Authors Note: Hi dudes! Here is chapter 13! In this, we'll see how Mordecai's plan will go and if his friends will come to help! Enjoy and please follow/favorite/review! :D Also, I noticed I suck at titles on this story :/ lol
Mordecai, Skips and Benson moved forward to the edge of the ceremony room. They had no way to get the robes, so they sat and waited for something to happen.
"Ugh, this is taking forever!" Benson groaned.
"Patience, Benson. We just need patience..." Skips said.
Just then, three of the cult members stood up from chanting and shuffled over to another room.
"Perfect. Come on guys!" Mordecai whispered.
The three friends moved along the dark edges of the room, sliding over to where the other members were sitting around a square table eating. Mordecai went behind the front one, with Skips on the left, and Benson on the right. Mordecai put his hand up with three fingers up and counted down to one. They each grabbed their captive then gave them a sleeper hold to knock them out. But. when they removed the robes, they were shocked at what was underneath them: decayed, rotting zombies!
"WHAT THE-" Benson started to yell, but Mordecai put his hand over his mouth.
"Shut up dude!" he hissed, removing his hand.
"Zombies? They must've put some immortality spell on themselves since Techmo and I last saw them." Skips said.
"What were they eating?" Mordecai asked.
They walked over to the table and saw rotted meat on the plates.
"Oh God, that's fucking disgusting dude!" Mordecai moaned, backing away.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" Benson said, throwing up some gumballs.
"Mordecai, we have the robes so what's next?" Skips asked, somehow unaffected by the smell and sight of the meat.
Mordecai groaned, "Ugh! Um yeah, we need to put these on and sneak back over to the other three cult members."
Mordecai and Benson started to put the robes on, but Skips had trouble with his.
"Mordecai, this doesn't fit." he sighed, half the robe covering his chest.
"Crap. Well, how about you be the lookout? Go back to where we were hiding and...sorry man."
Skips smiled and put his hand up, "It's alright. You two can handle it. Good luck!"
"Thanks." they said in unison.
They guys put the robes on and slowly walked back to the group.
"These robes smell horrible!" Benson moaned.
"I know, but let's just get this over with!" Mordecai replied.
When they stopped in front of the half circle of members, the middle one stood up.
"Where is Gabriel?" he asked.
Mordecai was sweating under his robe, "Oh Gabriel? Um, he went outside to check for the other people."
"Hmmm. That's unusual of him, but no matter. We were still chanting, so join us brothers." he suggested.
"Y-yeah sure." Mordecai said.
They all sat down cross-legged and put their hands together while chanting something even Skips didn't recognize.
Benson whispered over to Mordecai, "Damn it! What do we do?!"
"I don't know man! Just-just mumble along, like when you don't know the words to a song."
One of the members spoke up, "Are you feeling well, brothers?"
"Us? We're fine! The food didn't settle with us, that's all..." Mordecai answered but Benson elbowed him in his side, "uh, brother."
"Yes, well...let's keep chanting."
'That was close!' Benson thought.
They continued chanting for a few minutes until suddenly the three zombie members turned and stood looking at a wall. Confused as to why they were staring there, Mordecai and Benson hesitantly followed along and stood next to the zombies as well. The wall raised up slowly, revealing someone they both knew very well: Thomas, who looked extremely pissed off.
A few hundred yards away, Margaret, Rigby and Eileen were going towards the main ceremony room.
"It's so damn dark in here!" Rigby complained.
"I know. I would use my phone's flashlight, but it's dead." sighed Eileen.
"Wait, you've had your phone this whole time?" Margaret asked.
"Yeah, but when I landed, it was caught in the snaps and fell to the ground. I picked it up and surprisingly nothing bad happened to it, except the battery died a few minutes into Rigby saving me from the panther. Sorry guys." she said frowning.
"It cool Eileen. You wouldn't of had a signal during a freaking hurricane anyways." Rigby chuckled.
They kept going until they came to the broken bridge that Mordecai's group dealt with earlier.
"Aw man! How are we supposed to get over there?!" he whined, resting against the wall and closing his eyes.
Eileen stood over the large, gaping cavern, thinking of a way to cross. Margaret began to sit down along the opposite wall, but when she did the wall caved in, revealing a hidden trap door! She slid down a smooth stone slide, landing in a dusty prison room next to a skeleton.
"AHHHHH!" she shrieked, standing up.
"MARGARET?!" they both shouted, looking around.
"Where did she go Rigby?!" Eileen screamed at him angrily.
"I don't know, I was resting my eyes! What were you doing?!" he argued back.
"I was looking across the cavern thinking of a plan! Ugh...okay, let's not shout at each other, it won't help anything." she sighed.
Rigby gripped her hand, "It's fine Eileen."
"No I'm sorry for starting the argument Rigby."
"So, where the heck could she of gone?" he wondered.
"Um, maybe a hidden door?"
"Geez, this sounds like something out of those old cartoons!" he laughed.
"Yeah. Maybe if we push along the wall like outside?"
Rigby shrugged his shoulders, "Worth a shot."
Rigby and Eileen started pushing with all their strength, until the trap door gave in and they slid down as well. Eileen landed on top of Rigby, who's cheeks turned red when he saw what position they were in, faces inches from each other. He quickly pushed her off of him, brushing his fur off while Margaret giggled at the whole thing.
"SHUT UP!" Rigby yelled, waving his arms in the air.
"Aw, but you two are so cute together!" she smiled.
"Thank you Margaret!" Eileen smiled back blushing while Rigby groaned in embarrassment.
"Let's just get out of here..." he said rolling his eyes.
"Whatever you say, lover-boy." Margaret teased.
Unknowingly, they had more to worry about outside the cell as the member who killed Mr. Mallard was heading down to their door, his golden knife at the ready.