The Regular Show Thomas X Reader

Terror Tales of the Park III

Two kids from High Score are egging Skips's house and laughing, until the glare of Benson's cart's headlights alarm them. Benson then steps out of his cart. "Private property boys, hit the road." Benson said. "Is that... Are you a cop?" One of the kids asked. "I'm not a cop, I'm your worst nightmare." The kids throw eggs at Benson, but he dodges them. "Hey! Hey, stop it!" Benson shouted. "Nice costume, loser!" The kids both laugh, pick up their bags and run away. Then Benson goes back to his cart and starts chasing them. In Pops' house, a Halloween party is going on. The various parts of the house are filled with guests doing various activities; one man is sliding down the banister of the stairs. "Happy Hallow-" he falls off the banister. Thomas is telling a story to the other park workers, except for Pops and Benson. "But the maniac was calling from outside the house! Wait, is that right? I mean, I mean, inside the house!" The other park workers groan at the story and throw their soda cans at him, and Y/N face palms. "Are you serious with that one, Thomas?" She asked, and he laughs. "Why, you didn't like it?" He asked.

"That one's been done a million times." Y/N said. "Bad Thomas, bad! Seriously, that made my ears sad, bro." Muscle Man said. "There's no way you're winning the bet." Y/N said, and Thomas smirks. "Oh yeah? You think you got a shot?" He asked. "Well I'm pretty sure I could come up with a better scary story then you did." Y/N said. "Bet?" Pops asked as he walks over. "Yeah, Pops, whoever tells the scariest story wins the pot; our Halloween candy!" Y/N said, and she shows a pile of candy on the coffee table. "Ooh!" Pops said. "And whoever tells the worst story, probably Thomas, has to wear their costume until Thanksgiving." Rigby said, and Y/N bursts into laughter, and Thomas glares at her a little. "Oh ho ho ho! What a humdinger of a bet!" Pops said. "Your turn, Rigby. Candy up!" Mordecai said. "Hmph. Hmph." Rigby pours his candy on the pile. "Okay. We open on Mordecai eating cereal.

Killer Bed (as told by Rigby)

Mordecai is eating cereal when Rigby walks in with a box. "Aww, yeah!" Rigby said. "What is that?" Mordecai asked. "Today I am a man, Mordecai! My trampoline days are over! I ordered a real bed with pillow covers and everything!" Rigby said. "What the- How did you afford it?" Mordecai asked. "I've been saving up all year! Every time I found a penny, instead of hucking it into traffic, I put into a jar." Rigby said. "Those things are impossible to put together, dude." Mordecai said. "Whatever, I'm a man now, and men build things. Besides, it comes with tools." Rigby said. "Pfft. Good luck." Mordecai said. "I don't need luck, cause it's gonna be easy." Rigby opens the box, and paper and debris come out. Rigby unfolds the paper and reads it. "Hmmm, hmmm. So easy."

(1 hour later)

"Done!" The bed falls into pieces.

(4 hours later)

Rigby is hammering his bed

(8 hours later)

"Done! Thanks for your help, Skips." Rigby said. "Yeah, don't mention it." Skips leaves the room. "All right. Time to try this baby out!" Rigby jumps onto the bed. "Oh, yeah." Rigby turns the TV on. "Have you purchased a bed recently?" A news reporter asked. "Yes" Rigby said. "It may have been a fatal mistake. During a shootout with police, dangerous murderer Johnny Allenwrench, identifiable by his gold tooth, fell into a UMAK machine and was manufactured into a bed.

Due to a clerical error, it was shipped out to stores. The company has issued a recall on all 'Killurgen' beds." The reporter said. "I feel bad for the losers who got that one." The reporter said. "I'm one of those losers!" Rigby panicked. "And so, people with beds are at threat level: beds." Somebody gives the reporter a piece of paper. "This just in, police forensic experts have tracked the specific bed with the murderer in it. If your bed has the following SKU, you are sleeping on a killer. The camera zooms onto the bed SKU, scrolling as the reporter reads out the number.