "He had recently been in a plane crash on a deserted island. The other survivors were sure there was albatross on the island. They would go out to retrieve the bird and cut it up, but would disappear never to be seen again, including his wife. He remembered the taste of albatross so he went in the restaurant to regain and live the memories of the wonderful taste. The delicious, warm, bloody taste. It tasted nothing like what he had eaten on the island. Putting two and two together, he realized what he ate… was…" she draws it out in dramatic suspense, "The other survivors, and his wife." She ended.

Both the woman and Death sat back waiting for Benson's reaction. In Death's mind he imagined him running out the door screaming. But the woman was anticipating that, and Benson knew that. So, keeping himself steady, he swallows down his drink and holds it up to Death and asks, "May I have more?", with a cool look.

Death sighed and took the glass in hand. The bat hisses in a taunting manor, downs her own drink and leaves singing the song again. Death looks back to Benson and sees him smiling and then he began laughing. "What's so funny?"

"Fuckin' ass bitch is crazy." Benson says while trembling, but still smiling. That made Death laugh.

"You sure got balls for having that attitude toward the queen of torture! I'm surprised she didn't try to cleave you open and drink your insides!"

"She might've if I had run off down the street. She has the aura of a predatorily killing monster. Brrrrrr."

"True dat'."

Benson decided he would go see Veronica tomorrow and ask more about his parents. So, sleepily, he walks up the steps to the bedrooms of the studio. He and Coach shared a room so it was no surprise that she was still up waiting for him.

"So how was the date?" Coach says slyly, setting down the book she was looking at.

"It wasn't a date! It was just a walk and talk of catching up. Nothing more!"

"Geese, someone has had a few too much. Stop by a bar?"

"Actually, yeah. And… you could say I met Death."

"Huh?!"

MG: Benson's so COOOOOOOOOOOOOL! (*0*)

Me: yeah-yeauhhh! Anyway, the song was monster by Skillet (for all the fans that love them, me included) and the riddle was found online. Review please.