Muscleman walked around the corner and saw Mordecai and Rigby holding each other. He started to think of his time with Starla. They were so happy together. She was the one person that understood him the most, aside from Fives. If he had arrived just a few minutes sooner, he could have saved her.

"Mitch, Its ok." said Starla holding him from behind. "I know you did your best."

"But I couldn't save you, baby." said Muscleman, looking down.

"That doesn't matter now. What does matter is that I still love you, and I always will."

"Please. Please stop...just...just stop."

Mordecai and Rigby looked up and saw Muscleman standing there by himself with his head down. They were caught off guard and didn't know how much he saw. They looked at each other confused, and then approached him.

"Hey, um..MM." called out Mordecai. "You ok?"

Muscleman raised his head and nodded. He motioned for them to follow him back into the kitchen. He cleared his throat and started with the plan once again.

"Now, as I was saying. Pops, Benson, and Skips are no longer...normal. So, to do the right thing we have to end their suffering and survive one more day if possible."

Rigby looked up to Mordecai and saw the look of determination and frustration on his face. He believed him when he said that he had him. "I love you too." Those words were still ringing in his ears. It was fuel to his fire and it was going to give him strength. He knew that as long as Mordecai was there, he could survive anything.

"Muscleman?" asked Rigby. "How do you suppose we...take care of them?"

"With this, Rigbone." replied Muscleman, reaching under the table.

He pulled up a shot gun and placed it on the counter. It had been worn out, but it would still get the job done. Mordecai and Rigby looked in horror at the thing. They had never been close to a gun before and now they were tasked with using one. They knew of Muscleman's days rolling around with a gang, but they never figured it had actual guns.

"Woah, Muscleman!" panicked Mordecai. "That's a gun! Isn't there, like another way we could do this? Ya know, less gruesome?"

""Sorry, Blue. But this will be the fastest way to get the job done."

They stood there in silence and they all agreed that this was the only way. Their friends were suffering and they were the only ones to help them in their time of need.

"So...whats the plan?" asked Rigby, trying to be tough.

"Well, I'm bigger then both of you two put together so I'll distract them." said Muscleman. He had a look on his face that said: "Yeah, i'm pretty badass right now."

"While I'm distracting them, Mordecai will come up from behind with the gun. Careful bro, it has quite the kick to it."

"I can handle it." said Mordecai, reluctantly picking it up.

"And what's my role in all of this?" asked Rigby.

Muscleman honestly didn't have a plan for him. Rigby was always so weak, and had a talent for screwing up the plan. He had to think of something. Something that wouldn't be too dangerous, yet still helped everyone in the long run.

"You will stay up here and guard the door."

"What?" asked Rigby, confused. "But...But I wanna help."

"You will be helping, silly." said Mordecai, catching onto Muscleman's plan. "If anything should happen to us down there, it'll be your job to cover our escape. Or..."

"Or if you two don't make it...it'll be my job to lock you both in down there." interrupted Rigby, looking down.

Once again silence filled the air. They all hated this situation. If Fives were here, he would've handled this by now. The bombs changed Fives. Turned him into a killing machine. But a machine that protected his friends. Unfortunately he was abroad, fighting for his family, making sure that Death didn't come to the park.

"Alright guys, let's do this." said Muscleman, showing Mordecai how to use the gun.

They walked to the cellar door. They looked at each other and passed hugs around.

"Mordecai...I.."

"Sshh..." he interrupted. "I said I got you, so I got you. "I'll be back in a flash. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Both he and muscleman descended into the cellar. All went quiet, until high pitched screams filled the air. Indistinguishable shouted was swapped between Mordecai and Muscleman. Consecutive gunshots followed. All the while Rigby was on his knees outside, covering his ears and crying. His family was being massacred and he was helpless to do anything to stop it. Then, all of the sudden a voice could be heard. Crying out for help. A painful plea of mercy.

Rigby new the voice. It was Mordecai. Without a second thought, he picked up a shovel he found on the ground and rushed in. When he got to the bottom he was greeted with a gruesome sight.

"...No."