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Chapter 8: Back Home

Rigby's eyes shot open. Mordecai fell backwards. Skips caught Mordecai. Margaret dropped her water. Muscleman hi fived Hi-Five Ghost. Eileen hugged Rigby. Benson slapped Rigby. Thomas stepped back.

"Rigby, you're ok!" Eileen shouted.

"HOW COULD YOU!" Benson screamed at Rigby, louder than anyone had ever heard him scream before. "WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD!"

They were in the park living room, and everyone was huddled in a circle around Rigby. They all looked like they had just seen a ghost.

"Uh guys," Rigby tentatively began "Someone wanna explain exactly what happened just now?" He asked, not sure what to expect.

"YOU STOPPED BREATHING FOR OVER 10 MINUTES YOU FREAK ITS A MIRACLE THAT YOU'RE STILL ALIVE" Benson screamed in fury. His eyes looked a little glassy, but more apparent was his fury and the crimson that engulfed his face.

"Uh Benson, let's take a deep breath here," Margaret told him "C'mon, why don't you follow me out here. Let's go," she guided him outside and he succumbed quietly, all the energy seemingly having been sucked from him.

"Well looky there," Skips said "Looks like our pal actually does have a heart somewhere in there," he chuckled.

Rigby stared at him blankly. He took in his surroundings. He was lying on the couch, and Mordecai had been leaning over him before he fell. Skips was right next to Mordecai and Eileen had pushed her way onto Rigby, enveloping him in a hug. Muscleman and HFG were arguing in their own little corner of the room and Thomas was standing awkwardly off to the side. "I'm still a little unclear as to what just happened guys..."

"Oh yeah, that" Skips said nonchalantly. "Well, after you regained your memory, you me and Mordecai were back in my house. But you wouldn't wake up, and you stopped breathing. You kept murmuring about memories and we were worried. We carried you down to the house and called up everyone to see you and figure out what was up."

"Wow. Um, I don't know what to say. Thanks. How long was I out?" Rigby asked, uncomfortably trying to edge away from the mole digging herself into his side.

"About 15 minutes," Skips told him. This caught Muscleman's attention and he stopped arguing with Hi-Fives for a second.

"WOO! See, Skips says it was 15 minutes! I totally won that bet, suck it!" He took off his sweaty shirt an swung it around in circles as he ran out the building whooping, with a ghost hot in pursuit shouting about how he never won anything.

"Wait, I almost died and they were betting on me?!" Rigby shouted, now infuriated.

"Oh Rigby, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're ok now," Eileen chimed, burying her face deep in Rigby's fur. He squirmed into the couch.

"Eileen, I can't breathe," managed Rigby as he was squeezed tighter and tighter. Skips watched in amusemt for a few seconds before deciding to finally spare him.

"Come on Thomas, let's drag this psycho away for now," Skips grabbed Eileen's waist and lifter her away from the trembling raccoon. He walked out the room with Thomas following. That left two in the room.

Mordecai had been eerily quiet during this whole ordeal. He had been watching silently from where he sat on the ground. Seeing Rigby wake up had startled him at first, but all he could feel now was relief. He wanted to say something, but knew he had to wait for the raccoon to explain first. He stared at Rigby and waited for something to happen.

Rigby looked at Mordecai. Why wasn't he saying anything? Was he ok? Oh god, he had so much to say to him. He wanted to let everything out at once, but found himself at a total loss of words. He stared at Mordecai and waited for something to happen.

It was Mordecai who spoke first. He asked Rigby what no one had thought to ask yet.

"Are you ok dude?"

Rigby laughed, the tone of the room suddenly becoming a little lighter. "Of course I'm ok!" Mordecai stared at him with a confused look on his face. "I survived! I beat the streets, I beat the memories (Mordecai was only more confused at this part), and I survived to tell the story. I'm awesome!"

Mordecai laughed. "Well I'm glad you're ok, man. I saw your other life. It looked tough and I'm glad you came out ok."

"Thanks man," Rigby smiled. "I-" he began, but then paused to shift himself to an upward position and awkwardly rub his arm. "I'm glad I have you dude." Mordecai was puzzled by this part. "I mean, I know it's obvious and it doesn't need to be said, but you keep me going a lot of the time, and you deserve to know. You're an awesome friend."

Mordecai smiled wide and stood up. "You too bud. I'm glad we have eachother in our lives," he said. "Wanna go play video games?"

"Is that even a question?" They both laughed a bit, then let it die down.

"By the way," Rigby said. "I could totally live on the streets! I'm surprised I didn't run my own gang!"

"Psh, yeah" Mordecai joked sarcastically. "Totally."

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