In the early hours of a typical Tuesday morning, 2D lay in bed with a brown hat resting lazily across his face. A cigarette hung loosely from his thin fingers and damaged eyes tried in vain to focus on several particles of dust that were trapped between his nose and the brown material.

Nobody else in Kong studios was awake, which was typical really, considering Noodle and Russel always seemed to be fully alert hours before himself.

As the azure haired singer searched his thoughts for something to fall back asleep with, a memory threw itself at him with a great deal of force.

"Don't get smart with me, Sunbeam. I was up for this approach of placing us over a backdrop of the city at night."

Murdoc? Where had this come from? Very strange and random, indeed.

"Something about it said, 'Sexy, edgy, dangerous'. If you google my name, those are the first three words you'll see."

…what? Oh! Of course! Back when they were writing Rise of the Ogre. 2D had daydreamed for a good hour, perhaps longer, about what actually would be found if he did type the bass player's name into a search engine.

A grin slowly spread across 2D's face and the hat tumbled to the ground as he stood and walked over to his computer.

He'd never actually done the deed. Searching for Murdoc online… this could be entertaining - might possibly find some nude pictures to use as blackmail, if nothing else. Actually, Murdoc would probably be proud of anything like that.

"Gross." 2D grumbled, shaking his head free of the thoughts of naked Murdoc.

The computer was switched on, as always. It needed to be for the website. 2D had actually been fairly annoyed when the child support agency phoned one day, claiming that their inbox had been spammed by e-mails from his account, trying to convince them that he wasn't actually a father to any child.

Thinking back, it made him chuckle. Fans… can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em.

As Google popped up in the browser, he sank down onto the floor and crossed his legs. A long drag was taken from the cigarette before 2D stubbed it out on a CD case and tucked it behind his ear.

'Murdoc' he typed into the search bar and clicked search. Almost instantly, a list of websites was displayed. 2D scanned the first and raised his eyebrows. No where did it even mention 'sexy', 'edgy' or 'dangerous'. It had references to Hannah Montana – whoever that is, but that was about all. After a minute or so, it clicked in 2D's mind that this wasn't even the same Murdoc, so he tried again.

'Murdoc Niccals' he tried, typing with skilled fingers.

"Murdoc isn't fictional." He sighed, scanning the preview intently.

The first website was Wikipedia, obviously just providing an explanation of who the guy was. 2D could only wish that Murdoc remained the object of imagination. The memories of bruises and dislocated jaws, however, reminded him that he was very much real. If Murdoc was fictional, then he was fictional. That was just… no.

OK, so those words were mentioned nowhere amongst the first, but 2D decided to be slightly lenient. As he scanned through the page, many other things stood out:

"ego-driven mastermind", "Possibly the most evil man to ever come from Stoke-on-Trent", "foul-smelling"… all true.

2D was smiling softly to himself, realizing that, as always, Murdoc was just lying through his teeth.

He clicked off the website and checked back on his e-mails.

Maybe he should do something constructive with his boredom. Pay some child support, perhaps?

"Nah."