Regular Falls: A Regular Show and Gravity Falls Crossover

Prologue

                    It had started out as a normal day at the park. Benson had given them their assignments for the day, and Rigby had hated it, as usual. 

          As he and Mordecai raked the leaves that had fallen, Rigby had complained to Mordecai, knowing that he shared the sentiment.

                                       "How many times do we have to rake these stupid leaves? Haven't we saved the park enough times to qualify us for better jobs then this?" Rigby ranted. Mordecai nodded in agreement, as Rigby wasn't being overdramatic. They'd saved the park and their friends/Coworkers from multiple threats at this point. Sure, it was their fault some of the time, but didn't it count for something  that they always managed to keep everyone safe and okay?

                             Well...that wasn't completely true. Mordecai still felt extremely guilty when he remembered the time Rigby had died because of him. It had hit him hard, and he considered himself lucky that Rigby didn't  remember any of that days events. Thanks to Father Time, Mordecai had been sent back to the morning of that day, and had thus prevented the events that had led to that. 

                Still, it had been a hard-hitting lesson. It had been just as bad when because of them and their need to prove Benson wrong, they had inadvertently caused a blizzard which had ended up in Skips breaking his leg and Rigby dying once more due to a resulting snow monster.

                                                              Ever since those events, Mordecai had decided to try and act more responsibly, as all he had gotten out of his and Rigby's shared adventures was the fact that their immaturity and recklessness caused major problems every time.

                                       Knowing he couldn't say any of that to Rigby though, Mordecai settled for a more middle of the road response, hoping it would satisfy his hotheaded friend.

              "I know, dude, but Benson is our boss. Unless we wanna get fired, we gotta listen to him." Mordecai shrugged, not adding the fact that most of the saving of the park had been necessary because of stuff they'd done in the first place. 

                                                                              "You're right, I know you are....it's just that I get so tired of Benson always underestimating us. It feels like all he sees is what we do wrong, when there is a lot that we do right as well." Rigby sighed.

                                   Mordecai looked at his friend, suddenly concerned. Rigby was never usually that concerned about what other people thought. He was never the type to overachieve or aim for anything better, especially if he had to work harder for it. He wondered why this was suddenly bothering Rigby.

                                                               "You know...we're almost done, and we haven't taken a break yet. Wanna get everyone and go for a ride on the cart?" Mordecai asked, setting down the rake he'd been holding. Rigby looked surprised for a second, but then smiled and nodded.

             "Sounds good. Thanks, Mordecai." Rigby said gratefully. He'd been feeling really tired, but hadn't wanted to speak up about it because he knew that it would be seen as the lazy thing to do. Ever since he'd gotten with Eileen, Rigby had changed, but he knew that the others still saw him as a lazy and irresponsible person, and it stung. He hated that it bothered him now, but it did, and now Rigby was desperate to change it.

                                  "Everyone, I think Rigby needs some company. You guys down for a ride in the cart?" Mordecai asked over his radio, looking concerned at his friend. He noticed the even bigger than usual bags under Rigby's eyes, and felt bad for not noticing it before. He resolved to make sure that Rigby was okay.

            "Sure. Anything for my bros." Muscle Man replied quickly.

                                         "Is he okay?" Skips asked, his gruff voice sounding worried. He'd obviously caught Mordecai's meaning.

                           "Yeah but he looks even more tired than usual, and he was being weirdly deep and introspective earlier. I don't know whats going on, but Rigby doesn't like to talk about stuff. We may have a better chance if we're all there, and he's on a golf cart with no chance to escape the situation." Mordecai whispered.

               "I'm in." Fives told them.

                                                       "Just so you all know, I can hear what you're saying, and this isn't happening without me there." Benson said. 

                                       This surprised Mordecai, and he wondered if it was a trick of the radio, or if he had actually detected concern in Bensons voice. Either way, Mordecai now had the all-clear. He turned to Rigby.

                                                                        "What did they say?" Rigby asked.

                                   "We got the all-clear. We do have to pick them up though." Mordecai realized.

       "Sweet! Let's go!" Rigby perked up, and suddenly seemed a bit more energized. Mordecai smiled, and he jumped in the drivers seat. Rigby quickly got the front seat right next to him, and they sped off as they had so many times before. They got everyone else, and then just went for a nice ride around the park.

                          They were going up a hill when suddenly, a portal appeared ahead on the path. Everyone's eyes widened. Mordecai was fascinated, though. He willed his body to move or do something, but it was like he was in a trance.

                                                         "MORDECAI TURN AROUND!" Bensons shrill voice sounded.

                 "MORDECAI!" Rigby took the wheel and tried to move the cart and dodge the portal, but it was too late. They went through, and found themselves falling. Mordecai felt horribly guilty as they fell, and everything and everyone hit the ground.