Hey guys. Just a heads up, the beginning of the good ending is gonna be fairly similar to the bad one. This is the home stretch everyone!

UPDATE 7/10/15: Yo. I felt as though this was a bit rushed, so I decided to extend it. I added some content taking place the day after Mordecai and Margaret spend the night in the motel and before we cut to 5 years later. Also don't expect anything from me for the rest of the summer, I'm going to work at a summer camp for 6 weeks and then I'm going on a 10 day road trip with my Dad to Key West FL.

Enjoy!

5 Days Later

9-2-15

It's kinda funny how people can kill one another despite having the best intentions. What my Dad and the others are doing.. they think it will "fix" me. But I'm convinced they don't care if I get "fixed" or not. I know my Dad wishes I was gone. I know my Aunt and Uncle blame my Mom for how I turned out; I overheard them say it. I'm sure my Grandparents want a do-over for their grandchild. They hate me.

The very people that praised and supported me in my childhood, the very people that took care of me and gave me fond childhood memories, they've betrayed me.

And it's all because Dad can't have a son "with a nonsensical fictitious disorder". He can't have a depressed son.

So he won't have a son.

Sure in a few day's I'll be leaving this place (did I ever mention that they never told where the hell this place exactly is?), and I'd resume normal life, but in all honesty, what will that fix? Nothing. My family has betrayed me. All I have is my mother, and my mother's side of the family either dropped out of contact with us or is dead. I don't want to lead a life where I can't trust 95% of my family. Even if I leave here and go back to my home with Margaret and the others at the park, it won't fill the whole my Dad and family has left.

I feel empty. I'm hollow.

I'm done.

...Margaret, if you see this, I'm sorry. I don't want to live like this anymore. I should have been a better boyfriend to you. You deserve so much better. I... I love you. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you that in person.

Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Betty and Uncle Tim... I have no words for you.

Rigby, my best friend... I'll miss you. I don't know what's on the other side for me... but it's got to be better than this. Look after Margaret if needed. She's a strong girl, so you probably won't need too... but if she needs someone, be there for her. This goes for Eileen too.

Benson, I don't really know what to tell you... You'll probably hire someone new within the week. I'm sorry I was never the best employee. Give my last paycheck to Rigby. Tell Muscle Man and Fives their jokes suck.

Skips, thanks for everything you've done for Rigby and I over the years. It means everything.

Thomas, you're cool dude. I'm sorry I never got the opportunity to get to know you better.

And Mom... oh God, Mom, I'm so sorry. I can't take this anymore, I just want to be at peace. You can rest easy knowing I'm finally in a better place where the likes of my father can't get me. It's better this way, I promise. Give Dad what's coming to him for what he did.

...as for you, Dad... If you ever see this... I just want you to know that this is your fault. I'm not just talking about this little "vacation", I'm talking about my whole life. I was a kid when I learned about my disorder. Ever since then, you made me feel like there was something wrong with me. You didn't even know I had it, but that didn't stop you from making me feel like a fucking freak. The blood is on your hands. You weren't willing to be there for me, and now you're going to suffer like I have. Let's see how "nonsensical" depression is once you've learned that you've killed your son. See you in hell, I'll be the first to greet you down there.

Don't worry about giving me a proper burial. The ocean should sweep my corpse away..

Goodbye...

EARLIER THAT NIGHT, AT MARGARET'S HOUSE... [3rd Person POV]

Margaret had been on edge all day. She felt it in her heart; she knew. She knew that something wasn't right. It was almost as if she could feel Mordecai slipping away. It made her uneasy.

But it couldn't possibly mean anything, right? This feeling could easily have been the result of Mexican food she had last night with her parents.

Nevertheless, she knew very well that sheer intuition could go very far, and that the unnatural isn't always uncommon. Her friendship with Mordecai and Rigby taught her that. She decided to consult Skips about it. Margaret didn't know Skips incredibly well, but she knew him enough to have a conversation with him without it seeming odd. She and Skips had talked on multiple occasions during parties and such. She knew that Skips was big on things... unnatural.

She drove over to Skips' house. It was raining like a bitch outside. She ran to his door, having forgotten an umbrella. Skips opened the door to see Margaret standing in the rain.

"Margaret? What brings you here?" he asked in his signature raspy voice.

"Skips, you know a lot about the supernatural and stuff like that, right?" she asked.

"Guess you could say that. Come in, you'll catch a cold." he said, ushering her inside.

Skips gave her a towel to dry herself with.

"So you wanna know about Mordecai, right?" he said, sitting cross-legged next to her.

"Yeah, how'd you know?" she asked.

"I know everything. Also I can see it in your eyes, and your body language. You're worried about him." he said.

"Damn right I am," Margaret began. "I feel like he's slipping away. I feel like I can sense him... losing hope. I think he's gonna-"

"Kill himself." said Skips, finishing her sentence.

"Yeah.."

"Hmm.." Skips went as he stood up and pondered. He skipped over to the shelf and grabbed some incense. He spoke as he lit it.

"Margaret, that's good news you can sense that. You know what this means?" he inquired.

"What?"

"You and Mordecai have an incredibly deep connection with one another."

"You mean like... soul mates?" asked Margaret, blushing.

"Possibly. It doesn't always indicate soul mates, but I've seen it lead to that before. It is definitely possible though. In your case, even probable. But that's not what you came here for, isn't it?"

"No, it's not.." said Margaret, realizing they had gotten off topic. "Mordecai's mother gave me the address of the house Mordecai is staying at with his family, so I could research the area. She told me it may not be a good idea to drive down there, but..."

"Do it." said Skips.

"Huh?" asked Margaret.

"Margaret, I'm not gonna stand here and waste your time with some hocus-pocus thought provoking speech. The fact of the matter is you have a deep connection with Mordecai, that connection allows you to pick up on one another's feelings. You sense Mordecai is gonna die by his own hand, right?" asked Skips.

"Yes, I do."

"Go stop him, then. Simple as that." said Skips.

"What if my intuition is wrong?"

"Yeah? And what if it's right?" shot back Skips. Margaret wasn't exactly crazy about taking those odds.

"The house is almost a two hour drive away.." Margaret said staring at the floor.

"Better get on the road then. Margaret, when it comes to someone you have this deep a connection with, you can't take risks. Go to him." said Skips.

"You're right, Skips! I will!" exclaimed Margaret. She thanked Skips and ran out the door. She looked at the time.

It was about 10 o'clock at night.

Approximately Two Hours Later... [3rd Person POV]

Margaret arrived at the house. Due to traffic, she arrived a little later than she had hoped; but she knew that sneaking Mordecai away from the house at night would have been better than doing so during the day. Margaret got out of the car and took a look at the place. It looked old and big. The moonlight shown brightly on the house's old features.

Margaret walked up the front porch steps and stopped at the door. She expected it to be locked, but to her surprise it was open (a mistake on behalf of Mordecai's Grandpa). It was obvious the house was far too old to have been equipped with an alarm system. She walked in, silent as air.

Shit, how am I gonna find Mordecai's room? she thought to herself. She was quickly pondering when something in her head clicked. Her intuition would lead her to Mordecai!

She shut her eyes, and focused on Mordecai in her head. She began to envision the house. She saw the stairs, and then the upstairs hallway. Her envisionment traveled down the hall all the way to the end. It was Mordecai's room.

Margaret opened her eyes and saw the staircase to her left.

Bingo! she thought.

She treaded lightly as she paced up the stairs and down the hall. She entered Mordecai's room.

"Mordecai? Mordecai? It's me.." she whispered as she shut the door behind her. She switched on a lamp. No one.

She then spotted the camera on Mordecai's bed, and noticed the note that said "play me". What on Earth could this be?

That's when she saw it. She peered out the window looking towards the beach and found Mordecai walking out towards the beach. Was that...

...a gun in his hand?

Margaret pieced it together. The camera.. it was a suicide note. Mordecai was on his way to shoot himself!

She put Mordecai's camera back on his bed and shut off the lamp. Margaret quickly and quietly raced through the hall, down the stairs, and out the back door.

Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, don't be dead, Mordecai! Please don't be dead!

She was terrified of being too late. As soon as she exited the back door she burst into a sprint. She followed Mordecai's footprints in the sand. She decided not to alert him of her presence, thinking it'd somehow motivate him to get the job over with sooner.

She saw his figure. She was 50 feet away.

40 feet.

30 feet.

20 feet..

As Mordecai lifted the gun to his head, time seemed to move infinitely slower. Margaret realized her nightmare from before was coming true, right before her eyes. She now realized that it wasn't just a nightmare..

..It was a warning.

15 feet..

10 feet...

Margaret picked up her speed.

5..

4..

3..

2..

1...

BAM.

The shot narrowly missed Mordecai as Margaret tackled him to the ground, causing his arm to move in a different direction. The bullet had been shot in the direction of the water. The gun had been thrown a few feet away. It took a moment for Mordecai to process what happened. He got up and spotted Margaret.

"M-Margaret? What are you doing here?" he asked as Margaret got up from the sand. There were tears in her eyes and she was panting heavily.

She stepped up to Mordecai, and slapped him as hard as she could.

"Ow! What was that f-" Mordecai was cut off as Margaret pulled him into an intense kiss. After a solid minute, she broke away and spoke.

"Don't you ever, ever, EVER, try to kill yourself again!" she exclaimed through hot tears. Mordecai was speechless. "My intuition, not to mention Skips told me to come here and take you home! And that's exactly what I intend on doing! Now come on, you're getting your stuff and we're leaving this awful place!" exclaimed Margaret as she grabbed Mordecai's arm and tried to drag him away.

"Margaret!" exclaimed Mordecai as he shook away from Margaret's tight hold. Margaret turned to look at him. "I don't want too" said Mordecai, plainly.

"What? What the hell do you mean?" asked Margaret.

"There's no point. I leave here, and then what? My family still hates me, I'm still a fucking failure with a shit job, I'm still going nowhere, and I'm still a disgrace to all the people that are supposed to support me above all else! They all want me fucking dead anyway!" exclaimed Mordecai. Margaret was dumbfounded, she had had enough.

"Your family? Your FAMILY? Look around you Mordecai! Look at what you're doing! Look at yourself! I don't know what has went on here in the past week and a half but look where it led you! You just tried to shoot yourself! Your "family" put you down, humiliated you and obviously drove you to this! You said they wanted you dead! Isn't it fucking clear, Mordecai?" Margaret exploded.

"Isn't what clear?" Mordecai said.

"Those people are not your family! Those people are mentalist, cruel, ignorant, morons! Your real family is everyone at that damn park! Rigby! Benson! Skips! Eileen! Your mother, you loves you and misses you and worries for you just as much as I fucking do! Even Muscle Man, Fives, and Thomas! We have always been and always will be there for you! We support you! We care about you! We want you to be safe! Not these assholes! It doesn't matter what they think or what they want!" Margaret spat.

Mordecai was taken aback by all of this. His eyes were opened. His friends and family back in Twin Peaks were his real family. Not his Uncle and Aunt, not his Grandparents, and certainly not his Father. He didn't need to answer to the likes of them. In fact, he felt like he didn't need them in his life at all. He looked back at Margaret. She looked tired and teary eyed. She had driven all the way here to save him from this hell hole. If she was just a measly second late, Mordecai would be dead. He looked up at his girlfriend with sympathetic eyes.

"Margaret, I-" Mordecai was cut off by a voice.

"Mordecai, where are you!? Why aren't you in bed!" shouted an angry voice from the house. It was his Dad and Uncle; Uncle Tim had a baseball bat with him.

"Oh shit!" said Mordecai under his breath.

"We need to hide!" exclaimed Margaret. She grabbed the gun, thinking it would come in handy, as they hid behind a sand dune.

"A couple of people are being very loud out here! You can't hide forever!" shouted Mordecai's Dad.

"What do we do?" whispered Mordecai.

"How many rounds does this gun have in it?" asked Margaret.

"It's my Grandpa's. He usually has it fully loaded." replied Mordecai.

"Would you be mad if I non-fatally shot your Dad and Uncle in the foot?" asked Margaret. Mordecai thought about it for a brief second.

"They'd probably press charges for that. Any other ideas?" asked Mordecai. Margaret looked around, and saw that they were about 100 feet from Mordecai's Dad and Uncle; still unnoticed.

"Yes, actually. Follow my lead." said Margaret as she shot the gun into the night sky.

"What the hell was that?" exclaimed Uncle Tim.

"Dear God, it sounded like a gunshot! You don't think he..?" said Mordecai's Dad as they began running in the direction of the gunshot.

Mordecai and Margaret kept their heads low as they made there way over to the property. Before they entered the house, Margaret stopped.

"Hold on a sec.." Margaret said as she fired the remaining shots to get the attention of Mordecai's Dad and Uncle. They looked over and found Mordecai and Margaret waving.

"Yoo-hoo, boys! Mordecai really enjoyed his stay, but he'll be leaving now!" shouted Margaret as they started running back towards the house. Margaret dropped the gun on the ground, having spent all the shots.

Mordecai moved quickly as he sprinted upstairs and hastily gathered all of his belongings into his bags. They ran out to Margaret's car together. Margaret started the car and put the pedal to the metal as the two furious elders made their way to the front of the house.

Once they were a safe distance away, Margaret spoke.

"So what were you gonna say? Before your Dad and Uncle showed up?" she asked.

"I was gonna say that you made me realize. The people at the park, my friends, my mother.. that's my real family. I was too far gone to see that, I was too... broken, at the hands of my biological family, to see that. Family isn't necessarily the people who you're biologically related too. It's whoever cares about you, whoever wants the best for you, the people who truly know you inside and out. And it's the people who you find yourself in love with." Mordecai said as he put his hand on Margaret's shoulder.

"Margaret, I'm sorry I haven't been the most attentive boyfriend lately. I haven't treated you well enough. I haven't shown you how much I appreciate you. And I'm sorry for that. I love you." he finally said.

Margaret pulled the car over to the side of the road when she heard that.

"Mordecai, you have depression. You couldn't help that if you tried. I love you too, and I will always be here." Margaret said, sweetly. Mordecai smiled.

"Well, I'm still gonna try. You'll see, when we get home I'm start treating you like a queen. And now that I know who my real family is, I think I can start the road to recovery."

"Speaking of getting home," began Margaret. "Let's get a motel room tonight. It's late and I'm too tired to keep driving." she said. They drove a few miles up the road and stopped at a cheap motel to spend the night. The two walked into their room and plopped down on one of the beds together. Mordecai exhaled deeply, he was so happy to finally be out of that house. Margaret rolled over and snuggled up to him. She looked at him with her big, sad, brown eyes.

"Please never try to do that to yourself again.." she said, almost whimpering. Mordecai remembered what he had tried to do an hour ago.

"I'm sorry, Margaret. I promise that from now on, I'm here to stay. Always."

"Good.." said Margaret, content with his answer.

"So... now what?" asked Mordecai in a playful, almost flirtatious tone. Margaret snickered at this.

"Mordecai, please, we'll save that for tomorrow night. I'm too tired." replied Margaret.

"Meh, fair enough." said Mordecai. He turned off the light and they drifted off to sleep, locked in each other's arms.

The Next Day, at Mrs. Quintel's House..

"...you drove down there? When I specifically told you not too? Why?" asked Jeanne, disappointed in Margaret's actions. Margaret had just shown up at her door with Mordecai.

"Wait, Mom," Mordecai began, "She saved my life! Let her explain!" This caught Jeanne's attention.

"Saved your life?"

"Yes. Call it intuition, but I felt that Mordecai was slipping away, so I went to Skips for advice. He told me that I should act on what I was feeling. And sure enough, when I got to the house, Mordecai was on his way to shoot himself, and I tackled him at the very last second. Had I been a second later and Mordecai would be.." Margaret trailed off. Jeanne was wide-eyed. She turned to Mordecai.

"You.. honey... you tried to kill yourself?" she said, with tears in her eyes. Mordecai looked at the floor.

"Dad and the others were using the two weeks to make me do all these insane chores to try and "whip me into shape", thinking it'd somehow make me think I didn't have depression or whatever. They verbally abused me; physically at times, too. I lost hope in myself. I felt like a disgrace, a disappointment, like the world was coming down on me again. It seemed like they all wanted me dead, and for a brief moment I lost the will to live... but then Margaret showed up at the last second. And she showed me who my real family was."

"Your real family?" asked Jeanne.

"Yes- you, my friends at the park, and Margaret.." said Mordecai as she took Margaret's hand. "..Not my shitty Dad and my other ignorant relatives."

Jeanne hugged Mordecai tightly. "Oh, I'm just happy my special guy is alive and well! And you're right! Your family is the people who truly accept and support you till the very end!" she said as she turned to Margaret and gave her an equally as tight hug. "And Margaret! How can I ever repay you for saving my baby boy?"

"Mordecai being alive is all the reward I need." Margaret said. Mordecai blushed at this.

"Let's all go out to a fancy restaurant tonight! My treat!" exclaimed Jeanne.

That Night, at Mordecai and Margaret's house..

Mordecai and Margaret trudged through the door of their modest home. Mordecai's mother had taken them out to a new Italian restaurant that opened up by the mall. The food was outrageous. It was a fancy place, so they had to dress formal. The two headed up to the bedroom.

"Man, I've never had eggplant parmesan that good before." said Mordecai as he undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt.

"Yeah, everything was delicious! Feel sorry for your Mom though, the bill was pretty steep." said Margaret as she tugged off her dress and fished through her drawer for her pajama pants.

"My mother doesn't mind splurging every now and then." said Mordecai as he plopped down on the bed. Margaret slid on her pajama pants and laid down next to him.

"Soo.." Margaret said as she rolled on top of Mordecai, "you still wanna have some fun..?" she said flirtatiously as she ran her finger down Mordecai's chest. Mordecai smirked back at her.

The lights shut off.

5 Years Later

5 years down the road, and much has changed. Mordecai resurrected his artistic side and became a cartoonist/storyboard artist working for a west coast branch of Cartoon Network. Margaret was a news anchor on a major west coast news network. However, work wasn't the only big change.

Mordecai and Margaret were two years married, with a one year old daughter named Kennedy Amethyst Quintel, who had beautiful light violet feathers. The new jobs required the couple to relocate to San Francisco. However, since they didn't want Kennedy growing up in a large urban area, they moved to Walnut Creek; a quaint and pretty town located 30 minutes east of the city. They had bought a medium-sized house, perfect for a family of three.

Rigby and the others still worked at the park, while Eileen owned and operated a Sea Turtle refuge and exploratory in Twin Peaks. The distance didn't stop Mordecai and Margaret from visiting whenever they could.

The wedding was a tad awkward; Margaret's whole family was there, while only Mordecai's Mom and Park Family attended. This was on purpose, though. Mordecai had dropped out of contact with his Dad and his father's side of the family. Jeanne ultimately decided to divorce her husband for nearly driving Mordecai to suicide. The wedding was happier that way. Obviously, it was held at none other than good 'ol Maellard Park.

One of the perks of Mordecai's job was that he was able to send in his art and drawings in from home so he could take care of Kennedy; he had too considering Margaret was a news anchor and wasn't home for most of the day.

Mordecai was in his studio, doodling out the scenes of a show he'd been helping to develop when he heard crying from the other room.

"Ugh, why won't that girl just take a nap?" he said to himself.

He entered the nursery and approached Kennedy's crib, where she was throwing another fit. Mordecai picked her up.

"Hey, what's wrong sweetie?" he asked. Kennedy's wail had simmered down to a whimper. He knew she wasn't hungry, and she didn't need a change because he didn't smell anything. He looked over at the clock and noticed nap time was technically over anyway. Mordecai thought for a moment.

"Wanna watch Daddy draw?" he said. Kennedy smiled at this as she grabbed Mordecai's finger. "I'll take that as a yes." He took her into his studio, and sat her down in his lap and held her with one hand. He grabbed a pencil with his free hand and pulled out a clean sheet of paper. He decided to start by drawing her favorite cartoon character; Barnie. Personally, Mordecai couldn't stand the damn dinosaur or his show. But he knew the show was targeted at little kids, his daughter no exception. He drew a pretty accurate depiction of Barnie the Dinosaur, to which Kennedy found joy in.

"Bawnee!" she said pointing her little finger at the doodle. She continued to coo in happiness as Mordecai continued doodling the other characters from Barnie's show.

It was small moments like this, having his baby daughter laugh at his drawings, that made him so damn grateful that he didn't succeed in taking his life that night by the shore in Port Watsonvile.

And now, he wouldn't give up his life for anything in the universe.

That's all, folks!

I hope you all enjoyed reading this as I did writing it! It wasn't quite as long as the bad ending, but it was still about 4000 words long. I wanna give a shoutout to TheForgottenSoldier one final time for helping me plan out almost the whole second half of the fic.

Thanks to all the kind reviews, I appreciate it very much.

On a final, more serious note, I just wanna say this- Suicide is 100% preventable. If you are ever struggling, or feeling troubled, or hopeless, or whatever, talk to someone you can confide in. Help others in there struggles as others help you in yours.

Peace