Rigby dropped to his knees and saw everyone was dead.

"No...it was never supposed to be like this!!!" cried Rigby.

He looked forward and saw Mordecai laying against a crate. Covered in blood he was reaching out to Rigby.

Rigby panicked and ran over the one he loved. He took Mordecai's hand and clenched it. He saw he was bleeding from his stomach and was having a difficult time breathing.

"Rigby..." he said softly. "It's ok...I got you."

"Mordy, please don't..." said Rigby, crying. "I love you. I can fix this."

"Heh...not to sound...like I'm being unfair...but please do."

Rigby looked around and saw that everyone including Muscleman was dead. There was no one else left, and even less things to help Mordecai. Tears ran down his cheeks as he cried. Suddenly he felt Mordecai touch his cheek.

"You shouldn't...cry." he said, working up a smile. "You did a good...job, Rigby. *Cough cough* Thank you..."

"Don't you die on me!!!" screamed Rigby, shaking him. " We were supposed to be together til the end!!!

With an instant Mordecai pulled Rigby in and kissed him. Rigby's eyes widened. At long last he got want he wanted. He got to taste Mordecai on his lips. He knew what came next. Silence. He closed his eyes, and cherished the short time they shared in the hallway.

"Mordy...please. I can't do it on my own. It's too much. I'm scared." he said, nuzzling up his lifeless body.

"As well you should be."

There was a chill in the air. A fog poured into the room. From each of the bodies, white orbs arose from their mouths. They flew around the room then flew at the cellar door. There, they entered a pocket of a man that was standing at the entrance of the door. The man was wearing jeans and a black leather jacket. His eyes were covered by black shades, and his back wore an old rusted scythe.

"Death..." said Rigby. "This is all your fault..."

"Oh hush." commanded Death. "This is simply me, leveling the playing field."

"Wha...What!?"

"Do you recall when you lot beat me and mine at bowling?"

Rigby thought back and and remembered when they won the bowling tournament. He even scored a bowling ball filled with souls from death. It was one of the many time they barely escaped a catastrophic disaster.

"Yes...I remember." he said, still crying.

"Well, I don't like to lose." responded Death. "One, you beat me in a game that I made sure rigged properly. Two, you took my soul ball away from me. And three...And I need you to really pay attention to this one...You embarrassed me in front of everyone. NO ONE MAKES DEATH LOOK BAD!!!!"

Rigby slowly stood up. He dusted off his clothes and looked around the room. Death watched him smirking. Rigby put Mordecai's hands on his stomach. Eventually Rigby walked over to Death, and looked his right in the eyes.

"Now that everyone is afraid of me again, I'm gonna..."

Rigby slapped Death in the face. They stood there in silence. Death was so shocked that he had no idea on how to respond. No one had ever done that to him. He was Death. You didn't slap Death, Death slapped you.

"Did...you just...?"

Another slap went across his face. This time it knocked him to the ground. He didn't know what was happening. Rigby was just some punk kid, and he was Death. How was Death being treated like this? How was he unable to respond to Rigby's assault?

"Fix it." said Rigby, coldly.

"I..I think not." said Death, slowly getting up. "I answer to..."

A third slap went across his face. Death looked at Rigby with a flash of fear and confusion. He knew he could kill Rigby, but he knew that Rigby knew that as well.

"What's with this kid?" thought Death. "He knows I could kill him, why is he challenging me?"

Fix itThe command was still in his head. It was ringing louder and louder each time he thought about it. Then it struck him. He wasn't telling him to bring his friends back. He was telling Death to kill him.

"Are...Are you crazy?" said Death stumbling back to his feet. "Why do you want to die that bad, huh?!"

Rigby glared at Death and looked over his shoulder to Mordecai. Tears ran down his face, for his lover was dead. He would give anything to be with him again. Death saw the look in Rigby's eyes and saw that he loved his friend. He smirked once again and started to laugh.

"Ha ha ha ha!!!" laughed Death, maniacally. "Are you...Are you serious!? You want me to kill you so you can be with your faggot in the next..."

A final slap met Death's face, sending him to the ground hard. Death screamed out and blasted Rigby square in the chest. It sent him flying to Mordecai's body on the other side of the room.

As Rigby's body lay in the lap of Mordecai he looked up at him. He felt life was leaving him, and yet he was happy. He won. He beat death and now Death had to collect. But just before Death came over to collect his souls, Rigby saw something on Mordecai just before he died.

"A smile?" asked Rigby, growing colder. "You knew...this would happen. Heh, Mordy..."