Chapter Four has been revised! I think from now on, unless absolutely necessary, the story will be in Omniscient. Hope nobody cares! I don't own the movie mentioned in this chapter, or anything else recognizable.

No Perspective, Third Omniscient

As the duo sat at the table, extremely content with themselves for the feast Aaron laid out, they discussed the plans for the future. Rigby had asked if it would be a bother to stay there for a while. Aaron laughed loudly.

"For a while?" he had said in between fits of happiness. "Stay forever for all I care. This is like a dream come true for me." Rigby smiled.

"So it's settled. I'm back home."

Aaron slowly stood from the table and opened the fridge. His eyes scanned over the contents, then widened in sadness.

"Bad news. I may have gone overboard with the food. The fridge is getting kind of low." Aaron sighed as he looked back over at Rigby. Rigby groaned.

"So what do you suggest we do about that?" he asked, holding his stomach. He was starting to feel nauseated, probably from that last quesadilla he had eaten. Aaron squinted his eyes at Rigby's stomach.

"Did you eat too much? Here, I've got something for that." Aaron dug around the contents of the fridge until he brought out a small vial of pink liquid. Rigby stared at the contents, which were thick and messy.

"What is that?" he said, still staring at it like it was the zombie virus itself in flaccid form. Aaron rolled his eyes and explained.

"Have you ever seen The Hunger Games?" he said, grinning. Rigby shook his head. Aaron's smirk grew even larger, making Rigby uncomfortable. "Drink a sip of this. It'll fix you up pretty quickly.."

Rigby unsteadily took the vial and popped the lid. The smell was similar to bubble gum, Rigby noticed. Maybe it was just Tylenol or something. He spilled a small drop into his mouth. At once, he almost puked. The smell resembled gum, but the flavor a completely different story. He managed to swallow the mysterious liquid, but he still felt horrible. Aaron was showing both signs of sympathy as well as a small hint of enjoyment.

"Please tell me what that was.." Rigby gagged, as a wave of vomit attempted to make an appearance. Aaron simply shrugged.

"It gets rid of the excess food. You might want to run to the sink. Or the trashcan. Something other than where you are now." he said, crossing his arms. Rigby quickly ran to the sink and jumped over the edge as it began flying through his esophagus, spilling out of his mouth into the drain. It quickly stopped, however, as he fell off the sink groaning. Aaron walked to his side and held his hand out to Rigby.

"What.. the hell.. was that?!" Rigby choked as he coughed several times before taking Aaron's hand.

"I dunno the actual name. But it makes you sick so you don't feel like you went overboard with the food. Didn't it work?" he said, grinning. Rigby stood up and took notice of the fact that his stomach didn't hurt anymore. He actually felt completely contempt. Aaron smiled. "It did, didn't it?" Rigby nodded, then slapped Aaron.

"Next time, warn me." Aaron rolled his eyes. The contact had almost no effect, which made Rigby groan.

"Just like old times.." Aaron whispered under his breath. "But anyway, back to more pressing matters.

"We need to go on a raid." Aaron said, crossing his arms once more as Rigby sat back down at the table.

"What do you mean, raid," Rigby replied. "You mean, literally?" Aaron rolled his eyes.

"No, I mean figuratively. What do you think?" he sarcastically spat. Rigby cocked his head, locked in a confused type of expression. He obviously didn't get the sarcasm. "Never mind. But I'm serious, where do you think we get all our food from?"

"I dunno." Rigby replied with no hint of interest. All he really cared about was eating it, not where it came from. Now that he thought about, maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

"What kind of weapons do you have other than that Glock 17?" Aaron asked, motioning to the tabletop. He wanted him to lay out all his weapons? "Go on. I'm not gonna run off with them, anyways. I have my own." he said again as he slowly removed his .44 Magnum revolver. Rigby gulped, remembering what had happened between the two not more than an hour ago. As he slowly placed his handgun on the table, he eyed Aaron suspiciously. He only looked calm, maybe even slightly bored. He decided to also remove his hunting knife as well. After all, he had fed him. Why would he feed him if was planning something horrible afterwards?

"Is that it?" Aaron asked slowly as Rigby nodded in reply. Aaron smirked, but not with that happy kind of appearance you would usually expect. It passed, however, as Aaron nodded.

"Stay here for a second." he said, leaving the room swiftly. Rigby turned his head as far as it would go to see where Aaron was going, but obviously it was no use. He eyed his own weapons on the table, ideas running through his head. Should he leave? What if Aaron was coming back with something to.. To.. Well, he didn't know yet. But was it worth taking a risk to find out? He was about to make a decision, before Aaron came back into the vicinity.

"I'm back," he said nonchalantly, holding a fairly small double-barreled shotgun. Rigby squeaked. Aaron noticed this and laughed. "Oh, I'm not gonna shoot you, calm down. I'm giving it to you." he said holding out the heavy weapon. Rigby's mouth gaped. It wasn't in amazing condition, but he always wanted a shotgun. Aaron smiled as he noticed the bright look on his face.

"I figured you'd like it," Aaron said as Rigby marveled the shotgun he now possessed. "But it's not as easy as that handgun you like using so much. You'll need to practice before we go on that raid I was talking about."

"It's all right.. I think I can handle this." Rigby said, as he began pretending to aim it at everything. Aaron backed off almost immediately, trying to stay out of the range of the gun.

"I think we can get to that later.. There's someone I want to you to meet." Aaron said, smiling once more.

"Who?" Rigby said, holding the shotgun like a cane.

"You'll see."