Thanks for the views, guys. It really motivates me to continue wit my story :) which we all want...right? But I'd like to thank those who took a moment of their day to follow/favorite/or view my story. I'd name you off but the last time I even gave a slight nod of recommendation to a past viewer of a past story, she flipped. And those whom wish to have their OC as one of the stars in my story I'd like if the OC forms (that is what I'm calling them) were like this if you guys don't mind.

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Name: Jamie Jones

Gender:

Race: Raccoon

Age: 13

Appearance:

Background Story:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Romantic Interests:

Get it yet?

But onward with the story, shall we?

"Err, right; sorry, Benson?" Mordecai apologized.

"How many times do I have to tell you idiots to get to work?" Benson screeched at Mordecai and Rigby.

"I'm sorry, Benson. You're their boss, correct? I was just asking them if they had seen my dog, Anthony." I say putting on an innocent act.

"Don't let her lie to you, Benson! She was just getting these digits." Rigby lied, flexing his nonexistent left bicep.

Benson and I traded disbelieving glances, "is that so?" Benson questioned me.

"Oh yes, sir. Now that I have his digits, I'd love to come work with him to get to know him better." I fake swooned, barely stifling my fit of immature giggles.

"Well in that case your hired. We could always use the extra help, these two morons never accomplish anything." Benson replied with a rambunctious laugh.

I look around to see if this place suited my everyday social needs, making a mental list:

[ ] Friends/enemies

[ ] Entertainment

[ ] Unwavering Cell Reception

[ ] Open Spaces

[ ] A house (not cheap motel with vermin).

Yep, everything seemed to check out perfectly in my books. Now all I needed was my older sister, Paige; then I'd be in heaven. Or it could have a little boutique or tofu stand. "It would be an honor to work here with Rigby and Mordecai. We've really hit it off." I exclaimed with sarcasm dripping of my words.

"Good, cause you start right now! Now, GET TO WORK!" Benson screamed causing the glass dome to turn fire engine red. And then he stormed off.

Mordecai's phone rang.( -_- FTW)

Hey, hey old bean
And you to baby sweetness
Yeah, this is Pops, and I'm back in the studio
And I didn't have to break in this time
I'm back as a special guest by special request
And I want to thank my son for loaning me this microphone once again

"Hello." He greeted the caller after he flipped open his black Horizen phone. "What? Are you sick, you're a bit hoarse." He paused. "Umm, yeah. Okay? Sure. It's for you." He hands me his phone.

Hesitantly I put the phone to my ear to be welcomed by the ancient voice that 'totally' brought me to this wondrous place. "Hello, my dear. How do you fare in your new life. I figured based on your personality you'd be happy as an Avian, for they only can bare one to three children per birth. Yes, my dear, before you question my purposes you are here for a similar reason, just not that one...yet."

"First things first, my name is Hope Lyn Jamie; use my name. Second thing, why am I a bird? Third thing, what is your name? Fourth thing, where and why am I here." I interrogate the continuously unknown caller.

A woman in white appears in a cloud of grey dust snickering and I drop the phone. "Questions and answers, all the same. Ask one, you get one; quite like a game. Now I believe I shall start the game?

They belong to me
They belong to you
They can make you feel happy
or make you feel blue
They never end
until the day you do?

What am I?"

I laugh at the level of this riddle," thoughts." I look to notice that that the once livid green landscape of the park is now a lifeless grey, and everything seems to be frozen in place.

"Very good, it seems, ask away child." The woman in white commands me.

"Very well, what is your name?" Might as well get the simplest of the questions out of my mind first.

"My birth name is Kenyangi. But, you can and shall call me Yang, 'Mother of Life'. Now I believe it is my turn." Yang flips her ivory white over her right shoulder.

They say it can come from your ears
it can also generate fear
some people love to do it
indirectly some chew it
it's not welcome in a house
it's quiet as a mouse
What, pray tell, can it be?

What am I?"

This one was a tad bit more difficult. "Err, smoke?" I ask, praying to God that I am correct.

"Correct," Yang flashes a devious smile, ",not so confident anymore are we?"

"That was two questions!" I accuse Yang.

"A statement for a statement now is it? Very well my statement is that you've lost your chance at any more answers on this outing." Yang disappears in the same gagging grey cloud and in her previous place is a note. I walk up and examine it.

Child,

I must admit, some have made it as far as you have on this day.
We must do it again, truly. And to answer a few of you questions that I
am positive are brewing within you confused mind. God, put me here to
choose a champion for him. If you can adapt and survive in this
dimension, you shall be handsomely rewarded. I must bid you farewell
for the time being.

Your Loyal Guide,
Yang

"Hey, you okay?" Mordecai suddenly awakes me from a daze by waving his hand in front of my face.

"Yeah, I never told you my name did I?" I ask just remembering that simple fact.

"No. No, you didn't you must be pretty stupid to forget to introduce yourself to your new fellow employees!" Rigby snaps.

"Such big words! I'm so proud" I snap back, I turn to Mordecai. "Welp, my name in Hope Lyn Jamie."

"That's cool and all but what should we do now to celebrate?" Mordecai asks running his hand through his feathers.

"Well, bitches... I think we should work!"