1st Gumball - Phone/Action

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[As much weird crap as he had put up with in his life, especially recently, winding up in bed in a house he'd never been in with a woman he didn't know was kind of a new one on Benson. New enough, in fact, that he practically fell out of his bed and scrambled to the other side of the room on his butt, just looking around in wonder and horror at the room he'd found himself in. He guesses there were worse places he could be but...no, you know what? Kidnapping is kidnapping and he's not really in the mood for any of it right now.

He takes some time to explore the house, looking in shocked horror at the pictures of him with a family he's never known, as a human for God's sake, and-

That's when he first notices it. He lifts his hand, looking it over as it's turned a softy, fleshy pink, and feels a shiver run down his spine.

That tears it. That's the moment he runs to the nearest telephone in the house, and does what he does best.]

[Phone]

[Good morning Mayfield. Enjoy the pleasant voice of one of the angriest men in the world blaring across the telephone.]

MORDECAI! RIGBY! WHAT DID YOU DO?

I have no clue what you did or how but whatever it is, heh, you better change it back! And you better change it back and fix it soon, or you're BOTH FIRED!

[Action; Around Town]

[There's a very angry, lanky man walking around town, hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he's wearing, back hunched up like an angry cat ready to leap at and maul the first thing it finds. He grumbles unpleasantly, occasionally stopping to angrily kick at one of the garbage cans in front of him before continuing on his way.

He's sticking to Ricardo Street for the most part, but feel free to find him anywhere.]

Comments

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

[ Awww yeah, someone who knows him. That'll draw in a Pops like. Some sort of thing that attracts other things. Waving! ]

Yes, hello!

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Just a small groan as one of his hands slides over his face. Of course Pops wouldn't recognize him, and at the same time? Of course Pops would just be that cheery to a complete stranger, no matter what.]

It's me, Pops. Benson.

Do you know what's going on here?

[Although he isn't holding his breath for an answer.]

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

[ GASP. ]

Benson, my good man, you've finally arrived! Good show! Oh, jolly good show! [ He is so excited right now it's ridiculous and he just wants to hug this non-gumball Benson. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Well, Benson takes the hug, although somewhat uncomfortably since that's just how Benson rolls.]

Pops, really, what are you doing here all alone? You should at least have someone with you, you know that!

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

I was just on my way home, but I suppose you're right... [ Benson is always so sensible, how does he do it. ] May Field is still being very pleasant today, so it! We've even fallen under our very own snowstorm, you know.

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

I can see that, Pops.

Where's your house? I'll make sure you get there alright.

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

[ Pat-pat. Oh what a true friend. ]

Let's see, I live at... [ Thinking pause. A few steps thisaways, a couple thataways. He'll have plenty of time to get to know street names, for now landmarks are his best bets. ] Ah- it's this way, of course!

[ He's 80% certain of it. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Benson stifles a groan. Of course, It was stupid of him to expect Pops actually knew where he was going, considering he was unsupervised.]

Alright. Then...let's go that way.

And...you've been alright living alone?

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

I haven't been alone at all; Taiwan and Nadeko are staying with me. And I still see Mordecai and Rigby very often! [ He shrugs and loses a minimal amount of cheer. Silly strange Mayfield setup. ] It's not quite as interesting as having them as employees, but I suppose that can't be helped.

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

...And Taiwan and Nadeko are...?

[Dammit Pops, it's important to know who you're hanging out with.]

Heh. Less interesting is one way to put it. Has to be more quiet, at least.

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

They're the young ladies who live with me! I think you'll like them, they're very nice. Taiwan even let me help her decorate for the holidays! [ so fun. SO FUN.

... It is so much more quiet without those two, it's crazy. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Benson breathes a sigh of relief. Okay. Alright. This could be good. Whoever he's shacked up with? Could work. At least he's not saddled with the crazy, mindless people Benson has found himself forced with. There's no way Pops could hope to really take care of a household, at least by himself. So at least he's with someone who can help him.]

...Alright. Good. I'll come and see you guys every once in awhile, okay?



Mordecai and Rigby have been okay?

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

Yes, I insist! [ It's. It's just really nice to have Benson around again. Knowing what to do is so much easier when you have someone who knows what you're supposed to do. ] And Mordecai and Rigby are doing well, I think!

[ A little bit of a contemplative silence and expression. Quick peek down this street while he's at it and nope, no familiar snowmen markers on it. ] May Field can be very frightening, but they're quite the example of good sports.

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Well. That isn't good to hear, and for a moment Benson can feel the breathing stopping in his throat. Goddammit. Please tell him Pops has been alright.]

...Frightening how?

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

[ Lengthier on the silence this time around. He has no idea how one is supposed to properly explain the events of bombfield.

Hnnn. One of those vague sort of Pops noises while he thinks, for want of a thing to say. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Yeah. Benson is just stopping in his tracks now, a feeling of dread growing in the pit of his stomach.]

Pops.....

What happened?

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

I'm not quite certain. One morning, we awoke to find that everything was... different. And not in a pleasant way. I didn't care for it at all! [ Arms crossing. This much he knows is accurate at least. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Okay. Okay. Something scared Pops. That doesn't mean he got hurt. Benson can work with that.]

Well...it all went back though, right?

So it's okay. You're going to be fine, Pops. I'll take care of you if it happens again.

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

I suppose everything has turned out all right... [ Ever easy to handle, Pops.

But really, if he can't trust Benson, who can he trust? ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

...Okay. Good.

[He's not sure if he fully believes that. He knows when you're upset Pops, even sometimes when you try and hide it.

He swears, if Mordecai and Rigby just fucked up that badly....]

So. You wanna...show me around your house?

[Maybe that'll help cheer Pops up. When they actually find the house.]

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

[ Definitely perking up. ] Oh yes, absolutely! It's not quite the same as home, but I think it's very pleasant! [ Don't even worry, Benson, he's got this

ooh, look at all those snowmen. This is clearly an excellent street to turn down. ]

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

...Pleasant. Right.

[Benson would go more with "creepy", but that's just him. He looks around for a minute, frowning.]

...Pops. Have we been down this street before?

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

Hm? [ Looking more closely. ]

You know, I'm not sure! They all look so alike.

[grumpygumballs.livejournal.com]

[Just groaning and facepalming at that.]

Look. Let's go back to my house and then we can call your house to find out where to take you.

[wecanallbeturds.livejournal.com]

Oh, where is your house? [ Maybe it's close to his and he can go see Benson all the time. Pops gusta. ]