RIGBY
This is what he gets for being nice.
If he'd turned around and left the girl to sit in the stream, hurt and yelping and providing other such nuisances to the forest around her, maybe this wouldn't have happened. But no, he had to be good, just this once. For character development's sake, this did seem to be a very strong message from the universe to continue down his path of chaos, as being kind get's you dropped in sludge.
Rigby at least, fell right in the muck. He felt the sticky sensation before he could see it, eyes still readjusting after the bright light. Luckily he was only at the edge, and with some instinctive scrambling he pulled himself free. On solid ground he finally got a chance to breathe. He almost wished he hadn't, the air was putrid and sulfuric.
He coughed a bit, then wiped his hands along his thighs, slopping off some of the tar (though really he just transferred it to his hands and wrists). His feet were still bare, somewhere back in the Oerwoud, his shoes were being fondled by those fucking vines.
Unable to feel angry with his ironically shitty luck, he simply flopped onto his back and stared up at the grey skies above, and groaned. Maeve was completely ignored.
If he'd turned around and left the girl to sit in the stream, hurt and yelping and providing other such nuisances to the forest around her, maybe this wouldn't have happened. But no, he had to be good, just this once. For character development's sake, this did seem to be a very strong message from the universe to continue down his path of chaos, as being kind get's you dropped in sludge.
Rigby at least, fell right in the muck. He felt the sticky sensation before he could see it, eyes still readjusting after the bright light. Luckily he was only at the edge, and with some instinctive scrambling he pulled himself free. On solid ground he finally got a chance to breathe. He almost wished he hadn't, the air was putrid and sulfuric.
He coughed a bit, then wiped his hands along his thighs, slopping off some of the tar (though really he just transferred it to his hands and wrists). His feet were still bare, somewhere back in the Oerwoud, his shoes were being fondled by those fucking vines.
Unable to feel angry with his ironically shitty luck, he simply flopped onto his back and stared up at the grey skies above, and groaned. Maeve was completely ignored.
when i grow up i wanna be
nothing at all
nothing at all
