RS: Benson do me a solidRS: Benson do me a solid4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a long day of work, all the employees rounded up in the living room, playing truth or dare. But everyone was mostly daring each other. Since daring is another dangerous game such as "doing solids," everyone made sure to keep them to a minimum, like daring someone to give another a hug or something. Just then, Benson entered the living room, tired and serious as usual.
"What are you guys doing?" Benson asked.
"Playing truth or dare," Mordecai replied.
"Yeah, but mostly dare," Rigby explained.
"You guys all know that daring is a dangerous game," Benson stated. "Remember what happened last time "
"Ugh, we know, we know. We're keeping the dares to a minimum," Mordecai said.
"You should come and join us, Benson," Pops stated excitedly.
"Yeah, it's fun," Skips agreed.
"Mmm no thanks, I'll just sit this one out," Benson sat on the couch, leaning his head back.
"Benson's such a baby," Rigby whispered out loud. Benson lifted his head, glaring at Rigby.
"What was that?"
Benson's HeartBenson sighed as he lie under a shady park tree, work could be so tiring.Benson's Heart4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He stared into the open. Endless green..
His eyes lids felt heavy, and the rings were always there. No doubt from sleepless nights due to the noisy city. Or perhaps the stress..
This job. These people. So freaken stressful.
He felt a warm, little touch against his cheek. He smiled lightly. Pops sat beside him, leaning his soft, warm body against his manager.
"Hey." Benson said plainly. He was tired. He needed a nap. Just a few minutes of sleep would do it.
"Hello Benson, what're you up to?" The lollipop man asked brightly, it hadn't even registered to him that his significant other was dozing off. "Oh. Are you sleepy?"
The gumball machine nodded lazily, he leaned against the tree and against Pops, hoping to catch a few moments of rest. The naïve man seemed to understand so he settled into to comfortable enough to sleep as well. Benson smiled. His innocent, little Pops. It may have been lame and cheesey to fe
The interview with JG QuintelThe interview with JG Quintel5 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
In the past couple of days, I've posted quite a bit of stuff about my new favorite show, Regular Show.
Thanks to the accessibility provided by the internet, specifically Deviantart, I was able to conduct an interview with Regular Show's creator, JG Quintel, where we discussed the '80s, children's cartoons, and what it's like to voice your own character.
Moniqueblog: How did you get started in art?
Quintel: I've always been drawing. And I've always wanted to make cartoons. My parents were really supportive and put me in art classes and even got me a camera that I used to start making things animate. I kinda went from there.
You said in an interview with Half Channel that one of your influences is Beavis and Butthead. What other shows/pop-culture would you consider influences on your work, humor, etc.?
Lots of stuff, I like a lot of British television. Things like League of Gentlemen, Mighty Boosh, IT crowd, Little Britain, Trailer Park Boys, Summer Hights
Regular Show Fanfic- Birth of BensonMany patients have come into the hospital building for one of millions of cases that are common and even bizarre, that doctors were clueless on what possible diagnosis the patient has that not even human medical science can analyze, especially if the patient is NOT a human.Regular Show Fanfic- Birth of Benson2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everything was quiet and normal at the building; doctors were traveling around the building treating patients of many different cases or at the front desk filing while loved ones or acquaintances wait anxiously near the desk. The peace was then suddenly disrupted when the automatic doors opened and what was heard was what sounded like a blood-curdling scream in pain and agony that blocked the volume of the televisions.
What everyone on the floor saw was nothing like they would expect. Rather than a human couple, it appeared as what it seemed to be a group of living GUMBALL MACHINES! One was a rather vertical domed on with a mustache and had sort of a husky burgundy metal torso with a crank on the chest a slot on the
Mordecai and your familyMordecai and your family3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the day to bring the family to the park, everyone looked forward to their families, Rigby waited for his brother Don, his father Pops Maellard, Benson to his sister and father, Skips on vacation (Why? Not XD) and Five Muscle Man and Ghost in the house of his mother above NOT Muscle Man (NO MORE LIE XD). But something was wrong, where is Mordecai?.
If you are very sensitive to the sad, you better not follow reading, if not,! A MOURN away! : Iconcryforeverplz:. I would also say that this is not Morby, Mordaret, Mordeson, Rigleen and other romances. It is just a Fan-fic sad and believe that short, I'd also like to criticize as it is my first Fan-fic: iconlaplz: I'm so excited. Hope you like.
After all the families came to the house in the middle of the park, Rigby realized long after his "brother brother" had not seen him all day, so I look in your room, but he was not there only saw a blue jay feather characteristic of the close of the open window also was n
RS: Sick Benson 2A crash of thunder had woken up Benson from his feverish sleep. He sat up slowly, placing his hand on his head, which felt as if a truck ran over him and he felt really dizzy.RS: Sick Benson 24 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He groaned. "Ugh, I feel horrible," Benson whispered to himself. He turned to the window, noticing it was still raining. Then he turned to the digital clock by his bed which read 9:15 am. Benson gasped. "I never over sleep!" Then he heard a voice coming from the third floor. A familiar voice.
"Oh no," Benson said to out loud. "No it can't be..." He got up and looked out the window to figure out if he was right, though he hoped he was wrong. To his disappointment, he was right. That familiar white limo parked in front of the house. Yup, it was Mr. Maellard, his boss. A sudden wave of nausea hit him.
"Oh man," Benson groaned placing his hand on his stomach. He had just remembered that he was suppose to have a meeting with his boss today. Now he had to find the perfect excuse for attending the meeting late. What wou
Finding a Happy Medium"Alright guys, take your seats." The woman wearing a suit and glasses instructed as she sat in the chair that was in the middle of a chair circle.Finding a Happy Medium4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone took a seat in each chair inside the room, including a content Benson. They waited while the woman, Ms. Leslie, wrote something down on her notepad.
Sunday night meant Anger management night. It was the same ol' thing every week. Ms. Leslie would go around the circle asking everyone how their week went, if their tempers are more controlled than the past week, if they're finding a happy medium, all that jazz.
Benson placed a hand on his face, looking bored. He'd been going to the meetings for about two months and it wasn't drastically changing him or anything. He was still the feistiest gumball machine that ever lived.
My week sucks, what else is there to say? Well, except for...Friday...with Mordecai of all people-
"Okay, let's start with Bernie. How were you this week, Bernie?"
Benson immediately tuned everyone out and entered his
Twenty QuestionsAs Pops sat there at the kitchen table, he realized something.Twenty Questions4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He knew everyone at the park. He knew Mordecai and Rigby's favorite video games and television shows. He knew what bands and food Muscleman and High Five Ghost liked. He even knew a little about Skips' likes and dislikes, and he was the quietest of the bunch. Since Pops considered all his employees his extended family, he wanted to get to know them. And he did. But there was one person he still only knew a little about, and he was sitting right across from Pops, sipping his morning coffee.
Even though Benson and Pops were close friends, the extent of Pops' knowledge was still limited to Benson's employee record. What were the gumball machines' likes? Dislikes? Hobbies? His past? Did he have other friends? Perhaps siblings? Like a child who didn't know a secret everyone else knew, Pops just had to know more about the infamous gumball machine.
"Benson?" Benson glanced up from his coffee cup. "I was wondering, could we perhaps
GO!After the tears shedded like infinite streams, the raccoon had finally went to sleep. He tossed and turned as he was having a dream as well. A dream that reminded Rigby of his childhood.GO!3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"I love you, honey!" Rigby's father said while holding his wife close to his warm body.
"I love you too!"
Rigby stood back and watched his parents kiss each other.
"Yuck! Get a room guys!" A young raccoon said, going to the living room to watch some television. Rigby never really understood what love was, and thank God he didn't at that age.
"Well, I got to get going, hun," exclaimed Rigby's father as he gave his wife a kiss good-bye. "See ya later, sport! You too, Don." He said as he patted Rigby and Don both on the head. And with that said, he was out of the front door.
He never came back.
He usually was home around 5, and later on in the evening, he arrived home about 9 PM.
"And where have you been?" Rigby's mother asked while tapping her right foot with folded arms and a raised brow.
Let's Keep It That WayAfter everyone was done telling their 'spooky' stories, Mordecai was relaxing on the couch, cuddling up in a warm blanket watching cartoons. He looked out the window and watched the heavy rain fall from the early evening sky and the wind causing the trees to dance along.Let's Keep It That Way4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mordecai calmly smiled. I'm so glad I'm not one of those wet suckers trick-or-treating..
"Agh! My life sucks!" Rigby said as he walked into the living room pouting.
"Pft, what else is new?" Mordecai said, grinning.
"Dude, this is serious! There's no ice cream in the freezer and I got a sweet tooth, see?" He showed his small but sharp teeth to Mordecai.
"Well, find something else that's sweet."
"There's NOTHING, man! It's Halloween and there's nothing sugar-coated in this place! No candy apples, no cookies, no candy, no chocolate, no ice cream!"
Mordecai shrugged. "I dunno, go trick-or-treating for a lil bit. You can dress up as a dad like I used in my story."
"Hello? It's RAINY! I'll get my fur wet." He pointed to the
Fear of FlyingDespite the few clouds in the sky, the group of friends entered the airport with smiles on their faces. Well, almost everyone in the group.Fear of Flying4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The seven friends were taking a plane to New York City. Mr. Maellard had given them all tickets. Originally, he was only taking Pops, but his lollipop son had insisted his friends come along. "Besides, now I can show Bean-teen what a real park is supposed to look like," Mr. Maellard had said, referring to Central Park. The group was going to stay there for two weeks, which was time off that everyone needed.
"Looks like our flight will be taking off in an hour," said Skips, reading off the giant billboard with the list of times.
"Sweet, enough time to grab some grub," said Rigby, "C'mon Mordecai."
"Right behind you, dude!" said Mordecai as the two friends ran off towards the food court.
"Don't cause any trouble!" Benson shouted after the two, "Because if you guys get arrested, I'm not bailing you out again!"
But secretly, Benson did hope the two did
Benson Goes Crazy And StuffBenson Goes Crazy and StuffBenson Goes Crazy And Stuff5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A "Regular Show" Fanfic
The blue jay and the raccoon were spending yet another afternoon ignoring their usual duties. While some days it's been wrestling a stuffed doll or playing video games, today they decided to be a little more daring and do something a little more audacious.
Mordecai and Rigby were going to just sit on the couch and stare at the blank TV in front of them; hands folded neatly on their laps, sitting up straight, backs against the furniture's cushions.
Just. Doing. Nothing.
"What are the two of you up to now?" The two young workers immediately recognized the voice (along with the sound of gumballs jingling around inside a jar) belonging to their boss, Benson. While they didn't move a single muscle to look, they figured he had walked in through the front door of the establishment, and could tell that he was slightly peeved.
"Nothing," they replied truthfully in unison.
A heavy sigh came from the gumball machine
Footloose"Are we going to put on a few music discs and dance the night away?"Footloose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"No Pops, we're just cleaning out my collection," replied Benson as he opened another box. Since he used to be a part of a band, it was no surprise Benson had an extensive music collection. But since his apartment wasn't exactly the biggest, and there were only about a dozen records he still listened to, he decided to finally go through his collection. Any records or cds he didn't want would go to the local Salvation Army, and would hopefully be bought by someone who would appreciate them as much as Benson had.
Of course once Benson had announced this, Pops wanted to help (Mordecai and Rigby wanted to help to, but Benson, knowing it would most likely be a disaster, rejected the offer). So, here they were, in the living room of the old park house going through record after record.
"Oh my, such interesting art!" said Pops, gazing in awe at all the album covers. Some simple, and some outragous. Definitely the 80's. "Good
RS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's OfficeRS OfficeAU Fic - Margaret's Office3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Margaret Robyn Tanner was always the kind of woman who wore herself well, which, Mordecai figured, was one of the short list of reasons for her great success. She was intimidating, cunning, beautiful, and never took 'no' for an answer. If business was war, Margaret was a walking arsenal. Perhaps the only thing sharper than her attire was her impeccable talent at being one of the most shrewd businesspeople in the city, perhaps in the state.
Maybe that was why Mordecai's palms were always sweating whenever he went to meet with her.
He stood in the elevator, watching the numbers count higher and higher as he felt his stomach sunk lower and lower. He was nervous, as he had every right to be. Even for a guy as straight laced as he was, there's not a person alive who meets with Margaret Tanner and doesn't feel at least a twinge of anxiety.
A bell chimed, signaling his arrival, and he cleared his throat as the bronze elevator doors slid open. Black, well-shined shoes strode against plush carp
The Gift: Pg1"NO. Just sit down and don't touch ANYTHING!"The Gift: Pg13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Benson was on a rampage, nothing new there.
What WAS new, however, was the fact that he was almost panicking, and wasn't letting anyone do anything. Not that they were complaining. It was still weird though, and some of them were actually starting to get worried.
Not but moments ago Maellard had called. In a week's time he would be there for the Park's annual review, and this time there would be no exceptions. It would be PERFECT of Benson would be fired. Needless to say, Benson was now set on doing every last thing himself to make sure not a single thing went wrong.
When Skips told the others this, Pops spoke up.
"Oh, but surely Father will go easy on him; It will be his birthday after all." He said. The others looked at each other.
"Benson's birthday is in a week?" Mordecai asked. "How come no one told us?" Skips shook his head.
"Benson doesn't celebrate his birthday. He hasn't since-"
"MOVE. I have to clean the living area just get out o
Obvious.A few days later, after playing hours and hours of that new game, they both grew tired of it.Obvious.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
"Hey dude, do you want to go get something to eat?" Mordecai asked his fellow raccoon.
"Sure, dude! Let's go!" Rigby said as he jumped up from the couch, excited to get something for lunch. Mordecai grabbed the keys from the shelf and the duo went out of the door, walked down the steps and into the cart. Turning the key in the ignition, the cart lunged forward and onto the path; making their way to Cheezers, a place where awesome grilled cheeses came from.
Mordecai steered the cart into the parking lot and parked the cart. Getting out of the cart, the duo walked across the parking lot and into Cheezers.
"Welcome to Cheezers!" One of the employees said while the two walked through the glass doors. Mordecai walked ahead to the ordering counter.
"May I take your order?"
"Yes, two Grilled Cheese Deluxes please," the avian asked politely.
"That will be $6.50 sir," the kind girl said with a mouthful
HamboningAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHamboning4 years ago in Settings More Like This
I cant believe Id listen to you I KNEW that I should have done some work but NOOO lets wrestle this stupid doll itll be fun.
But it was fun.
Well yeah but now theres a big hole in the wall.Dude were 23 years old.We shouldnt be bustin holes through walls WERE GONNA GET FIRED BECAUSE OF THIS.
You mean your gonna get fired through this ya HOLE
DONT CALL ME A HOLE YOUR THE HOLE YOUR THE ONE WHO WANTS TO WRESTLE!
OK lets not blame anyone.Beside I dont know how much it costs to fix a hole like this.PROBABLY A TON!
We convince Benson to give us a raise to pay someone to fix it.
Dude,YOU ARE A GENIUS OF COURSE RAISES!
48 Benpops MomentsConsider this a mini version of what 'A Fresh Start' was. Basically, a bunch of smaller Benpops drabbles, varying from friendship, romance, hurt/comfort, humor and more. Enjoy!48 Benpops Moments4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come on Benson, run through the sprinklers with me! It's so refreshing!"
It was no secret Benson hated snow. But when he woke up and saw a message shoveled into his driveway, he forgot all about the cold and the ice and the hard work he would have to do.
He only felt warmth.
"Pops, I've told you before, we use paper and metal for money, not lollipops."
On the outside, Benson was cold, hard, and strong. He was made of metal after all. But Pops saw past all that, and he knew what a softy Benson really was, despite the gumball machine's embarrassment.
Even though it was extremely rare, Pops did get mad, angry even. It was at these times that Benson was reminded that Pops was Mr. Maellard's son. Because he looked exactly like his father when he was mad.
But Pops woul
Wanna Go Out?It was just another night for Benson; filing paperwork, tapping out amounts on the calculator, discussing upcoming events with Mr Maellard. A dreary, boring night. Little did he know he was about to get a visitor....Wanna Go Out?2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Come in." Benson mumbled. He tapped the paper against the table till they were allgned then placed them on the growing pile of paperwork.
The door opened slightly and a blue jays head appeared. "Hey, Benson."
Benson looked up in surprise. "Mordecai? What are you doing here?"
"I....um...." Mordecai stood in front of Benson, in a tuxedo. He fidgeted with his hands and shuffled from foot to foot. Clearly he was nervous. Benson sighed, trying to ignore his racing heart at the sight of Mordecai's dress attire. "Look, I've already talked to Rigby about giving him an extra pay check-"
"No!" Mordecai almost shouted. Benson pressed his hands against the desk, startled at Mordecai's sudden outburst. Mordecai breathed out. "I mean.
HS__Truth or dare--GamTavHe´s walking along the playground on his way to the school office, younger kids getting in his way while playing around. This is the first time you´ve actually seen him walking alone, considering his best friend Aradia is always with him. You have known Aradia for quite some time now, and actually consider her to be a pretty good friend to you. You want to punch yourself for being such a coward. She was the perfect excuse to have gone up to him and actually tried to be friends with him, but he is still (and you fear will forever be) just an acquaintance. You sigh softly, shaking your head, suddenly remembering that the boy you have been following for quite a while around the school is getting closer and closer to the school office, and you might lose your chance to complete your task. You hurry towards him by pushing yourself, obliging yourself, making your legs move for themselves or else you would stay planted right there in the middle of the playground. You get closer from behind, hHS__Truth or dare--GamTav3 years ago in Romance More Like This
ZaDR - The ParkIt was a sunny Saturday. The air was warm and there was a light breeze. Dib decided to go to the park. And of course, he dragged his favorite little alien along.ZaDR - The Park4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I don't understand your fascination with plants," Zim commented as he grudgingly walked next to the tall human. "Sure, they're pretty. But they don't really have much purpose "
"Don't have much purpose?" Dib repeated. "Dude, they take in harmful carbon dioxide and emit oxygen. Humans breathe oxygen."
"Oh, right. Wait, this is oxygen we're breathing?" Zim looked surprised by this bit of information. "Huh."
Dib sighed. "Didn't you pay attention in science class for the last " He counted the number of years Zim has been here, "Five years?"
"Nope. I already knew all of it and I BSed the tests." Zim leaned down to examine a bee as it alighted on a flower, sucking out the nectar. A thin film of pollen coated its fat body.
"You know, because of a bee's ratio of wing surface area to body weight, they shouldn't even be able
Fights-HS FANFIC~~Fights-HS FANFIC4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Peasentblood, peasentblood, filthy peasentblood! Why would I stay with you? Your a cripple and a peasentblood! " Gamzee taunted, poking Tavros in the chest. "Your worthless! So worthless,your nothing,peasentblood!" Tavros bit back tears. "Please stop. G-Gamzee...plea-se...just c-calm down-"
"Shut up! Lowblood! Stupid cripple! I can't even freaking look at you." Tavros couldent hold it back any longer. A sob burst from his throat. " Are you freaking serious with me?!really, you idiot?!" Gamzee yelled. Tavros didnt look at him. He couldent.
Tavros went to Nepeta's. With tears in his eyes. Why did this happen? Gamzee.... He was drunk and high again. He promised he would quit,he promised! He was disappearing for days on end now. He had called Tavros,the boy he loved, a peasentblood. Sevral times. Yeah,he was lowblood,this was Gamzee,we were talking about.He didn't care about that.. Nepeta opened the door and let him in. They talked. They talked
Hold On When he found him, he was so cold. How could someone so warm turn so cold? How could the teen so full of life and energy do this? Why would he do something so horrible? Why? He was always so happy and excited. What would make him so. . .he couldn't even think anymore. Seeing Dib, seeing his love, lying there, looking as if he were dead. It tore Zim apart.Hold On8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He had to save him. It was either that or kill himself. He picked Dib up by the waist and carried him to his home base in his arms. As he walked, Dib nuzzled against the red fabric of Zim's T-shirt. That was good, at least he was still alive. All he had to do was give him some medicine and get him warm again and he should be fine. Yeah, perfectly back to normal.
They finally made it to the base after what felt like hours. "You'll be okay, Dib. Don't worry, I'll take care of you. Hold on." Zim whispered as he set Dib down on is couch. He sat under him and placed his head on his thighs. "Z
Regular Crack Chapter 6~6th crack pairing: Benson and Pops~Regular Crack Chapter 64 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was just past sunset. Benson was about to open his car door to go home.
Yay, another day of work tomorrow..
"Benson, my good man."
Benson turned around to face the voice.
"Oh, hey Pops. I'll see you tomorrow, okay-"
"But Benson!" He was grabbing his arm now. "Surely you don't have to leave so early. The night is so young and there is so much that can be done-"
"Pops," Benson said with a genuine smile. "I-I'd love to hang out and all but, I just don't-uh..."
Oh great, he's givin' me those puppy eyes again....
"Please Benson? Pleeeeease?" He was begging him now.
Benson rubbed his head with frustation. I gotta go home, I gotta go home..
"Okay, Pops, okay! I,....I have some spare time."
This is the 4th time this week I fell for that face. But really, who could say no? I bet even Skips couldn't..
Pops clapped with glee. "Oh, wonderful! C'mon," He said as he got in the car. "Tell the graceful stallions to carry us off into the sunset!~"
Benson smiled a