Epilogue ~ Ocean


Mordecai kept his eyes closed, trying his best to take in the sounds of the ocean and the chirping of sea gulls. He never really understood why things like this were supposed to be relaxing to other people. True, he had always had fantasies about the beach, but it was usually with another person. The idea behind it was sound enough, but just the beach itself and no one else? That seemed pretty dull to him actually.

"You know what," Mordecai said opening his eyes, "this really bites."

Martin Ploddevize sighed and placed his head into the palm of his hand. The other hand swiftly reached over to the tape recorder next to him and pressed down on the off switch. "I don't particularly like these exercises either," he said with little enthusiasm. "You know me, I'm usually a balls to the walls type of person. If I could, I would be using death metal and gangsta rap as my method of sound relaxation technique."

Mordecai shuttered at the thought of those two genres of music clashing together as a form of relaxation. How anyone could like that noise, is beyond him.

"You know dude," the bird began, "your taste in music really sucks."

The doctor looked at him and slanted his eyes. "First off, I'm only using these kinds of sounds because I'm wanting to take things slow, or did you forget that your medical charts now have you listed as prone to violent and unstable outbursts?"

"Hey I never attacked anyone," Mordecai argued.

"Inadvertently, you sure as hell did," the doctor countered. "And honestly, I wouldn't want to be locked in the same room as you. And second off, people who listen to a combination of 80s rock and power noise techno, shouldn't be throwing stones."

The bird's face then contorted into something of a cross between confusion and amusement. "That doesn't even make sense," he yelled at Martin.

"It doesn't have to, I'm a doctor," the doctor countered once again.

Another familiar awkward silence filled the room as the two remained locked on each other, curious to see who would be the first to attack.

Two weeks ago, Mordecai found himself in the midst of a dilemma. After Margaret, Rigby, and himself had been spit out of the black hole, they awoke to find themselves in a hospital, biding their time and waiting for the next bit of insanity to come their way. Benson was there when Mordecai woke up, giving him a choice. Said choice required Mordecai to choose the one he had been wanting to be with the most, and then that person would be fired from the park. It was a difficult decision, but it surprised everyone to see him make it up so quickly and on the very day he had waken back up from his "nightmare".

Thinking of everything that he had put his friends and coworkers through, including the ones he loved most, he knew there really was only once choice to make.

"So I hear today is your last day at the park," Ploddevize said, finally breaking the silence.

Mordecai suddenly felt ill, completely forgetting that today was indeed his last day of employment at the city park.

"Can I ask you something?" the doctor continued. "Why did you let yourself go, instead of just choosing one of them?"

The psychiatrist shifted in his seat slightly to try and get into a more comfortable position. "I mean, you could have just lied and the three of you could of carried on your little threesome fantasy."

The blue jay twitched, remembering what their little "fantasy" created, not to mention just how screwed up it made their lives. It was nothing short of a miracle that the three of them were still on speaking terms with one another. Well, there were some repercussions. For example, Mordecai found himself on the receiving end of daily beatings from his friends. And while Rigby never could actually hurt Mordecai with his punches, Margaret more than made up for the both of them by throwing a few mean left hooks to his beak and jaw, as well as the occasional to kick to the groin.

"Hello?" Martin bellowed out. "Are you spacing out again?"

Mordecai was quickly brought back into reality by the attention of his therapist, whom Don was nice enough to pay for. The bird groaned as he realized that he was going to be stuck with these weekly sessions for the next three months at the very least.

"I'm fine," Mordecai muttered, "just thinking."

He expected the man in front of him to give some witty comment about that, or find a way to attack his character. Instead, the therapist just gave him a shrug and stood up from his desk.

Mordecai watched as he trailed the room in a random manner, not really caring where he was going. The bird sighed and looked up at the ceiling. "I threw myself out of the park cause I was an idiot."

"You don't see me arguing that," Martin said as he stopped momentarily at a counter and pulled an apple out of a fruit basket.

Mordecai rolled his eyes and continued. "I just kind of feel like if I stay there any longer it's only going to get worse. I mean… I killed them twice, dude! On the same day! How can that get any worse?"

"You'd be surprised," Martin said as he bit into the apple.

"Exactly," Mordecai replied, "so I thought, why not try to actually get away this time, and really collect myself. I think the time by myself will do me some good."

"I agree," the doctor said as he took another bite.

It actually amused the doctor to hear his patient say this. He had heard about the first time Mordecai tried to run away, and he was there when he did it a second time. What made Martin laugh more than anything else was Mordecai's friend's choice of words. Running away? If anything, he was trying to get away and reflect on everything that happened. Martin couldn't help but think that if Margaret and Rigby actually had let him go for a while, he might have come back a better person and all of this might have been avoided. Then again, knowing this bird's personality and the personality of his friend's, it could have been much worse too. But no matter how many times he theorized this and that about the group, he came to the same conclusion.

"You're all a fucked up bunch."

Mordecai looked at him with anger in his eyes. How in the hell was he going to deal with this man for the next few months? He looked up at the wall clock and sighed.

"Can I go now?" the bird asked.

Martin Ploddevize nodded to him slightly and waved him along as he chucked the remainder of his apple into a nearby trash can.

There were a lot of times during Mordecai's stay at the park house that he just wished he could get out of there. He had even had some joke fantasies about him and Rigby burning the house down as a way of departure. He always thought that he and Rigby would be together when the time came to leave. But Rigby wasn't coming with, no matter how hard he wanted to. Poor Mordecai had to convince Benson to keep Rigby on the payroll, even after the raccoon started screaming about quitting and staying along side Mordecai. Eventually, Rigby let up and decided to stay with the park. A job was a job anyways. Mordecai wasn't particularly looking forward to his new job as Don's assistant, but he tried to think that he was getting paid and he wouldn't be far from the park, so he could see his friends.

He sat alone in the living room on the couch, looking at everything all around him: photos of the park staff, little knick knacks and antiques on coffee tables and floor stands, the TV that he and Rigby used to play video games on all the time. It was remarkable how little meaning they had to him when he lives there, and how much they now meant to him now that he was leaving. Mordecai felt as if he might start crying. But he kept it in. He wanted to leave with his head held high.

Benson and Skips had suggested that they throw a going away party for him, but he refused. He felt as if he didn't deserve it. They were at least nice enough to take everything to Don's already so he wouldn't have to do any work. All these nice gestures and suggestions, and the bird hadn't even said a single thank you yet. It was at that moment when he realized just how depressing he was.

Don was on his way to pick him up. It was getting pretty late in the day, and the younger raccoon thought it was a good idea for him to get used to his surroundings. Mordecai desperately wanted Rigby and Margaret to come along, but once again, stopped himself from doing it. If he was going to truly get over everything that had happened the past few months, he was going to have to do it himself.

"Still acting all mopey, I see," said a feminine voice coming up from behind him. He turned around to find Margaret, with Rigby around her neck, staring down at him with concern. They both helped themselves to a seat next to bird, each taking up a different side.

Mordecai feigned a smile before saying, "well, it's kind of hard leaving a place you call home."

Rigby let out a small chuckle before reminding him that he used to want to burn this place down. "I remember you telling me how we were going to do it too! It was gonna be awesome man!"

Margaret giggled as well. "So I can add arson to the list of things I find screwed about the two of you?"

She continued to giggle, but stopped momentarily when she saw that Mordecai didn't find that funny in the least bit. The smiles wiped from her and Rigby's face. They looked at each other, trying to think of a way to make the bird smile again.

"C'mon, dude," Rigby started, "you're the lucky one! You finally get to leave this place!"

"Yeah," Margaret added, "you don't have to deal with Benson anymore!"

He still didn't say anything. The other two were starting to feel a little depressed as well. True, they had treated Mordecai as a punching bag lately, but they really didn't mean to be nasty or anything. They were just being playful, and were venting some frustration out on him. God knows, he deserved it. But lately, the closer it got to his date of leaving, the worse he felt. They stopped punching and teasing him when that happened, growing more worried as time went on. Now here they were, on the day of his departure, and he was locked in a mood that would make any emotionally filled teenager blush.


The sound of a car horn told the group only one thing: Don was here, and he was ready to pick up Mordecai. The blue jay picked him self up from off the couch without saying so much as a peep. The other stood up just as fast and followed him outside.

"Mordecai," Rigby yelled as they stepped out onto the porch. He didn't turn around.

"Mordecai," Margaret screamed as well, hoping to catch his attention. But it didn't work, and he began to pick up the pace.

Right as Mordecai was about to start down the steps, he felt someone grab his shoulder and turn him around. He didn't even have time to react before Margaret's wing slapped him across the face as hard as she could. The slap was just enough to daze the blue jay for a few seconds. A moment later, he felt Margaret's wings wrap around him.

"Quit with the grimdark shit," she said into his ear. "I can't stand it anymore."

She pulled away from the hug, keeping her hands on his shoulders, and looked him in the eye. "Quit blaming yourself for what happened, okay? We screwed up just as much as you did too."

Rigby suddenly appeared on Margaret's shoulders, nodding along with what she was saying. "Yeah dude," he added, "I don't like how you're acting right now. I don't like this Mordecai."

"Neither do I," Margaret said in agreement.

"Think about it dude," Rigby continued, "if you keep acting like this you're gonna create another black hole on your neck."

Mordecai instinctively placed his wing on the back of his neck, feeling for anything out of place. Luckily, the only thing there was feathers.

"Quit acting like this," Margaret said to him. "It's kind of annoying, and I liked you better when you were shy and bumbling around me."

"We're still friends, man," Rigby went on. "Stop acting like a girl and grow a pair."

"Yeah," the red robin said with a smile, "quit acting like a girl and grow a pair. Like me! And unlike Rigby."

Rigby and Margaret laughed at each other and hoped the amusement would spread over to Mordecai. Mordecai watched the two of them so happy together and smiled.

"I like this," he finally spoke.

The other two looked at him with wide eyes, as if this was the first time he had said anything in years. Still, they felt a little bewildered by what he meant.

"What do you mean?" Margaret asked.

"I liked seeing the two of you happy like this," he answered her. "You know, the more I think about it, the more I think you two kind of fit together."

Rigby and Margaret looked at each other and then back at him. "Are you serious?" Rigby asked him. "You sure you're not dying again?"

Mordecai let a big smile come over his face. He nodded. "I'm dead serious, you hole. I actually like the idea of you two being together. I mean you both are way to happy for your own good, you like a lot of the same things, and you got me as a friend to support ya."

Margaret narrowed her eyes sympathetically. "Mordecai, you really shouldn't be saying stuff like this-"

"But it helps," he said cutting her off. "It actually makes me happy seeing the two of you so… happy. Kind of like… maybe this was supposed to happen."

It felt like Mordecai was stumbling with his words, and didn't have a clue what he was saying. But in actuality, he knew exactly what he was doing, and it truthfully made him happy. Margaret and Rigby didn't understand this at first.

Instead of saying anything more on the subject, the two just wrapped their arms around him again into a group hug. Mordecai hugged them both back, smiling happily as he did.

In the blink of an eye, he was already in Don's car, looking back at the two of them: Margaret in all her brave glory holding the excitable and friendly Rigby in her arms as they both waved goodbye. Don was saying something to Mordecai about food and dinner, but he wasn't listening. He was too busy watching his friend's disappear into the distance, and then the park just as well. The city blurred by as he realized that his old home was behind him now. But he was happy. He knew he made the right choice in the end and wasn't afraid to admit it.

He promised that he would come visit them every chance he got. And he did.

Margaret and Rigby sat down on the steps of the porch looking out into the park. Rigby stayed within her grasp, sitting on her lap while she clutched the furry creature tight to her. The fur and feathers felt nice against each other. But this was something that they all knew now. When Margaret was about to start crying, Rigby held her hand, and the tears stopped from coming. They both smiled at each other and looked back out into the park.

The sun was setting on the never ending flow of green in front of them. The yellow sun and blue sky were disappearing from the sky, replaced with pale white and a midnight black. And even then it was still the perfect colors to represent a nowhere little park in the middle of a nowhere little city, in a nowhere little state, filled with uninteresting and regular people. Of course this isn't to say that these people are regular in the sense that they are boring. Each person has their own little quirks and kinks that make them who they are. In that sense, these nowhere and uninteresting people are anything but regular. Especially in the middle of a sleepy, uninteresting, regular park.

Regular people tend to live regular lives. At least they seem to be regular at first. Or maybe it's just that one person's definition of regular is more bizarre to them than others.


Margaret and Rigby agreed that they were anything but, and they knew that Mordecai would agree with them. But they liked being unordinary. They liked being anything but regular. It made life more interesting, more fascinating, more exciting. Everything seemed new and amazing that way. True, it made the world seem that much more terrifying as well. But it brought a special sense of charm to it that they wouldn't change for anything in the world. And for that, they pitied the regular people who forced themselves to live their regular lives. They were missing out on all the fun.

"You know," Margaret began as she looked at the night sky, "we still have to decide who's going to go live at Skips' place." She then held up a key ring that the yeti had made for the two of them.

Rigby shuttered, completely forgetting that Benson ordered them to sleep apart. One got the bedroom in the house, and the other got the bedroom addition that Skips built onto his shack.

"Punchies?" Rigby asked the red robin.

"Definitely," she said looking down at the raccoon.

He punched her in the shoulder. She punched him back. She let Rigby win. He knew that Margaret let him win. He got the house, she got the shack. Though, they didn't really go their separate ways the first night. Neither the red robin or the raccoon felt like being alone for a while.

"Goodnight Rigby," Margaret said as she cuddled up with Rigby in bed.

"Goodnight Margaret," Rigby said as he nuzzled himself against Margaret's feathers.

Somewhere outside the city, a blue jay was looking out onto the view of tall buildings and bright lights, with the park off in the distance.

"Goodnight, Margaret. Goodnight Rigby," Mordecai said calmly with a satisfied smile on his face.

He reached over to a lamp on the night stand, and clicked it off.

Gravity – Sara Bareilles

Fin ~ Ocean

Ending Three of Three

Sky, Ocean, and Earth – Koichi Sugiyama

Author's Notes

Well, that's it. It's done. You know, it's weird finishing a story of this behemoth proportion. I got all the way here ready to be done and finished with it, but now… I actually feel sad. Like, so sad I actually want to cry. This seems really silly to me considering this was just a fanfic. I don't know. I guess I'm just feeling sentimental. I've spent the past eight months working on this thing nonstop and now… I don't know. I really don't know how to feel now that it's over.

I wanna thank every single reviewer and fan on here and /co/ for giving me the drive to keep going with this thing for so long. I'm happy that many of you have grown to love this, and it shows by the 200+ reviews I've gotten. You all were the ones that kept me going till the very end, by giving me inspiration, drive, and critiques that helped me slowly become a better writer as the story went on. Thank you so much.

I don't know what else to say besides thank you. I would thank everyone here by name, but I know that there are just too many to name openly. I don't know if I'll ever write anything like this ever again. And if I do, I hope that everyone who reads it is just as supportive as you all. Thanks again.

I think I'm kind of gushing at this point, so I think I'll just stop here. I hope you all enjoyed every minute of this story, new and old readers alike. THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN!


So Until Next Fic…