Rigby's Body

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(Y/n), (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby are at the Snack Bar. Mordecai, looking bored, lets out a sigh.  "Augh, this sucks." He said. "Agreed." (Y/n) said, also bored. "What's that supposed to mean?" Rigby asked. "It means that the next time we get to pick our job for the day, I get to pick. Why did you pick the Snack Bar?! This is like the worst job at the park, dude!" (Y/n) said. "I think it's the funniest job at the park." Rigby said. "You don't really think that. You just don't want to admit that you're wrong." Mordecai said. "Like always." (Y/n) crosses her arms. "Why would I admit something that I'm not?" Rigby asked. "Dude, seriously, this is more boring than watching you trying to read a children's book." Mordecai said, and (Y/n) snickers. "Is it more boring than your faces?" Rigby snapped.

"I don't know. Is it more boring than my fist in your face?" Mordecai snapped. "Is it more boring than my fist in your face, You turd!" Rigby shouted. "You're a turd!" Mordecai said. "No, you're a turd!" Rigby said. "You're both turds!" (Y/n) shouted. The trio start fighting. "You're the turd!" Pops appears. "(Y/n), Mordecai, Rigby, stop! We can all be turds." Pops said. (Y/n) chuckled as she, Mordecai and Rigby dust themselves off. "Oh, hey, Pops." They said. "So, how do you like being the guardians of the snacks?" Pops asked. "It's awesome." Rigby said. "I think I'd rather be the guardian of something else." (Y/n) said. "This place is lame." Mordecai said.

The trio resumes their fight. "But, (Y/n), Mordecai, don't you like eating snacks for free?" Pops asked. "What?" Mordecai asked. "When I work here, all the snacks are free! Ta ta." Pops walks away. (Y/n), Mordecai and Rigby exchange a glance, then quickly duck under the counter, devouring doughnuts in unison. "I guess this means I was right about the Snack Bar." Rigby said. "Yeaa-uhh!" Mordecai said. The trio eat a diverse array of snacks. As the evening draws to a close, the Snack Bar is left in a state of disarray, and (Y/n)


Mordecai and Rigby are feeling unwell due to overeating.. "I need to eat something healthy, like a salad or something." Mordecai said. "I know, my stomach's killing me." (Y/n) said as she rubbed her stomach. "What? Are you kidding? Dudes, all these snacks are free, dudes." Rigby stops himself from vomiting. "Trust me. If we keep eating, we'll feel better in no time." Rigby said. "Uh... okay, I may be no doctor, but I'm pretty sure that's not how it works, Rigby." (Y/n) said. "She's right, Dude, quit being a loser." Mordecai said. " Loser?! I don't know that I want to listen to the guy who was wrong about the Snack Bar being cool. No, I think I'd rather listen to the guy who's right all the time. ME." Rigby holds up a fried soda cup and takes a bite out of it.

Mordecai and (Y/n) both flinch back in disgust. "Augh! Sick!" Mordecai said. "I think I'm gonna throw up." (Y/n) said as she turns away. "Hmm. Hmm." Rigby grimaces in pain as his stomach rumbles. Later that night, Mordecai is eating a salad while (Y/n) has some eggs. Mordecai takes a bite of the salad. "Ahh. I feel so much better." He said. "Same." (Y/n) said. Rigby is sitting next to a blender that contains doughnuts, candy, and other junk food. "So do I." He starts the blender, grinding all the junk food into goop. He then proceeds to drink it, grimacing in pain again as his stomach rumbles. "Rigby, dude, you've gotta stop eating all that crap." (Y/n) said to him worriedly. "Dude, I'm telling you. If you keep eating like that, your body's gonna quit on you." Mordecai added. "Stop talking!" Rigby snapped.

"Whatever. We're just trying to help." The duo exit the kitchen. "Hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm-hmm. I showed them." Rigby takes a bite of a doughnut, only to be thrown to the ground in agony a split second later. "Why isn't more food working...?" He screams in pain, then picks up the doughnut next to him. "One more should do it..." He suddenly drops the doughnut as he loses control of his hands. "Huh?" Rigby's hands grasp his face, pulling him to his feet and dragging him around the room. He collides with a wall and then falls over the fallen chair. His hands then exert immense force, causing his eyes to roll back into his head and emit an otherworldly glow. "What are you doing?!" His hands keep pulling,

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