Author's Note: You guys, you guys, holy crap you guys. I just saw "Picking up Margaret" today, (or if you're reading this on Tuesday, then yesterday), and I almost cried tears of joy. (No jokes!) I request, the highest, of the history, of hi-fives! If I started this story a week later, I'm sure it would be COMPLETELY different. Think about it, that was not fan fiction. That is what happened in. the. Actual. Show, that many people have been writing about. So, let me know what you thought about it, or what you thought was gonna happen.

Mordecai hugged Margaret as he walked in through the door. "I'm still shocked at how lucky I am to have you." He said.

"Or unlucky," she broke the hug.

"W-what?"

"Ha ha ha! You actually thought that we were actually dating? I just wanted to see how you'd react, how far you'd take it. I've slept with a bunch of other guys, and you thought that you were the one to make me love someone?"

"M-Margaret, what are doing?"

"You, and probably a bunch of other guys. Are you this surprised? You actually thought that a minimum-wage groundskeeper like you could get this?" Mordecai got a knife from the kitchen, and held it at his throat, until, once again;

"AHHH!" Mordecai shot up, panting and sweating. He felt his throat, It was fine, but it felt like a knife used to be there.

"A third one?" Margaret asked, rubbing Mordecai's back.

"Dammit!" the dark figure yelled, "How does he keep waking up?! I have to try something else."

"Yeah," Mordecai replied, still holding his throat, "I'm sorry I keep waking you."

"It's okay. I'm sorry you keep having nightmares."

"They're just so real, and I can sometimes feel what happened in the dream after I wake up. Like when I had that dream about punching Rigby, my hand hurt after waking up. And the one I just had right now, it felt like someone was actually holding a knife to my throat."

"I'm sure your brain is just making things up because the dream was so realistic." Margaret kept rubbing Mordecai's back. It made him feel a lot better, her hand was so warm.

"Yeah, I guess. I'm gonna get up anyway though, because I was going to wake up for work in half an hour anyways." Mordecai got ready for work, and left, looking at Margaret's apartment in the mirror. I hope that dream was fake. Mordecai drove off.

"Heh heh, now that he's gone, my plan can start." The figure pressed a button on his watch, and his form changed to look just like Mordecai. "Excellent." He now sounded like Mordecai too. The fake Mordecai walked up the steps and came into Margaret's apartment.

"Hey babe, did you forget something?" She asked.

"Yeah," the imposter started, "I forgot how much of a bitch you were!"

"Excuse me?!" Margaret stood up.

"Yeah! You've ignored me completely before we started dating! You always shoved your boyfriends in my face! Which, by the way, you've probably have had a hundred of!" Margaret got up and slapped him.

"How dare you! I never shoved my boyfriends in your face and I didn't even know you liked me! How dare you say that I've had that many boyfriends! You know what? Most of them were probably less of an ass than you are being right now!" The clone started to chuckle, "Oh you think this is funny? Just, get the hell out!"

"Gladly," the fake Mordecai turned on his heel and walked out the door. Margaret started to cry on the couch. "That went perfectly," he pressed a button, and returned to his normal form.

LATER THAT DAY

Mordecai walked into the apartment to hear sobbing.

"Margaret? Are you okay?" He walked into the bedroom to see her face first on a wet pillow.

"I don't know. Are you okay, asshole?"

"Whoa whoa, what's the matter? What are you talking about?"

She sat up and hit him in the arm. "You know damn well what I'm taking about!"

"Ow! I don't know!"

"You had no right to call me a bitch this morning."

"What are you talking about? I would never call you that! And all I said this morning was that I should go to work!"

"But you came back a few seconds after you left and started saying these mean things."

"No I didn't. I left and stayed at the park all day. Why? What happened?"

Margaret started crying and hugged him, "some guy that looked exactly like you came in and started saying really mean things about how many boyfriends I've had." Mordecai patted her back.

"Margaret, I would never talk like that about you, and I will find that guy, and beat the crap out of him." Margaret smiled.

"I love you so much thank you!"

"Are you sure?"

"What!?"

"The dream I had this morning... you talked about how I was some loser who doesn't have any money, and that us dating was just a joke."

"Mordecai, you have to stop listening to those dreams."

"Hey, do you think that your apartment exploding and my dreams and my evil twin have anything to do with each other?"

"I'm sure they do Mordecai. The past few months have been pretty weird."

"I love you, Margaret."

"I love you too."

"Guess what,"

"What?"

"I just farted,"

"That's disgusting,"

Author's Note: Okay sorry for the short chapter, I just really wanted to update because of the new episode. I'll make this one a two-parter. 'Till then,

Peace out!