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chapter one-[you are lost
2D woke up with a headache. Not a big one, but it was annoying. It wasn't like he wasn't used to it, though. He got a lot of headaches, and they were usually worse. And he didn't particularly feel like taking painkillers at the moment. So, he hoped it would go away. Sometimes they did.
He got up and navigated his way around the things on his floor. He decided to go to the kitchen for breakfast, because he was a little hungry. He was also still a bit tired, but he didn't think he could go back to sleep.
When he got to the kitchen, it was empty. And for some reason he didn't feel very hungry anymore. He blinked. He didn't really feel like doing anything.
Noodle and Russel walked into the kitchen. "Hey," 2D said. They said nothing. Then Murdoc walked in. "You see dullard lately?" he asked Russel and Noodle. 2D stared. "What d'you mean? I'm right here," he said. "No, we haven't seen him," Noodle said.
Something just didn't click. 2D was right there, but nobody noticed him? He must have been too quiet, and they probably didn't see him, 2D concluded. He walked over to them. "Hey, I'm right here," he said again, louder this time. Murdoc seemed to ignore him though.
"He's probably in his room," Russel said. 2D blinked. "No I'm not!" he said. "I'm right here!" "He's usually up around now," Murdoc said. "He's not being his annoying self. It's nice, actually." 2D waved his arms in front of Murdoc's face. "Muds, I'm right here, don't you see me?" 2D asked.
Apparently, Murdoc didn't notice him. Neither did Noodle or Russel. They went on talking as if 2D wasn't even there. 2D stared at them, then laughed. "Oh, I get it," he said. "This is a joke, right? Is this 'Pretend 2D's Not Here Day' or something? Well, maybe I should pretend you guys aren't here either."
There was no reaction. 2D blinked. "Erm... okay, it's not really funny anymore..." he said. "You can stop now..." Once again, it seemed they ignored him. "I'm going to see if he is in his room," Noodle said, and walked away.
2D followed her. "Noodle, I'm not in there, I'm right here!" he said, but Noodle kept on walking. They went into 2D's room. "2D, are you in here?" Noodle asked. "Erm, yeah, now I am," 2D said. "2D?" Noodle called again. "Here! I'm here!" 2D yelled. "Can't you see me? I'm here! This joke isn't funny, Noodle! It isn't! I'm right here!"
Noodle looked around again. "He... is not here," she said sadly. And then 2D realized this was no joke. Noodle was genuinely sad. She really couldn't see him. And that meant neither could Murdoc or Russel. Nobody was joking. It wasn't a prank.
2D's mind was reeling. How? What? Why? Why couldn't anyone see him? Was he invisible? He couldn't be invisible, he thought, looking at his hands. He could see himself. Nobody could hear him either. The whole thing was very confusing. What was going on?
He followed Noodle again. She was looking for Murdoc and Russel, to tell them that she couldn't find 2D. Even though he was right behind her. But she didn't know that. "Dullard wasn't in the cinema," Murdoc said. "He was not in his room," Noodle said, sadly. "Is he anywhere?" Russel asked. "Yes! I am! I'm here! In front of you!" 2D said, but was once again unseen.
"Maybe he's run away," Murdoc said. "The bugger'd probably pull something like that." "I didn't run away..." 2D mumbled, but decided it really was pointless. Nobody could hear him. "For all we know, the face-ache's dead in a gutter or something," Murdoc continued. "No!" Noodle said. "2D is not dead, Maybe he did run away. But he is not dead." 2D sat down on the floor and watched them argue about whether he was dead or not.
"Well, if he's not dead, he'll turn up," Murdoc said. "Yes, he will," Noodle said. "Because he is alive. Just... missing," "Right..." Murdoc said, unconvinced.
2D decided he'd had enough of this. If they couldn't tell he was there, then there was no point in being there. He'd leave. To where, he didn't know. But what did it matter when no-one could see or hear you? He got up and went toward the door. Before he left, he turned around and flipped Murdoc off.
He went out the door, closing it behind him. Murdoc was too busy arguing to hear it, but Russel did. "Hey, you hear something?" he asked, looking at the door. "No," Noodle said. "What did it sound like?" "The door closing," Russel said. He looked at the door again. "I must be imagining things," he said.