I always wondered what life Mordecai and Rigby would be if they chose to keep their band. Then I thought why not make a story about it? I left it to the part when future Mordecai and future Rigby's idea of lip-syncing was rejected from Mordecai and Rigby (their past selves). Now they have to live their lives as groundskeepers again. So I thought maybe they'll return to the past one last time and try to make their band exist again.

Their rock stars lives doesn't exist but they have memories of it.

Okay, well I'm trying to write a story about Mordecai and Rigby becoming rock stars.

Okay? OKay...

I don't own Regular Show

The story starts now.

"This sucks…."

Old man Rigby grumbles, well not exactly old but not really young either...Mordecai and Rigby were in their thirties so it's more like... 'yold'. They have returned to the present from their past and are currently working at the park, unfortunately for them, they weren't wearing any awesome latest outfits or their super hard-core sunglasses. No leather boots. No more limousines to drive them up just to fast-food places. No more groupie rival lists. And no more drugs, which Rigby isn't liking too much especially. Mordecai and the Rigbys was over...well, technically they never existed.

Mordecai and Rigby stared at the TV screen as the game "Pinball" was playing itself; the two bars were in the middle and the ball just kept going back in forth in the same boooorrrrinnng motion. Their pupils followed its movements. Their attention was locked on the TV but they still somehow manage to make small and angsty conversations about how unfair it is to live their lives. They were bored, this life they have now is boring comparing to the life they could of had.

Ever since their past selves have decided not to lip-sync for fame, their career never existed, so technically they were ground keepers this whole entire time. So basically, all the rock star business was nonsense, but their memories remained, and they miss it badly.

Why? They're lonely bachelors in their thirties still working as groundskeepers.

Mordecai- I know, dude. We can't live like this…..

Mordecai and Rigby dropped the whole accent act and started talking in their regular voices ever since they made their return back to their future. They know how still play their guitars, but they feel like they are too old to start a band now. It was perfect when they were both in their twenties because they were really young and they had all those years to build up their reputation.

Rigby- Maybe we can start over? Start the band again?...Maybe?

Mordecai turns his face at Rigby.

Mordecai- No, dude. We need to go to the past again and fix this.

The loser duo have decided that they absolutely refuse to live their lives like this any longer. The two gathered whatever money they got, plus their paychecks to buy some hipster clothing similar to the clothing they wore in a different time. After got dressed in their outfits, they made their way to the garage and started to looking for Pop's classical trumpet horn turntables that's stored somewhere within it.

Rigby- Why can't we just do the microwave thing?

Mordecai- No, dude. It's too dangerous, and you'll probably lose your grip (rolls eyes) and die again like last time.

Rigby- (Furrows)What the hell are you talking about? I didn't die! I'm standing right here!

Mordecai gives him a look.

Mordecai- Never mind...just shut up and trust me...help me assemble these...um..talking horn things... right...anyways, it's better this way.

The groundskeepers duo straighten the record player horns in the center of the garage with all the other junk put to the side by walls.

Rigby- Hey, should we talk to them with an accent again?

Mordecai- Hmmmmmm...yeah...I think we should.

Rigby plugs them in as Mordecai pulls out the soda he's brought with him. In order for this to work and to be able to return to the past, they had to spill soda on wires while touching the horn record player. And they did just that.

Rigby- Today is yesterday's tomorrow, baby!

Let's rewind back to the event when Mordecai and Rigby made their own band T-shirts and all that jazz. It was originally supposed to be this fake lame ass band, but you know, Mordecai's imaginary dick wouldn't approve of that if Margaret didn't approve of that. So Mordecai had lied saying they were in a band. And that's when Margaret has invited them to play in the open mic night.

Future Mordecai and Future Rigby went to the past again to meet their past regular selves. They have explained to their past selves that a band would had happened if it had existed before. Due to the fact that they lip-synced, they lied to their past selves about the real reason why they aren't a band currently and said something like "Our past selves totally rejected our offer in help to become a sensational rock band because they didn't believe us. They pulled us off as hipsters instead and shrugged it off."

Past Mordecai and Rigby were skeptical.

Mordecai- I don't know..that's sounds

Rigby- Like a lie.

Rigby finishes while making a disbelief face.

Rigby- (Crosses arms) Prove it!

Their future selves didn't hesitate, so they grabbed guitars and starting playing. That was more than enough to convince them. So now they totally agree that they'll cooperate especially with that demonstration of their mad skills with the guitar.

Future Mordecai- Look, we'll teach yew everyfhing we know, but ya gotta swear you'll be willing to do anyfhing.

Mordecai and Rigby- Yeah! Sure!

Future Mordecai looked at future Rigby and nodded in agreement to each other as if they linked their minds with their brainwaves in knowing what would happen next.

Future Rigby- Okay, then. Let's get ready to rock and roll!

xxx

Now let's get into the part when they're at the open mic night….already about to perform, nervous as hell because their future selves still didn't teach them a fucking 'how to' with the guitar but only taught them their 'sweet moves'.

Rigby turned to look at his future self with a worried expression, but his future self gestured him to strum his guitar.

Rigby did just that and he was caught off guard with what was going on; the song already has started. Mordecai follows and his confidence level asserted high up. Both Mordecai and Rigby felt more and more connected with their inner rock stars selves. And everything was going all smooth until...

…the tragedy occurs…

Mordecai drops his pick and it clatters on the floor. When he bent over to reach it, that's when he notices in that moment his voice was singing the next verse. Only it wasn't him singing it. His eyes start following the wires and he notices that the amplifier itself wasn't even connected to the plug. He waves his arms in protest at the crowd but everybody just cheers him on due to their euphoria from the music. He groans in frustration at this.

He turns his attention at his and Rigby's future selves. Future Rigby stood by the radio that was actually playing the song while Mordecai's future self gestured to keep fake playing his guitar.

Mordecai frowns upon this and took a step closer to them. This is when future Rigby started to panic.

Future Rigby- Awww man! This part of the scene is repeating itself!

Future Mordecai- No worries. I've got a plan.

Rigby- The plan where we run like hell before the cops get us?

Future Mordecai- (Irked) Did you smoke some coke before we went to the studio?

Rigby-...Of course not.

Whatever.

Future Mordecai ignores his friend and brings out the Mordecai halting weapon. He flung his arm in the air, high enough for his past self to see. And he did and Mordecai stopped, dazzled when he saw his future self waving a feather effortlessly in the air. What made him stop was that this feather wasn't just a ordinary feather. No, this feather had a natural shine to it, it was thin and long, and most of all that made it so particular was that it was crimson. Only one being he knew possessed pretty feathers like that one.

Margaret.

His future self lowered his sun glasses to have a better sight of his past self reaction. He brought the red feather closer to his nostrils and smelled it slowly. His eyes closed in delight as he whiffed the feather and a sly smirk formed from his beak. Then he he uses the red feather like he would for a guitar pick and makes a gesture to his past self again to keep the show going.

'Play along'...he thought to himself.

Subsequently, Mordecai's quote from earlier replays in his head as he held his black guitar closer to him.

"In the future, do I get to go out with Margaret?"

He averts his attention to the crowd. They all were cheering for his band, but that didn't matter because he was only looking for her. Then he saw Margaret, he smiled and she was smiling right back at him. All he ever wanted was to impress her.

Mordecai involuntarily started to strum again and kept lip-syncing. It was like he was watching himself on TV screen lip-syncing, he had no control of himself. What he really felt was that he was tired of being the righteous one. The guy who usually has to do the right thing; always getting out of trouble too. And nothing great usually came back to reward him from his goodness. Karma ignored him for what good he did; instead he karma would only bite at him. Now it's time for him to have his way. What he wants. He wants Margaret even if he has to steep so low as lip-syncing to win her.

As the song finishes, Mordecai feels a twisting and tightness inside his stomach that was filled with guilt and regret. His thoughts raced fast, he doesn't even smile when the audience screams his band name over and over, so loudly that it can be heard outside the building. In fact their cheering just made him feel worse. He had an undying anxiety feeling that any minute now everyone will find out what a fake he is.

Rigby approaches him, but his voice isn't loud enough to be heard. Rigby had a smile on his face that was five miles wide. He jumped off the stage and crowd surfs away. Mordecai's expression was blank when he saw this . He then turns his direction towards his future self feeling now exasperated.

He runs up to them.

Future Mordecai- Great job! Ya guys were great juss like we were ten years ago.

Mordecai snarls and clenches his fists. He had the urge to punch him, but resisted.

Mordecai- I know you guys tricked us into lip-syncing!

Future Mordecai- But tha's whot mainly helped us into becoming rich and famous befere. Don't yeh want tha?

Mordecai- No! That's lame!

Future Rigby- Then why didn't yew juss stop playing?

Mordecai- Because [Points a accusing finger at his future self] You made me do it!

Future Mordecai- No, I didnit.

Mordecai- Yes, you did. How the H did you get her feather? You pervert!

Future Mordecai- Whot feather? Oo's a perv?

Mordecai- Stop acting dumb! You know what I'm talking about. Now tell me or I swear I'll admit to everyone here that I lip-synced.

Future Rigby- Ya know yeh wouldn't….

Mordecai promptly rotates and heads back to the stage.

Future Mordecai- Alwright! Alwright! [Growing grin] C'mere, f'ere a second …

Mordecai- [Starts walking back to them] What?…

Future Mordecai- Look, I can't tell yew any relationships that we 'ave in da future. It might corrupt somefhing in the future if ya know now. But I will admit this one fhing to yew,...yes this feather belongs to 'er.

Mordecai's hopes suddenly sky rocketed all of the sudden.

Mordecai- I really do get to go out with Margaret then?

Future Mordecai- I can't tell yew anyfhing like tha, dude. Awl I can say is wait and find out yerself.

Mordecai- Dude, c'mon. What damage can you afflict by just tel-

Future Mordecai- No! Juss drop it! [crosses arms] I'm serious, man. I would tell yew if 'ere wasn't risks to come wiff it...it's already bad 'nough that yeh know tis much about tha future,...but yew know, what yew did now was fer a necessary cause.

Future Mordecai was just realizing how annoying he is from his desperation with Margaret. He now understands why everybody used to make fun of him about it, too.

Mordecai- [Scoffs] You know, I'm pretty pissed at what you guys did to me and Rigby. You guys better teach us how to actually play or I'm gonna-

"Mordecai!"

Future Rigby and future Mordecai retreated quickly back stage to hide unnoticed.

Margaret runs up to him and he instantly stops talking. She grabs his arm with both hands. His arm. Her hands. Mordecai doesn't know if he can keep himself upright. She pulls him a little closer to her. Mordecai blushes insanely. His goddess of hotness embraces him a little and flashes him a pretty smile. Sweat starts dripping from his fore head from his inner panic, but he tries his best to look calm. He makes an attempt to smile back, but it comes out crooked. And speaking to her is like the most impossible thing to do right now. He can only stutter stupidly.

Margaret- Gosh, you were so amazing! I never knew you could play like that. Least of all sing.

Mordecai- H-h-h- Ha!

This was his fail attempt of saying "hi". Mordecai mentally kicks himself in the family jewels for that one.

Margaret- I had no idea how awesome you guys were…[slightly rubs his arm]…at the guitar as well.

Here he is, with his fantasy. The girl he's been obsessing about for so long and she's very impressed by him. Can this day get any sweeter. Mordecai is elated and he wouldn't mind if God right now took him. His dream was starting to come true. Something he always dreamed about becoming and dreaming about the girl he always wanted to be with; being a rock star with Margaret as his girlfriend. Oh yeah, this is just too damn awesome.

She batters her long eyes lashes at him and he could just melt on the floor.

…..Then another tragedy occurs….

"Hey, baby."

Her boyfriend finds her and advances towards her. He glares at Mordecai as he pulls her away from him and embraces her then leers at Mordecai with a 'Don't you dare touch my girlfriend or I will drop you like a bag of dirt' look. Mordecai was the star tonight and he didn't like that. It was supposed to be his moment, but he stole it. He'll be damn if Mordecai was gonna steal his girlfriend too.

Margaret- Oh….I almost forgot. This is my boyfriend, Angel.

Then whatever hopes Mordecai had in asking her out right at the moment was gone. Mordecai at this instantly frowns. His eyes look impassive, his body is still. Then just like that, she leaves with her boyfriend. Mordecai watches them as they left the building.

Then future Mordecai and future Rigby reappeared out of the blue like magic or something.

Future Rigby- Ouch.

Future Mordecai- Don't worry about tha. The only fhing yew should worry about is learning o'll to play tha guitar.

Mordecai-[Turns around] You know, I'm still not cool with what you guys did to me and Rigby. [scoffs] He doesn't even know yet…

Future Mordecai- Where is Rigby?

Future Rigby- I'm right 'ere, man.

Future Mordecai- [Looks down at him] Not yew, ya twit! I meant yerr past self.

Before the trio begun searching for Rigby, here he comes, strutting and feeling so damn proud of himself, feeling like he can take on the entire world and conquer it over a hundred times easily. You can tell some girl kissed him on the cheek because there was a bold color red lip-stick displaying on his cheek like a badge. He finally walks up to them all.

Rigby- Dudes! This. has. got. to be. the most. awesomenest. experience. in my entire effin life! Mordecai, I just crowd surfed. Then a real hot chick just gave me her number and this happened [points at the lip-stick kiss mark] She kissed me!

Future Rigby- And tis is only the beginning. It's gonna get way better after tis…..well, after we teach yew how to actually play, tha is.

Rigby- Yeah! That's what I'm talkin- say what now?

Rigby had an absolute confusion and uncertainty written on his face. Mordecai smacks his forehead and groans at this, his eyes lower from being frustrated from it all.

Mordecai- Let's just get outta here already.

xxx

It's fifteen minutes past two AM. Mordecai and Rigby are practicing on their guitar playing, trying to copy how their future selves played. They been practicing for hours after they got back from the café. Mordecai and Rigby were starting to improve more and more, but in reality, they still sucked.

They all agreed to shut up about the lip-syncing performance they did on that stage as long as they learn to play the guitars, and as soon as possible. Attempting, Mordecai was singing and playing the guitar at the same time but it was a lot harder than he thought. Mordecai and Rigby were getting tired and the thought of them passing out on their beds seemed like the best idea right now. Both of them were considering drinking coffee to keep themselves up, then later still in taking further guidance from their future selves.

So they all sneaked into the house for a coffee break. They all drank the coffee black because that's how they all liked it best. They all were in the kitchen. The two Mordecais were leaning against the counter whereas the two Rigbys were sitting at the table. They all were drinking their coffee, discussing stuff. Their future selves said they should name their guitars because it would help better connect with music and the 'flow' of it.

Future Rigby- It seriously would 'elp if yew named yer guitars. [Facing his past self] Whot should yew calls yers?

Rigby still has yet to put his guitar away. He strums it lightly while letting the question sit.

Rigby- Maybe I'll call it…er….Strong John?

Future Rigby- John?

Future Rigby put his coffee mug on the table and renders his past self a very stern look. He jumps on the table hastily, on all fours, and darts towards him. Rigby flinches from this, thinking he should make a run for it since it seemed like he was about to attack him. But he stops near him and stares down at him.

Future Rigby- John? [Throw arms in the air] What tha hell kind o' bloody name is tha fer yeh guitar?

Rigby felt flustered by this. He didn't think it was that bad for a name since it was named after a video game he really likes. Rigby didn't know how to respond. He looks at Mordecai with an irked expression like 'What's his problem' and shrugs, then adverts his face back to his future self.

Rigby- I don't know what to call it! What did you name yours then?

His future self ignored his question and stayed on the topic about Rigby suggesting his guitar to be called "John". He was still flabbergasted about his name pick.

Future Rigby- If ya gonna devote yer life to da guitar then you'll need to name it after a girl, not a dude.

He walks back to his seat and sits. Then he laughs.

He laughs and fucking laughs and future Mordecai laughs along with him too. The current Mordecai and Rigby exchange confused looks like they missed a joke.

Rigby felt embarrassed and wanted to hide under the couch and never want to come out. He hated when people laughed at him.

Future Mordecai gulps down all of his coffee and then looks at his past self.

Future Mordecai- So what are yew gonna name 'er?

Mordecai- Oh! Uhhhhh…..Margaret? Heh….but, I'm not gonna actually tell her that I named my guitar after her.

Future Mordecai- [Nods] Ahh, alwright.

He turns at his future buddy and smirks. He puts his coffee mug on the counter and crosses his arms. Mordecai is bluntly surprised by how fast his future self approved the name he chosen . He thought his future self would act all hysterical about it like what future Rigby did to Rigby. Then again, Mordecai has always been a laid-back type of guy, so his future self had to be the same.

Back at the garage, the future Mordecai and Rigby instructed some more to their past selves. Mordecai and Rigby couldn't still get the hang of it and they made a lot of awkward strums. They thanked God that Skips wasn't in his room and is out into the city, in a bar alongside with Benson, Muscle man, and High Five Ghost, because he would know something was up like always. Another thought that would haunt Mordecai and Rigby was that they have to avoid Benson, Skips, Muscle man, High Five Ghost and everybody else who would interrupt them while they were practicing their guitar playing.

Rigby groans in annoyance. He looked at his fingers and figured that maybe they were too short and that's the reason why he can't play his guitar right. But he couldn't argue with that because it would be invalid. His future self is capable of moving his fingers so fast that it's hard to keep up from just watching him strumming the hell outta it.

Rigby- Aaarrrggghh! I can't do this!

Future Rigby- Yew have to believe that yer guitar is really a woman. Treat yer guitar like you'll treat a woman's body. [Smirks] Grab 'er neck, hold 'er close and keep on strumming and tha will make 'er holler fer ya.

Rigby couldn't believe what a womanizer his future self was. I mean, yeah, Rigby likes girls, but never considered that he'll actually think the gender of his guitar was female. Or anything. He thinks of it as he thinks of his video game. He figured that as times passes by, he'll have women part of his life which can explain why his future self acts this way. However, it didn't make him feel uncomfortable when his future self talks this way to him. He would just nod at his advice and just kept practicing.

It was really, really, really late. Or very, very, very, early. Depends how you would view that. The moon was still out, but it was crossed a little from the opposite direction of where it started. The stars dimmed faintly, the sun will arise 2 hours from now.

Mordecai and Rigby were just so, so tired. Their fingers pained and their eyes keep shutting then open, then shut again, then open again for every fifteen seconds that went by. Coffee wasn't doing them anything anymore now.

Their future selves had to return back to their time, because their "time machine" has a time limit set for them to stay in the past. They have twenty minutes left to be in the past. But of course, their past selves protested against this.

Mordecai- WHAT? No! You have to teach us some more. You owe us that, dudes!

Rigby- Hmmm! Hmmm! I couldn't agree more with my present bro here. If somebody finds out what fakes we are, it's gonna affect you future 'us' too.

Future Rigby- We kno tha alwready. But yehs see, we 'ave a time limit.

Future Mordecai- Which mean yew guys are on fer own. Hey, we were at a time on our own when we 'ad to learn ow'll to play the guitar. It only took us like fhree weeks to learn. [Looks at future Rigby] We trust yew guys. [Winks at Mordecai and Rigby] Well, more likely, we trust in ourselves. Ha ha ha heh…

That laugh sounded nervous. Like he was really unsure about them accomplishing to be rock stars and Mordecai sensed it.

Then the horn speakers started to float and rotate. They rotated slowly at first then increasing its velocity for every turn it made. Green laser connected to all the vertexes and formed laser triangle. Future Mordecai and future Rigby stood right below the laser triangle. They wave good-bye at their past selves.

Mordecai and Rigby leaned against the wall in awe. Mordecai and Rigby couldn't believe that their future selves are just gonna leave them like this. Not only are their future selves going home, but they're not coming back. Ever. Mordecai and Rigby didn't expect this. Their future selves are the perfect teachers for them. Because they are them. They can help fix whatever awkward strums they were having trouble with. They can articulate anything better than any guitar teacher for their understanding. But then again, their future selves play the guitar as if it is as easy as breathing, so casual like...So maybe everything will be all right. They will just have to see.

A bright light ball formed in the middle of the laser triangle. It lowered a little and future Mordecai and future Rigby were sucked into it and then vanished forever. The lights and lasers were gone too. They then returned to their time and that Mordecai and Rigby weren't ever going to return to the past again. Mordecai and Rigby kept staring at the area where they left in. The horn speakers were landing in slow motion and the atmosphere carried a heavy amplifier buzz.

Rigby frowned.

Rigby- Oh man! Now how are we going to be able to learn to play?

Rigby starts to panic with rampant thoughts. He clutches his head as if it were gonna fall off.

Rigby- What if everyone finds out what fakes we are? AND THAT WE LIP-SYNCED AND-AND-!

Mordecai grabbed his raccoon friend and lifted up him to his eye level. He shook him vigorously.

Mordecai- Rigby! Calm the F down! [Puts Rigby back on the floor].

Rigby nods and is now focused.

Mordecai- We are gonna be all right. Maybe they were right, you know? I mean…..they are us in the future. They told us that they were rock stars in a different time. So that means we're gonna be rock starts too. It can't fail.

Rigby- But they lied to us! We lied to us! They tricked us! We tricked us! What if they were just messing with us?

Mordecai- Rigby, think about it. Why would they want to mess with us since whatever problems we have now it will relate to their problems too.

Rigby shut up on that one.

Mordecai- We just need to practice. Everybody has practiced before they became famous. We aren't just gonna learn over night.

Rigby crosses his arms and ponders about the subject for a bit. He narrows his eyes at Mordecai and shrugs in a defeating manner.

Rigby- All right. I guess it's worth the try.

Rigby yawns then it made Mordecai yawn like some contagious disease was spreading to him.

Rigby- So [ growing grin]…..we're rock stars…right? Well...gonna be.

Mordecai threw his hand in the air and yelled, " Yay-yuh!" Then he high fived Rigby.

Mordecai yawns again.

Mordecai- I need to get some sleep though, dude.

Rigby- [Yawns too] Yeeaaaahh..…me too.

And then they went out of the garage and closed the door. They stay to watch the garage door closed slowly. As soon as they were walking up the stairs, they notice a light coming towards them and stopped. They see headlights in the horizon; the car was swiveling all over the park leaving tracks behind. They heard a lot of "whooo's" and cheers.

It didn't take that long for Mordecai and Rigby to find out that it was Benson, Skips, Muscle man, and High Five Ghost in that car. Benson walks out of the car and was plodding towards them.

Benson- [Points at Mordecai and Rigby] Mordecai and Rigby-you guys-YOU GUYS! You guys are soooooooo cool. The way you played tonight- those guitars-like this!

Benson started to play air guitar. He tried to copy the same moves what Mordecai and Rigby did at the café but failed miserably. Instead he fell on the ground then was laughing so fucking hard for no reason. Everybody else started laughing like that was the funniest thing they ever saw except for Mordecai and Rigby.

Mordecai and Rigby exchanged glances at each other and shook their heads. They smirked.

Rigby- Man, they are gonna feel like crap in the morning.

xxx

So how was it? Did it suck or what?