Author's Notes: This is my first story involving chapters with the Regular Show archive. I certainly hope you guys enjoy it. I disclaim Regular Show and its characters, but Outcast Town belongs to me.

Outcast Town(?)

Chapter One: Where's Pops?

The universe is a vast and limitless expansion of galaxies, dust, gas, clouds, and trillions among trillions of stars. It is an amazing sight to behold, and we have barely even scratched the surface of what it contains, and what it may and may not.

However, unknown to the scientific principles of the universe, is a very bizarre land filled to the brim with odd creatures and people. It is a place that seemingly could only be visited in someone's dreams and imagination.

No ordinary human has been able to visit this place, and its existence remains a mystery to the people of modern society. This place is known only to those who live in it, and it cannot be seen by the naked eye alone. This unusual location only "reveals" itself to those it "chooses".

The locals who live there give it a very specific name, a name that suits this mysterious and bizarre area very fittingly. It is called, "Outcast Town".

"Outcast Town" itself has very strange powers, and it does very unique things to whoever enters inside of its gates. It is unknown if these "powers" it wields is magical or not.

The people of Outcast Town lived in peace and harmony, and were innocent of the escalating violence and destruction that occurred and grew every day in our world.

But soon, Outcast Town's tranquility and solitude would be disrupted, for three aliens from the outside world would soon come and cause such a calamity. These three heroes would learn some of the dark secrets contained within Outcast Town's boundaries, and leave their mark on its walls forever.

Well…maybe not "heroes" exactly…

"Can you see them, Rigby? Are they still after us?"

"Yeah, dude," replied Rigby, gazing backwards with a pair of binoculars in his paws, "they're right behind us!"

"Oh, my!" gasped Pops, clutching onto the back seats of the golf-cart with both hands, "They're going to tear us apart! Oh, Rigby, why did you have to go and eat that circus midget's pineapple?"

Mordecai, Rigby, and Pops had gotten themselves into some very deep trouble…

As it turns out, Rigby had mailed in an essay he had written to their local city hall about how ice cream trucks should play Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" as their siren rather than "Pop Goes the Weasel" or "Turkey in the Straw".

As fate would have it, his essay had won the contest, and the grand-prize was three tickets to their local carnival.

Rigby invited Mordecai, and he reluctantly agreed to go (mainly because of his phobia of clowns, but the blue-jay concluded that he needed to face his fears sooner or later).

Rigby had also tried to invite Skips, but he had plans (something about being dared to watch old re-runs of Blues Clues in a beaver suit, or at least that's Rigby thought he said).

Then he tried to invite Benson, but the ol' grouchy gumball was occupied with his own personal errands (AKA beating his cousin's kill streak in Call of Duty Black Ops).

So, that only left one person: Pops.

The lollipop-headed man was so excited to visit the circus. He absolutely adored watching clowns performing their comical routines, acrobats leaping great-heights and performing somersaults in mid-air, elephants running around in circles in fear when a mouse sprinted by their colossal feet.

But, before they entered the large colossal tent, Rigby noticed a delicious, appealing pineapple just sitting there on a table, all by itself with no one around to devour it.

The ravenous raccoon licked his lips as he approached it, and he tore it apart with his teeth, tasting all the delicious, natural juices contained within the pineapple.

That's when the pineapple's owner, a circus midget, witnessed Rigby snacking on his delicious, prized snack that he had grew and raised himself.

The circus midget summoned all of his circus midget-friends, and began giving chase to Rigby. Rigby, obviously fearing the wrath of the enraged circus midgets, he began to run for his life.

Mordecai and Pops noticed the midgets and began running right along with Rigby, trying to escape from that accursed carnival as fast as humanly (or blue-jay, raccoon, and lollipop-headed humanly) possible.

Unfortunately for the three of them, these midgets weren't joking around. These guys were out for blood, and they weren't going to let them get away that easily. Just when Rigby, Mordecai, and Pops thought the coast was clear, they heard a small, but fierce motor coming up fast behind their golf-cart.

They all whirled around to see a miniature clown-car tearing up the road, ready to ram and destroy the three on the spot.

And this is where they are now, trying to outrun crazed, angry circus from cutting up their bodies into little, tiny, bite-sized pieces and eating them.

Mordecai was sweating madly as he had his thin, stick-like black foot on the gas and he turned the steering violently from left to right, trying to keep the cart steady on the road in this dense, lonely forest. They could all hear the angered cries and insults being hurled from their little colorful car.

"Mordecai," shrieked Rigby, staring at them with those binoculars, "We're not gonna make it!"

"Oh yeah we are, Rigby," declared the confident driver, as he swirled the steering wheel violently to the left, "We're not gonna get caught by those crazy circus freaks!"

"I'd say 'this is fun', but," declared Pops, hiding underneath Rigby's seat in nervousness, "but I think you're travelling a teensy-weensy bit too fast, Mordecai!" Mordecai didn't even bother looking back at the nervous lolli-man, but he replied, "Sorry, Pops. I got no choice here!"

Mordecai took another violent swerve to the right, knocking Pops over and Rigby's head dangled outside the window. The blue-jay was travelling at such a high speed, that Rigby's eyes and cheeks were being pulled all the way backwards.

With his eyes popping out madly, the raccoon managed to turn his eyes towards the back of their cart, and noticed a midget aiming what appeared to be a purple, polka-dotted bazooka at their cart.

Rigby gasped, and tried to cry out, "Mordecai, Mordecai! Turn around! Turn around!"

But Mordecai was far too focused on the road to pay any attention to Rigby's pointless ramblings. Not only that, but Rigby's voice sounded too muffled, since the wind against his mouth pushed his tongue up against the roof of his mouth, making his words distort and nonsensical.

Finally, the angry midget pulled the trigger on his retarded-looking bazooka, and an old banana peel dotted with bruise-spots went flying out of its large barrel.

Rigby's bloodshot eyes widened, and he shoved his head forcibly back inside of the golf-cart and screamed, "Mordecai, stop the freakin' car!"

Without even looking at him, Mordecai shrieked, "Are you nuts? They're gonna eat us alive, dude!" Mordecai swerved violently to the right, setting the cart right in front of the banana.

Rigby's eyes widened in horror, and he pointed at the road, and screamed, "BANANA!"

"Huh?"

Mordecai turned his head towards the road, and his large eyes landed on the lethal banana peel lying there on the road, ready to slip up anyone who proceeded to go in its path.

Suddenly, all three of them began screaming maniacally, eyes wide and bloodshot and their mouth three times their normal sizes.

Mordecai turned the steering with all his might towards the left. The cart's wheels squealed like wild, angry pigs as it turned its entire body fiercely to the side of the road.

The road was designed like a wavy line, and it was parallel to a mountainside's cliff (a very dangerous place to make wild turns as Mordecai was). All that was down there was nothing but a lonely forest of pine trees and fog.

Luckily for them, however, it was not very high, but a fall from that height would still hurt.

Mordecai blinked twice, and he noticed that he had just missed the banana. He looked back at it from the rear-view mirror, and saw that it was just lying there.

The blue-jay breathed a sigh of relief, and he was about to interrogate if everybody was ok, when suddenly, he hit a large rock was that conveniently (at least for the midgets) right in front of the road.

However, it did not just stop the cart. The sudden halt sent them flying out of the car, Rigby, Pops, and Mordecai, right over the gray road railings.

Mordecai, Pops, and Rigby all screamed as they went tumbling down into the sea of pine trees below. All one could hear while they were falling was "Ow! Ooh! Oof! Ouch!"

The branches from the trees were cutting and poking them while they spiraled down into the forest.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity of torture from the tree's branches, they all managed to hit the floor…but not appropriately. They landed very hard, and this, of course, lowered their stamina.

Mordecai landed first, and he landed right on his stomach. The impact had knocked all the wind out of his stomach, and he was very dizzy at this point. On his stomach, half-knocked out, he stared up at the trees, and saw Rigby and Pops flopping down the branches like fishes on a fisherman's deck.

The two landed on the grassy floor with a thud, leaving them both dizzy and inadequate to function, just as Mordecai was.

Mordecai's vision began to blur, and his strength slowly withered away. The last thing he remembered before passing out was the laughter of the midgets, and one of them cried out, "Serves you right, losers!"

Six hours later…

Dusk had begun to engulf the late-afternoon sky, and the area had begun to grow silent and eerie, as all forests do when the sun sets.

It had also begun to grow a tad cold, and little animals scampered around the bodies of the three weirdoes.

A milky-white fog had just scarcely begun to roll in, suddenly making the trees' silhouettes to appear like giant monsters in the mist.

However, despite the silence and seemingly lonely appearance, the forest was not alone on this night.

A tall and slim shadowy figure observed the three of them on the floor, unconscious and non-living. The only thing that could clearly be seen was this figure's glowing red eyes. Their crimson, glowing eyes seemed to be squinted as they stared at the three bodies.

Slowly, they approached the three unconscious groundskeepers. Their footsteps crunched the leaves on the floor as they got closer and closer.

This figure also seemed to be clutching something in their hand. It appeared to be a red, ruby-like gem.

Finally, this tall, obscured person stood right over their bodies. They crouched down and got on one knee as they seemed to inspect their bodies.

First, they started with Mordecai's body.

The figure picked up Mordecai's arm, inspecting it carefully for something. The figure then put the blue-jay's arm back on the floor, and shook his head. Apparently, Mordecai did not fit whatever this figure's necessities were.

The figure then stood up, and approached Rigby's lifeless, furry body. The shadowy figure got down on one knee again, and this time, he opened one of the raccoon's eyes. Rigby's eye was surrounded by veins and appeared to be staring off into space. The figure peered into his eye carefully, as if searching for something.

But the stranger simply shook his head slowly once again, and gently closed Rigby's eye.

Next, they approached jolly old Pops.

The figure strode over to the jolly man and crouched down once again, and began to feel his round, lollipop-head. The shadow seemed to pat it down, almost as if feeling if it were flawed.

This time, the figure didn't shake their head and walk away. In fact, this time, they grinned. Their smile was a pearly-white one with razor sharp teeth. The figure put their hands around Pops' stomach and picked him up off the floor with ease, and placed his body on their left shoulder with his legs and arms dangling in mid-air.

The shadowy stranger then began to slowly saunter away with Pops, leaving Mordecai and Rigby's bodies in the cold, lonely, and heavily-fogged forest.

The obscure shadow, while striding away with Pops on his shoulder and still holding that shining red gem, quietly uttered, "This guy will make a great experiment for Queen Pyra…"

Slowly, the figure entered the ghostly-white fog, with theirs and Pops' silhouettes shrinking and fading away inside of the vast forest…

One hour later…

Mordecai's feathery fingers had finally begun to twitch after seven, long, grueling hours of being unconscious on the muddy and grassy floor. He groaned and clenched his teeth as he painstakingly got up to his knees.

He rubbed the back of his neck sorely and he rubbed his eyes. He rubbed a sore spot on top of his head, and uttered, "Aw, man…what the 'H' just happened?"

The blue-jay opened one of his eyes, and he began carefully analyzing the area.

Silence…fog…trees…shadows…eeriness.

Mordecai opened both of his eyes, and he stood up tall, and he slowly swung his head around, observing more of the same.

"Whoa," he exclaimed to himself while gazing up at the cliff where they had flown off, "I actually survived that?"

The logical blue-jay then arched his eyebrow, and then he turned his head, and cried out, "Hey…where's Rigby?"

Mordecai began searching around frantically for his little nocturnal buddy, when fortunately, his eyes landed on him, on the floor with his tongue hanging out.

Mordecai dashed over to him and he got down on his knees, and he shook Rigby with one hand.

"Hey, Rigby," Mordecai whispered, trying to see if his friend would wake up, "Are you ok? Dude?" After a few more seconds of shaking, one of Rigby's eyes popped open, and his eye began moving frantically up, down, left, and right.

The raccoon sat up perfectly straight, almost like a rake would if someone would step on its teeth, and stupidly asked, "Breakfast time?"

Mordecai stood up and replied, "No, dude." Rigby rubbed his eyes while still on the floor, and he asked, "Dude, where the 'H' are we?"

"I dunno man," answered the blue-jay, turning around and staring back up at the cliff from where they had flown off while evading those deranged, insane midgets from the circus. "But right now, I'm just glad we're, like, alive!"

Rigby began scanning the area around them as well. He stood up and stretched his arms, and asked, "Wow, dude, how long have we been out for?"

"Hmm…I dunno. Let me check." Mordecai reached into his "feather-pocket", and pulled out his iphone. Just as he was about to turn it on, he cried out, "Oh, crap!"

"What?" exclaimed Rigby, turning around. Mordecai held out his phone to Rigby, only to reveal that it was broken. The screen had cracks all over it, and the screen was completely black. It must've broke when Mordecai had landed.

"Damn it," declared Mordecai, shaking his head in frustration, "and this was new, too. It had sixty-four gigabytes and it was jail-broken…oh, like it'd matter anyway. I probably wouldn't get any reception, and there's no way I'd get any Wi-Fi out here."

Mordecai scoffed and rolled his eyes while jamming it back into his pocket, and he asked, "Do you have yours?"

Rigby shrugged his shoulders and said, "Sorry, dude. I left mine at home, you know, just in case we'd be chased by a bunch of angry circus midgets or something, I wouldn't drop it or anything."

"Great," replied Mordecai, folding his arms and rolling his eyes, "we're lost, we've got no food, we can't use our phones, it's freezing out here, our cart is broken, I'm starting to rant like a wuss…"

"Yup, and Pops is missing…" added Rigby.

"Yeah, and Pops is miss…wait, what?" Mordecai unfolded his arms and he raised his eyebrows. He began turning his head from left to right, searching for Pops and his large lolli-pop head.

Suddenly, a cold feeling began drilling a hole into Mordecai's stomach. "Hey…where is Pops?" Rigby shrugged his shoulders and blinked.

Mordecai just stared at him for a few seconds, and he walked over to a few bushes and began pushing them out of the way, as if looking for any sign of their boss. Mordecai stopped his shuffling of the bushes, and he cupped his hands around his beak, and he called out, "Pops? Pops!"

His only response was the sound of his own echoes coming back to him.

Mordecai turned to Rigby with an alarmed look on his face, and said, "Dude, Pops is gone!" Rigby's mouth opened a little in astonishment, and he replied, "What…what do you think happened to him?"

"I dunno," replied Mordecai, getting more uneasy, "where could've he gone?"

"Do you think…", Rigby stood up straight, gulped nervously and his eyes shifted from left to right rapidly, and he continued his sentence in a nervous whisper, "…the m-midgets got him?"

Mordecai pondered that for a brief moment while staring at Rigby, and then he shook his head. "No…no, I don't think so, Rigby. I mean, if anything, they would've taken you."

Rigby folded his long, furry arms and replied, "Yeah…yeah, you're right. If they would've taken anyone, it would've been…hey, wait a minute…!"

Mordecai instantly interrupted him and said, "Maybe he went to find help?" Rigby shrugged once more and replied, "Maybe. If he's not here, then, that must mean he's ok, right?"

"Yeah," agreed Mordecai, nodding his head, "maybe we should go catch up with him?"

The duo both turned their bodies towards the vast and lonely forest.

Suddenly, it got much more creepier-looking. The fog rolled in much thicker now, and the bare trees now appeared to be like giant monsters with massive claws hanging out, ready to grab and rake in their victims. There weren't even any crickets chirping. Only the sound of the winds howling greeted them.

Mordecai and Rigby blinked and they gulped in unison. Rigby asked, "Do you think….um…do you think P-Pops went in th-th-there?"

"Yeah, Rigby," replied the blue-jay, trying to hide the shaky nervousness within his own voice, "where else could he have gone…?"

"Um…ok," began Rigby, his knees beginning to quake a tiny bit, "you first, Mordecai."

Mordecai stared down at Rigby for a moment, and he replied, "Um…ok." Mordecai slowly began walking towards the eerie forest, and he replied with, "F-follow me."

The tall, lanky grounds-keeper led the way into the foggy, saturnine woods. Rigby scampered close by, his eyes nervously flickering from left to right, as owl eyes continuously stared at them both as they walked deeper and deeper into this bizarre, unknown territory.

After walking for about thirty minutes, Mordecai cupped his hands around his beak once more, and called out, "Pops? Pops! Pops, where are you?"

Once again, only the echoes of his cries responded to him.

Rigby decided to give it a shot. He cupped his paws around his snout and cried out, "Hey Pops, we're gonna beat 'The Hammer!'"

But once again, there was no response.

Suddenly, the forest grew creepier still. The owls began hooting repeatedly, almost as if responding to their calls somehow. The fog began rolling in streams now, and the air suddenly dropped in temperatures significantly.

Mordecai and Rigby stopped now, terrified to keep moving forward. The constant groans of the owls and the ghostly fog suddenly made the atmosphere much more grim and devoid of safety.

"Uh…h-hey…Mordecai?"

"…Y-yeah Rigby?..."

"We're not…"

"'Not' what?"

"We're not.." Rigby gulped and wrapped his arms around himself, his own pathetic way of giving himself comfort, "…lost, are we?"

"'Lost'? No, no." Mordecai forced a fake chuckle, as if trying to make himself sound confident. But Rigby, arched his eyebrow gave him a look.

Mordecai noticed it and frowned, realizing he was fooling nobody, and replied to it with, "Y-yeah, dude. We're lost…"

The blue-jay then placed his feathery palm on his forehead and shook his head slowly in failure. Rigby gulped and stared up at the tree branches, filled with the haunting yellow eyes of owls.

"…Mordecai?"

"Yeah, Rigby?"

"Are we gonna die out here?"

"…"

Rigby simply sighed when he heard Mordecai's silence. He wrapped his arms around himself again, shielding his body from the bitterly-cold winds, and wondered aloud, "If we're this lost, imagine how Pops must feel…"

Mordecai closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around himself as well, and lowered his head.

The raccoon blew into his paws, trying to keep them warm, when suddenly, he saw a few white flakes land on his palm. He arched his eyebrows and gazed up at the sky.

A gentle snow-shower had begun. The flakes came waltzing downwards like ghosts dancing in the fog. Rigby frowned and muttered, "This sucks…"

Mordecai stared at Rigby trying to keep his paws warm with his own breath, and he frowned. He really didn't mean to put Rigby into all of this. But, what could he do? Pops was missing inside this massive forest somewhere, and now, they were lost as well.

Suddenly, something spectacular and miraculous had caught Mordecai's eyes; a bright light was shining in the distance. It appeared to be a flame of some sort, perhaps belonging to a lantern or a torch.

The blue-jay's face brightened up, and he shook Rigby's shoulder and cried out, "Rigby! Rigby! Look!"

Rigby gazed towards the direction Mordecai was pointing at, and a colossal smile spread across his face.

"Hey, a light!"

The two, with renewed energy, both bolted towards this fiery light in the distance, excited to see some sign of life besides the owls.

As they got closer and closer, they began noticing more signs of a civilization. For one thing, a colossal town gate began coming into view, and the fires came from a torch bolted on the side of the entrance.

"Dude, maybe Pops is in here!" cried Mordecai, while dashing towards the town gate.

"Yeah," replied Rigby, "and, more importantly, maybe he'll have food!"

But before they entered, two things caught sight of them…

Two pairs of yellow eyes were observing them as they sprinted closer and closer towards the gate. These two sets of eyes were observing them from the top of two towers on each side of the gate entrance.

"…Do you see what I see?" one asked the other.

"…Yes. I wonder who they are…"

"Do you suppose we should alert King Alucard that we have two new outcasts joining us?"

"Hmmm…no. I think they're better off meeting him themselves. King Alucard loves making new friends, after all…"

The two creatures popped their heads out of their nests, only to reveal a black cat with a bright-red scarf around its neck, and a crow wearing a monocle and a purple top-hat. The cat and the crow both turned to each other, and giggled eerily, and they hid back into their holes before Mordecai and Rigby could catch sight of them up there.

Finally, Mordecai and Rigby got to the town gate, and they screeched to a halt. Mordecai and Rigby both stared up at the dreary-looking towers, and suddenly, they weren't so sure if they wanted to go and see this town anymore.

"Uh…Mordecai?" asked Rigby, staring up at the words painted on top of the town gate, "Have you ever heard of this place before?"

"No, dude…"

They both stared at the bright-red, sloppily painted words on the bricks above them, and read it outloud in unison...

"'Outcast Town…?'"

Author's Notes: Yes, well, here's the first chapter of my first full-length story for the Regular Show archive. Please feel free to drop a review. Thanks.