13 Steps, a Regular Show fanfiction.
Step Thirteen: The...
...clouds weren't breaking. If anything, the sky only turned a couple shades lighter from the black sky of night to the gray of a stormy dawn. I turned my muzzle up to the sky and felt the rain pelt my fur, but it hardly mattered; I was already soaked and shivering. The weather had mirrored my thoughts in an all-too-perfect way: When I had left Mordecai and Margaret to talk yesterday, it had been sunny and clear, and I had hoped that maybe things would maybe go back to the way they were, and we would move on from the mistakes we had made. Our friendship could have found some sort of new strength that we never had before.
Instead, I was alone in an unfamiliar place, an escapee of Mordecai's hatred.
Did he really hate me?
If he got upset enough to drink, there was really no doubt in my mind. The look in his eyes when he had grabbed me was terrifying; the way he dug his claws into me, I could feel every ounce of his anger and pain.
You caused it. You pushed him over the edge.
But I was just trying to help!
You should know by now when you try and help, you make things worse. You're the annoying kid brother no one wants around.
I felt my head lower in shame at my own comments. I had never been this confused in my life, not since...my dad. All night I had been recalling the chaos and emptiness of that time in my life. I had run from those feelings because I felt vulnerable. It was easier to just act like a fool then let anyone in, to explain just how broken I was over his death. All of the insane adventures I went through with Mordecai actually kept me sane, and occupied, just like video games. When I was busy I didn't have to think, or justify myself.
But now, it looked like the guy I had depended on to understand me would be lost by a horrible decision. I was realizing that no matter what I had done after that night to make things right, had been useless. Could I really blame him?
Margaret wasn't even THAT attached to Mordecai. She admitted it.
That didn't matter. If Mordecai's heart belonged to her, that was enough...even if it didn't hold value to her. Why did I trust Margaret to take him back after the way she treated him the first time? How could I have been so desperate?
I was trying to cling onto a hope that had never been there. Now, I had no idea where I was going next. I couldn't be this burden anymore, especially to someone I
cared so much for. I'd go back to the house one last time; it was time to plan my good-byes. Thunder boomed above me, but I hardly noticed it.
I heaved again into the toilet, but it was dry and painful. I think by now all of the alcohol was out of my system, but the disgust and shame was deep in there, wrenching my guts. I flushed and tried to stand up slowly, my head throbbing and making me dizzy in the worst way possible. I grabbed the sink for leverage and felt myself moan from the disorientation.
What a mess.
I steadied myself and looked into the mirror, blood-shot eyes looking back at me. I didn't even recognize that guy; he looked like me, and I'm sure he sounded like me too, but it wasn't me. The guy in that mirror had let anger consume him and ignored the help that was offered. He let the world beat him down because he knew he deserved it.
I turned my head down and away, unable to look anymore. It was shameful.
You hurt Rigby.
I didn't know what I was doing.
You did. You knew he wouldn't fight back. He would never lay a finger on you and you used that against him.
Enough of this. I walked back into our
room and sat on my bed, a mess of frustrations. I hadn't meant to go ballistic on Rigby, but it happened. And, well, maybe he deserved it. When he brought Margaret here it had only made the hurt worse, even if she had left our walk on good terms. She had even mentioned dinner soon, and that she'd always consider me a friend. It didn't matter though; without her here, as my girlfriend, it didn't mean enough to make it right, or OK.
Rigby didn't change her mind that night. Her mind had already been made up.
Yet no matter how many times I thought it, it didn't add up or seem right. Yeah, I had that excuse on Rigby and he knew it.
No amount of apologizing on his part will change how you feel. Blaming him is easier than blaming Margaret. You think everything bad that happens to him is justified.
I looked over at Rigby's broken trampoline. One of the legs had snapped off, and I found that this make-shift bed was depressing to look at. Maybe it wasn't the steel, springs and fabric that did it, but what it represented. It was like I had broke the past itself. I couldn't fix it myself, but maybe Skips could. I would just lie and say we were wrestling or something stupid like that.
The something stupid part wouldn't be such a lie.
I remembered that Rigby had
left for the night, and I couldn't blame him. Hopefully he'd be near, maybe still sleeping on the couch downstairs. Maybe, he could finally put all of this to rest. The idea seemed impossible, and really overwhelming, but Rigby and I had to settle this and come to a solid ground about everything that had happened. We owed it to each other.
After you grabbed him he'll probably be afraid to even see you.
This is Rigby we're talking about. He'll be feeling better by now.
I flinched at my own comment; the truth behind it was all too real. Still, as uncomfortable as it was, Rigby and I NEEDED to talk. I would try and see things from his point of view, and make sure my anger was in check. I could put this Margaret drama behind me...for now.
I actually used the the handrail walking down the steps. Each one was a challenge, as each step made my head throb and ache. I had to be careful I didn't go tumbling down like an idiot. As I stepped down onto the last step, I leaned over the rail to look over the couch.
I couldn't help but groan; now I'd have to go search the park for him. I was feeling sick already, obviously, and the last thing I wanted to do was cover acres of property. Still, for him, I would.
I opened the front door and was immediately greeted with a windy chill, as if it had been expecting me. "Hey Mordecai," it would say smugly, "I'm here to make your search for Rigby even more unbearable. Isn't that great?"
I thought of running back up to the room and grabbing my scarf, but the prospect of climbing up and down those stairs again made me decide against it. I closed the door behind me and scanned what I could see of the park. Overhead the clouds were steady and violently gray; a storm was definitely brewing in them.
I decided to start at Skips' because I had to talk to him about Rigby's trampoline anyway. I made my way over to his sublet, shielding my face with a wing, the wind's force pushing against me, as if it meant to blow me away. I really didn't want to do this; couldn't I just wait for Rigby to come back?
And leave him out there feeling like crap? What a good friend.
I knocked on Skips' door a couple times, then stepped back. I could hear some rustling and I looked to the ground, waiting. A moment later the door opened and his large frame had filled the doorway.
"Yeah? What is it?"
Something about his gruff voice seemed more intense than usual, and it honestly put me more on edge. His eyes glared at me with hot intensity.
"Hey Skips," I began, clearing my throat. "I kinda came to ask you a favor."
He didn't say anything, just continued to stare.
"Uh, well, Rigby and I were wrestling last night and we accidentally broke his trampoline. Do you think you could fix one of the legs? It broke off. But if you're busy, I totally understand and-"
"I'll do it," he said roughly, interrupting me. "You guys shouldn't be breaking things so often. Benson's gonna find out. He always does."
I sighed a bit, relieved he wasn't going to kill me. "I know, you're right, we were being dumb. I guess I can lug it down here later."
He nodded. "Where's Rigby? Shouldn't he be helping you?"
"I...don't know where he is."
Skips sighed, and peered out past me. "He shouldn't be wandering around outside. I'm not his mother or anything, but it's gonna be a bad storm. He shouldn't be out in it."
"I know, I was on my way to go look for him," I said, trying not to look embarrassed. I couldn't exactly let Skips know it was me who had driven Rigby out.
I thanked Skips and turned to leave, when his large hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned my head to look back and that serious look almost had a tone of compassion.
"Look, Mordecai – I heard some of the stuff that went down between you two last night; these walls aren't as thick as you think. I'm not going to get into your business, but whatever beef you guys have needs to end, or both of you will be looking for a place to live. It's not a threat, but a warning. You know information travels fast around the park."
I swallowed hard but nodded in response, ashamed that Skips, or anybody for that matter, had known. "OK."
Satisfied, he shut the door and I was left back alone outside. Above me, I heard a boom of thunder erupt in the clouds, and it made me flinch a little. How could the weather change this quickly? It didn't matter, I had to find Rigby.
My voice was getting hoarse from the constant yelling I was doing, and I was getting tired from the cold wind constantly blowing through my feathers as I walked. I had covered about half the park in the less than a hour, and still no sign of him. I looked through all our normal spots: the snack bar had boarded shut, and the storage shed which held the classic arcade games we loved so much had been locked. I even asked Muscle Man, who had angrily told me he'd never let Rigby in his trailer before he slammed the door in my face.
I was running out of places to look and it was slowly dawning on me that Rigby might not even be in the park. If he was somewhere in the city it would take me all day to find him. I sighed at the thought, but forced myself to continue on. As there were fewer and fewer places to look, I tried to think positive. Maybe my search was coming to an end. Maybe-
His secret place.
I almost broke into a run when I realized I hadn't checked the one place no one knew he went, except me. It was easily accessible but tucked away into the trees, so it was a decent place to shield yourself from the rain.
When I turned back and walked down the unmarked path, straying away from the main trail, I couldn't help but remember this is where all of this had seemed to start. The day I found Rigby crying to himself, he had angrily told me I had been the one to break him to that point, and it had hurt. Yeah, it wasn't a good feeling, but at the same time it never dawned on me that he was trying to really tell me something.
Was I the ignorant one all along?
Well, this time I would listen. I raised my wing to brush past the hanging, soaked branches in my way, several of them whipping right back into my face. I could hardly feel the sting; I was thinking of what I'd say to Rigby. Or really, what I'd let him say to me. I was ready to accept some truth.
I rounded the last large tree and the log was still there, though darker from its soaked bark. Sitting on top was a figure.
I felt myself run this time towards the log, an excitement washing over me despite the throbbing that had returned to my head. Finally, it was-
not Rigby. The figure was too tall to be Rigby, and this figure had darker fur than his. I stopped in surprise, frozen. Who would be out here on a day like today?
"H-hello?" I felt a nervousness wash over me. What if it was a psychopath?
Don't get carried away.
The figure stood up straighter at my call, and turned his head. Realizing who it was, I couldn't help but let out a gasp, it was-
He smiled weakly, his sharp teeth gleaming, giving a small wave. I couldn't believe it, he was the last person I ever thought I'd see again, even though his advice back at the hospital had really made me think. He was sporting a black coat that gave off a shine, probably from the rain. He fur was matted down and unkempt, giving off a look that made him seem feral. But I knew better.
"Hello Mordecai," he said, returning the greeting. His voice sounded tired.
"Harvey, it's good to see you," I started, but hesitated. "But what are you doing here? No one comes to the park when it's freezing."
He let out a small chuckle. "The weather doesn't mean much to a man like me, I'm afraid. I've been coming to this spot for several years now when I need to think."
It definitely was a small world. I was hearing his words but hardly registering them. It wasn't impossible to see a stranger again, that was for sure, but something about it seemed really strange.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," he added, frowning. "Were you expecting someone else?"
I looked down then back up, nodding. "Yeah, I'm sorry. Remember my friend who I was visiting at the hospital?"
"Well, I think he's somewhere in the park, and I'm trying to find him. This is his secret spot, but I guess it's not that secret after all."
The wolf seemed thoughtful, then turned his body so he was now facing me. "Is he lost?"
I couldn't help but laugh softly. "No, we actually both work here at the park. He's...well..." I stopped, nervous. I couldn't just blurt out he was hiding, it would make me seem off.
"Well?" Harvey repeated, an eyebrow raised. I coughed, trying to think of how to word it.
Cut the act. Harvey isn't stupid, and maybe he could help.
"Well...we got into a fight. And, well, he ran off last night because it had gotten pretty bad. I'm trying to find him as quickly as I can so I can just talk to him and make things right." I exhaled hard, but in an odd way getting the truth out was relieving.
Harvey rubbed his chin, in thought again. "You said he was a raccoon, correct?"
My eyes lit up. "You've seen him Harvey?"
My heart sunk as his shook his head. "No, I'm sorry. I'm afraid I haven't seen anyone since I got to the park."
"Dammit," I breathed. He could be anywhere. "Well, thanks for at least-"
I stopped myself, looking at Harvey. He seemed to be lost in thought, distant, like his body was here but his mind was somewhere else. Did I offend him somehow?
"Uh, Harvey, are you alright?" I asked softly, trying to catch his attention. At this, he shook his head as if he were trying to clear it, like waking up from a deep dream. He looked back at me, not smiling anymore. It took me a moment to realize there were tears in his eyes, making them glisten.
"I'd be a liar if I said I was," he replied, his voice barely a whisper. He coughed, and I could hear him fighting back whatever it was that was making him upset. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a small old-fashioned watch, rusted with age. He fiddled with a small brass knob at the top, winding it with small clicks before placing it back in the pocket, hidden away once again.
"This was Jack's," he remarked, a sad smile crossing his muzzle. "Well, it was his grandfather's first, then his father's, then his. It's a family memento handed down through his bloodline. He treasured it for the sentimental value, despite it being so old and worn. He-"
Harvey sniffed and coughed, clearing his throat again. Why was he referring to his partner in past-tense? Unless...
A horror crept through me, spreading through my body in agony. Did he...
"The night we met and chatted, the nurses had paged me, and I had assumed he was being released. Well..." He looked to the sky, clearing his throat again. "Jack had suffered multiple seizures before they induced him with his usual medication. The seizures had led to a stroke, before they could stabilize him. When they had paged me, he was already placed into Intensive Care."
"I couldn't believe it, I couldn't force myself to believe it anyway. His episodes had been painful in the past but never that life-threatening. When they allowed me his room, he was a fragile thing with so many tubes in him I could barely stand to look. He must have been in so much pain, yet he managed to smile once he saw me. For him, I kept it together and smiled back. He couldn't talk but I talked to him to keep him calm, told him how much I loved him and that I'd be here once he recovered. He'd return home and I'd take care of him and make him well, just like always."
Harvey looked back at me. "Like always never came. He passed during surgery. His heart gave out and they couldn't revive him." His fists and teeth clenched. "I couldn't save him myself. I was useless."
"Harvey, I..." I didn't know how to comfort this man in front of me, or make it better. "I'm so sorry."
"Thank you, Mordecai," he said simply, wiping his face with a paw. "I understand what happened, it's just hard to accept. Jack was everything to me and I feel like half of me passed as well."
We stood there in thoughtful, sad silence. I felt so bad for Harvey, who seemed like such a good person. I had never lost a family member, but I could only imagine how awful it must feel.
You might lose someone too, just in a different way.
"I find myself wandering the city to pass the time," Harvey noted, looking past me into the trees. "I find if I keep myself busy, it numbs the pain, just a bit."
I nodded. "I'm sure Jack...is somewhere, watching over you."
Harvey actually smiled softly at this. "I'm not a deeply religious man, but it gives me comfort to think about it like that. Without hope, why do we exist?"
Good question. I wish I knew.
I looked back up at him. "Yeah?"
"Be honest with me, since I was honest with you. Is Rigby...more than just your friend?" His eyes had a strange sparkle to them, shining brightly despite his remorseful face.
I swallowed hard. Why would he ask that?
"Well...I...I'm not sure. I'm honestly not sure how I feel about Rigby. I love him, but I don't understand what that love is, or how to define it to another person. It just feels like the right word."
He nodded, accepting of my answer. "Do you trust him?"
I thought of the last few months, everything he had gone through. Even after all of the events that had taken place, I couldn't name a single person besides him that I trusted completely. "Yes. Even when we're fighting, I do."
He nodded again. "Are you afraid of what people will think?"
"I guess...I'm afraid of what I'll think. Of myself."
Harvey looked amused, if anything, despite the sorrow he was obviously feeling. "And what do you think of yourself?"
"Right now I feel like I have nothing to lose," I replied, quietly. I felt selfish saying that in front of Harvey, but honesty was the topic at hand, and I wasn't going to break it.
"So if you feel like nothing else has worked for you, is there a path you haven't tried yet?" he asked, curiously.
One I was avoiding.
I sighed. "There might be. I'm not sure at this point."
Harvey adjusted his coat and crossed his arms. "Whenever I'm not sure of something, I try something else. Sometimes it works, and sometimes it doesn't. It keeps me what wondering 'What if?', and that's a horrible question to keep replaying in your mind."
I nodded in agreement. "I'm just thinking of the right way to go."
"That's up to you and you alone. If we all had maps of our lives the route would be easy and planned for us. Isn't it fun to explore though? To keep going when it's most hard? I know Jack would want me to keep traveling, and not waste what we had built together," the wolf said, giving me another smile. "Don't give up Mordecai. You're young."
He stood up and wiped his coat idly. "You probably should keep looking for your friend. I feel like I need to keep walking anyway."
He offered me an extended paw and I shook it with my wing. "Thanks Harvey, for everything," I said, our gazes determined. "I hope things work out for you. I really do."
He nodded. "And you as well, Mordecai. Maybe I'll see you around the city now and again."
We broke the handshake and I gave him a smile. As I walked away from Rigby's...and Harvey's secret spot, back onto the main path, I had a feeling this would be the last time I'd see him again. It was almost like his work was done, and mine was just beginning.
I decided to go back to the house. Trying to search the city would only leave me exhausted and useless, and I figured Rigby would come home eventually. There was a tightness in my chest but I tried to ignore it, because I had to keep my cool. It felt like the day was far from over.
I was honestly relieved as I walked up the steps to the front porch. I would put my feet up and rest until Rigby got back, and maybe my
mind would be in better shape. I sighed, opening the front door, which let out a steady creak. The living room was empty, which was fine with me. The pounding in my head had dulled, which was good, and I was looking forward to the comfort of our warm room. I walked up the steps, anxiety rising.
What would Rigby say? Would he even talk to me?
I'd try my best to make him. I stood in front of the door, gathering courage. When I opened the door, scanning the room, he was there. It wasn't too big of a surprise. But he was-
"Rigby, what are you
doing," I replied. "I feel like this is the best thing I can do to make things right."
Mordecai looked like he was stunned, though I couldn't blame him. I continued to pack what little possessions I had into a ragged, old backpack I used some time in high school. I had explained to him when I had gotten back to the house, he had been gone.
"Dude, if this is about last night, I screwed up. I'm so sorry, but I was just...messed up." He looked at me with pleading eyes, which honestly surprised me. I wasn't used to seeing Mordecai like that.
"I know you were," I said simply, and it was the truth. I didn't blame him for drinking. I didn't blame him for getting angry for breaking my stuff. I didn't blame him for hurting me. But I would blame myself if I stayed and caused him any more pain. I didn't want to hold him back, and keep him from living the life he wanted to live. I would just ruin his plans.
"Rigby, seriously," he groaned, holding a wing to his forehead. "I wanted to talk to you about everything. It doesn't have to be like this. We can go back to the way...things were." I could hear the hesitation in his voice.
"If we went back to the way things were, you'd be unhappy again." I picked up my cassettes I had stacked near Mordecai's stereo and threw them into the backpack, and saw my only tie in the closet and grabbed it, thinking of the date with Margaret I never actually went on. That seemed years in the past.
"You're my best friend and you're going to leave when we haven't even settled things?" I looked over and met his gaze. He looked angry, and hurt. I felt the same way, and every instinct inside of me screamed to put down my bag and do more reasoning and talking, but it just wouldn't work that way this time. Mordecai was a people person, and he would adapt and move on.
"Rigby...I..." It looked like he was going to say something important, like it was hard for him to get it out.
"I...no, dude, it's nothing," he sighed. "If you want to go, then go. Maybe you should, for your sake."
I guess I have my answer.
I checked over the room for anything I had missed, then set my bag over my the door. I looked back at Mordecai again and he hadn't moved.
"It doesn't mean good bye," I noted. "Just, so long for now I guess."
"Yeah," he dismissed it, gruffly. "If you say so."
"I have to go talk to Benson. He'll probably be happy to get rid of dead weight," I said. No response.
Don't hate me, dude.
I closed the door behind me, and what felt like on my best friend.
Rigby had come to say good bye to me again, after talking with Benson. I was surprised there hadn't be shouting or screaming from our boss when I listened from the bedroom. In fact, I couldn't hear anything until I heard Rigby's footsteps came back up the stairs.
"Well, I'm officially free from the park," he had said, trying to get me to smile. It hadn't worked. Instead, I could only sit on the bed in disbelief as he grabbed his bag and flung it over his tiny shoulders. "Listen, dude, I seriously forgive you for last night, that's not why I'm leaving. It's-"
"You don't have to explain yourself," I interrupted, coolly. "If you have to go, then go."
He looked down, hurt, then looked back up. "You'll always be my bro, OK?"
I didn't reply.
Instead, he came up to me and offered his paw. "Bros?"
I hesitantly shook his hand with my wing, and it felt so strange being formal with him. "Hm, hm."
I watched him walk to the door, and he turned and waved an arm, before walking out and shutting the door behind him.
He'll be back.
Later that night, as the sky grew darker, I realized I could be wrong.
Six months later.
I begin to dream with barely open eyes tonight,
a quiet melody, it sings to me, asleep I fall,
with whispered songs of hope that come toward my ears and stick inside my head.
"Oof!" I cried, tossing the last of the green waste into the dumpster, which was probably twice my height.
"Nice one!" Martin cried, "patting" me on the back, which almost sent me sprawling. I gasped for breath and he just laughed. The brown-feathered finch was pretty much a royal jerk and knew I sucked at taking punches, and took every advantage of that fact. There wasn't a work day that passed that I didn't get the wind knocked out of me in some way.
"Geez, thanks," I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes. I brushed my paws together to wipe off the excess grass shavings from the lawn mower, and sighed.
"Dude, I'm just having fun with you," Martin laughed. "Lighten up."
I grumbled and scampered off on all fours, away from that idiot. That was the last chore of the day and above the sky was turning a darker shade of blue, the sun getting lower and lower with each passing minute. My whole body felt sore and I couldn't wait to go take a bath, that is if the bathroom was available. I'd just have to get in there before everyone else.
Time passed slowly here, in this new town. I mean, it wasn't that far from my old city and old life, just a county over, but it might as well have been states away. I had chose this city at random...well, almost randomly. It had just as many shops, buildings and things to look at, so I figured I'd have the best chance of finding work here.
I didn't count on the fact that my work history, not to mention lack of people skills, would make it nearly impossible to find anything. I had passed this new park by so many times, refusing to take up my old profession. Eventually, it was my last option.
The park had almost an identical layout which kind of spooked me at first. When I traveled further into this new park, there was an almost identical rec house, looming in the distance.
The interview itself had been awkward.
"So, uh...Rigby is it? My name is Nelson," the jawbreaker machine had said, introducing himself, extending a metal hand. I shook it, in complete disbelief. Had the bus dropped me off in some parallel universe?
"Hey, Nelson, do you know a guy named Benson?" I couldn't help but ask.
"Well...never mind," I actually had to muffle a laugh. With a strange expression on his face we continued the interview, and by some miracle I landed the position. Later I would meet Martin the finch, Hops the Bigfoot, and Gramps, an old man who claimed he was made out of licorice whips. It was almost like I had never left home, but it never felt exactly the same.
So anyway, I was here now, trying to make the best of it. I had always hoped for some kind of sign I was missed, but nothing came.
I sighed, and headed toward the house. I would microwave some burritos, try to get computer time, maybe-
A shadow loomed in the distance, the opposite way of the house. I turned towards the call and frowned. It was bird-shaped, and waving.
Leave me alone Martin.
I shrugged it off, and walked toward the house again.
Why couldn't he just leave me alone? I hated hanging out with him. I started for the house again.
Just ignore it.
"You idiot, it's me!"
That voice. I knew it, better than anyone else's.
All that I believe and all I know that we can do,
It begins again with day and it begins again with me and you.
"Dude, Rigby! It's me!"
I hit all fours in an instant, running as fast as I could. The shadow became a figure with every step and got closer and closer, the black melting away into blue. The smile greeting me was like no other, and could never be replaced.
When I was close enough, I leaped, aiming for his gut. I hit him square in the stomach and we both fell over, laughing. I noticed, for the first time, the Colors were gone. Only his natural white remained.
"I can't believe you didn't recognize it was me, dude. It's only been a few months," Mordecai smiled, clapping a wing onto my shoulder. "You're such an idiot."
"Stop talking!" I half shouted, half laughed, and hugged him. He actually returned it, lifting me up a little. He set me down and we laughed again. There was so much to talk about, so much to say, but that could wait. Definitely.
So let's be quiet and be still, and steal these peaceful hours all away.
We'll claim the stars as ours, I know just where they'll be and what they'll say, they'll sing:
We both got up and brushed ourselves off. "So, what's been up One Cheek Wonder?"
I let it slide; he could have called me anything at this point and I wouldn't have cared. "Why don't I tell you over coffee. There's a shop nearby that brews a mean bean, know what I'm sayin'?"
He nodded, grinning. "It's on you then, right?"
I punched him softly. "Fine, you cheapskate. Fine."
I wanted to know how he found me. I wanted to know why he came to see me. I wanted to know so many answers to so many questions, but something told me I'd find out sooner or later. After all, secrets weren't our thing anymore. We were irregular guys living in a regular world.
I could live with that.
(Won't you sleep well, sleep well tonight.)
(Sleep Well - Mae)
And there you have it, ladies and gents, the end of 13 Steps. It was a great story to make my return on, I definitely missed and writing for pleasure, and I'm glad I finished it and followed through. The fact that you get attached to your characters and their universe is an understatement, and it's bittersweet. I hope you guys join me for my next Regular Show story, which will actually be a comedic tale of epic proportions (hopefully). Let's just say it's based on one of my favorite cult classics of the 90's.
Thank you so much for your support, feedback, and reviews. I sincerely hope you had just as much fun reading it as I did writing it.
Until my next story, see you soon!