Meh

Rigby stirred as someone slapped him right in the face. He woke up and saw he was wrapped up in a chain thingy with it around his head. He looked for his weapons. NONE. He looked around to see Zhoom grinning deviously. Rigby growled.

"Where's Mordecai?!" He growled. Zhoom laughed.

He led him by his chain to the dungeon, the heart. "You mean, this weakling, like you?!" He showed him gasped in horror as he saw him. There was blood all over him and there was a knife to his chest.

"Th-th-that's M-m-m-mordecai?" questioned Rigby, not letting him show his weaker self by trying not cry.

Zhoom smiled. "That soon will be him. And all your other friends!" He then laughed manically.

Rigby gasped and soon enough, he wept for Mordecai, him, and his friends. "You're a monster..." he muttered.

Zhoom chuckled. "I am a demon, aren't I? Now get yourself comfortable, because in a moment, you'll be tortured." He left the room but came back again. "Don't worry it'll only hurt...a lot!" He laughed again and slammed the door.

Rigby sighed, not letting the tears flow. "Mordo, I-I'm sorry, man. I failed you. I'm such a failer."

"You mean, failure?" He heard a familiar voice. He turned around to see-

"MORDECAI!" He ran up to him and hugged him.

Mordecai looked at Rigby then pushed him off. "Ew. Rigby, it's me. Benson. The gang's here. We thought that you needed help."

Rigby felt downcast and a little embarrassed. "Oh...where are they?"

"Somewhere near the brain. Muscle Man's on guard outside Mordo's body." Benson sighed. "As much as we need him here, the world and the park needs him better."

"Nice machete." complemented Rigby, not giving a shit about Muscle Man.

Rigby threw on a hood and readied his two guns and threw Benson a bow and arrow. "We need high range. Be careful on hitting Mordecai's brain or other body parts. Also his ass."

Benson rolled his eyes. "Whatever. So where do we tackle first?"

Rigby made a more serious look. "Safiria, son of Dage's Castle

Skips readied his shotgun, machete, and bow and arrow. "Zhoom? Artix?"

"Nice to see you again, Walks." He heard a whisper in the shadows.

Skips growled. "After I killed your brother, Cysero, thousand years ago, you plot revenge when my life is finally peaceful?"

Zhoom walked in and pushed him off on the floor. He pointed at him directly and kicked him. "DON'T YOU DARE MENTION CYSERO!" After a few moments, he finally calmed down and laughed maniacally again. "Oh, Walks. I'm too smart for you!" He chuckled, shaking his head.

"How so?"

"Well, few weeks ago. I controlled your body by knocking you out, 'member? Then I, in your body, commanded Benson to command those two idiots to clean the attic. Then, this whole mess occurred. BECAUSE OF YOU!" He slapped him, continuously.

Skips groaned then pushed him off. "I don't want to fight you, Zhoom. I killed your brother because...because..." Zhoom raised an eyebrow.

"Because he was gonna kill you." Skips said, firmly. Zhoom's mouth was agaped. He put his hands on his head.

"W-w-what?"

"Yes, Zhoom." Skips looked away. "This is what happened."

"Walks, my man! How's it going drinking by y'self?" Techmo asked, slapping Skips by the back.

"Celebration." Walks grunted, taking another sip.

Techmo almost laughed. "You call this, a celebration? On what?"

"Promotion."

"On what?"

"To chief."

Techmo chuckled. "Serious? I knew, you could do it! Know what? Drinks on me!"

Walks put on his jacket. "Bye, Techmo." Techmo frowned a bit, while Walks exited out the bar. He walked along the alley and spotted a guy in a ski mask. As chief of police, his duty is to check that out. He pulled out his revolver and followed the man.

"Freeze! Put your arms around your head!" He shouted for the man.

The man did as he was told. "Turn around!" Walks commanded. "And take off your mask."

The man, again, did as he was told.

Walks lowered his gun. "Cysero?"

Cysero sighed. "It's not what it looks like-"

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?!"

"I was just, uh, um, working on, uh, something."

Walks cocked his gun again. "With a ski mask?"

Cysero groaned. "I wanted to visit my brother."

Walks sighed. "Again, in a ski mask? And why would you want to see him?"

"I'm going to, uh, make 'mends with him." Cysero stuttered.

"He stole your ex-wife and kid and you want to make amends with him?" Walks was curious, lowering his gun more.

"He's still my brother." Cysero said, firmly. "And I'm wearing a ski mask 'cause I got a burn on my face." He took of the mask. "See?"

"I did not need to see that. Okay, one more question. Why in the middle of the night?"

"Couldn't sleep without thinkin' 'bout 'im. 'Night, Walks. Don't stay up too late." Cysero put on his mask and ran to a nearby apartment complex.

Walks scoffed. "Bitch, I took criminology, I know when something's not right, you liar. I'll follow him." And so he did.

A few minutes later, he heard a scream in the apartment of Zhoom. But, it was a scream of a girl. He rushed into the apartment to see a woman's throat was sliced open. Blood was spewing out of her.

"Brooke?" Walks said, in horror. Zhoom also watched in horror as his new wife was killed. But by who?

"Walks, wh-what just happened?"

"I know who killed your wife. I suggest you always keep your child with you at all times."

Zhoom's head was spinning. "O-o-ok. Be careful."

Walks lifted up his cap. "I will."

When Walks left the apartment, he spotted Cysero again. "Freeze! Stop!" He ran and pulled out his revolver once again and aimed at Cysero.

"Cy, I don't want to shoot you. But you leave me no choice."

Cysero turned around. "Go ahead, Walks! This will be a very big mistake!" Walks felt his tears run down his cheeks. He pulled the trigger.

Cysero is DEAD

"Cysero! Cysero!" Zhoom 'zoomed' (yeah) to his little brother's corpse, hugging him tightly never wanting to let go. Walks felt a bit ashamed, but it was the right thing to do.

"Uncle Cy?" Little Artix weeped and joined with his father. "UNCLE CY!"

Walks tried comforting them both but Zhoom slapped his hand. "I saw what you did." Zhoom glared.

"I can expla-"

"There is nothing to explain, Walks! You killed my brother! My only living family member! You son of a-" Zhoom calmed down a bit and sighed. "Never show your face to us again."

Walks felt ashamed and let his tears fall out of his eyes. "O-o-ok just remember, if you have a case to solve, you could always tell me and I will help you."

Zhoom glared. "I doubt it. Bye, Walks."

"I don't understand...why? You shouldn't have killed my brother, y-you should have taken him to the police!" Zhoom protested.

Skips glared. "If I did, you would be dead by now. So be goddamn grateful, I saved your fucking life! Now you repay me, with torturing my friends and possessing one of my friends?! My golly, Zhoom! What has gotten into you!"

Zhoom fell back a bit and charged at Skips and stole all his weapons. Without a trace. "You have gotten into me!"

"STOP!"

Both looked back to see a raccoon, a ghost, a gumball machine, and a lollipop man having Artix, Safiria, and Dage in their hands.

"Son? You're defeated by these weaklings?" Zhoom questioned, unbelievably.

Artix shook his head. "No." He pushed them off and walked back to his father. "We defeated them." They shared an evil laugh. So did Dage and Safira.

Rigby cried. "The battle isn't over! Mordecai isn't a demon!"

"Yet." Safiria finished. "He's about 96 percent. Ooooh. Got a low chance, huh?" he chuckled, jokingly.

Dage nodded. "You got 12 hours to save him. But I doubt you'll defeat us, in 12 hours. We got everything you wished you have."

"And we got everything you don't have. Friendship, trust, and loyalty." Benson said, firmly.

"Shut up, Gumball!" Artix yelled.

"Enough chitchat. Are we going to fight or what?" Somebody from the back called out. Everybody looked back to see Muscle Man holding a bat with scissors taped to it.

Benson was surprised. "What the-Where's Mordecai's body?"

"Tied. But we all might feel slight bumping. Well, as I said, 'nough chit chat."

Rigby made a game face. "So, are we fighting or what?"