The Regular Show X Reader

Fries Night

Benson is in the home phone, calling Pam. "Listen, Benson, we need to talk." Pam said. "We are talking. Ooh, want to hear how many push-ups I did at training today?" Benson asked. "No. We need to really talk." Pam said. "Oh. Okay." Benson said, realizing this was getting serious. "This... this isn't working for me anymore." Pam said. "Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm." Benson said as he nods. "Benson, you're a great guy,

but I have no idea when you're coming back, or-or if you're coming back." Pam said. "Sure, sure." Benson said. "You know, statistically, the further away two mates are from each other, the less likely it is that their relationship will last. I've done the calculations, and our odds are only 1.35%." Pam said, as she starts tearing up. "Mm-hmm." Benson nods again. "I'm-I'm sorry, Benson. It's not you. It's just math. I think we should just be friends." Pam said. "I get it. I was sent millions of miles into space against my will. You're back on Earth." Benson said. "Are you sure you're okay?" Pam asked. "I totally understand. I am good." Benson said.

Later, Benson is sobbing while eating chicken wings. "Pam. Why?" Benson throws his hands in the air, then falls sideways and cries more, smiling sauce everywhere. "No-o-o-o." He sobs. The trio walk out of a door and start walking down the hallway. "Okay, okay, okay. My turn." Rigby said. "Shoot." (Y/n) said. "Would you rather have spaghetti for fingers or have spiders crawl out of your mouth every time you yawn?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) flinches. "Spiders?! Eh eh. I'd definitely go with having spaghetti for fingers." (Y/n) said. "Yeah, that's a good one. If I eat my spaghetti fingers, do they grow back?" Mordecai asked. "Yeah, but they're whole-wheat pasta." Rigby said. "Aw, sick dude." Mordecai said. "That's disgusting." (Y/n) said. "Well in that case, I got to go with-- Uh..." Mordecai said, and the trio stop when they see Benson crying and eating wings.

"Benson?!" (Y/n) asked in alarm. "Uh-oh." Mordecai said. The trio approach him. "Benson, are... are you okay?" (Y/n) asked softly. "No. Pam dumped me. I've been eating all these wings, but they're not making me feel any better." Benson said. "Hey, wait. Didn't you and Pam eat wings on your first date?" Rigby asked, and (Y/n) slaps him. "Ow!" Rigby said. Benson widens his pupils in realization. "Oh nooooooooo! That's why they're not working! They're just making me think about Pam!" Benson shouted. "Whoa, whoa. Forget about wings." Mordecai said, putting his hands out. "Yeah, these space wings are whack, anyways.

We know what'll make you feel better." Rigby said. "What?" Benson asked. "Um... Fr-rr-ri..." the duo said, and (Y/n) face palms. "Fries." They finished. "Fries?" Benson asked. "Crispy delicious fries. I'm talking curly." Mordecai said. "Wedge-cut." Rigby said. "Criss-cut." Mordecai said. "Crinkle-cut!" Rigby said. "Shoe-string!" Mordecai said. "Artisanal salt, yo!" Rigby said, and (Y/n) giggles. 'Idiots' she thought. "Yeah. Fries will fill the void in my soul." Benson said as he stands up, then runs off. "Whew. We really dodged a bullet on that one." Mordecai said, and (Y/n) groans. "Look guys, I think I should go with him." (Y/n) said. "Aw, come on (Y/n), he'll be fine." Rigby said. "Yeah, the fries will cheer him up." Mordecai said.

"I... I just want to make sure he's okay." (Y/n) said. The duo look at each other. "Well suit yourself." Rigby shrugs, and (Y/n) quickly runs after Benson. "Where can I find fries?" Benson asked. "Benson, wait!" His eyes widen as he turns to see (Y/n) running over. "(Y/n)? What're you doing?" Benson asked. "I... I'm coming with you." She said. "No thanks, (Y/n), but I kind of prefer to be alone right now." Benson said. "I know, I won't say much! I won't even say anything if you want! I just... you know, want to help." (Y/n) said, and Benson sighs. "Fine." He said. Benson then turns to the food truck. He grabs a space suit, and so does (Y/n), and the duo fly towards the truck. "Wedge-cut, criss-cut, crinkle-cut, wedge-cut, criss-cut, crinkle-cut, shoe-strings. Ha ha ha. I think I'm starting to feel better alread—" the duo suddenly get hit with a truck and everything goes black.

(Y/n)'s eyes flutter open slowly. "Oh, my gosh. It was a hit-and-run. That ice-cream-truck guy just took off. Are you both okay?" Roxy asked. "Huh? Where are we? Who are you?" Benson asked as he sees Roxy in surprise, (Y/n) also looks surprised to see her. "I'm Roxy, and you're in my fry truck." She replied. "Are you... you're a talking rock." (Y/n) said, wondering if she was going insane. Roxy chuckles a bit nervously. "Yup, sure am!" She said.