Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz.

Author's Note: Okay, this is the first chapter, and my first fan fiction, so I apologize in advance for this being long.

First off, this will all be told from our beloved Stuart Pot's (2D's) perspective, unless I say otherwise, but that's pretty much what it's going to be.

Second, it's rated T for language, being drunk and some violence.

And third, for all you Gorillaz super fans out there who will be confused by this, I want to explain something. Noodle and Russel are still considered dead. I know that in "Rhinestone Eyes" they come back and everything, but Gorillaz, if you remember, only went on tour with Murdoc, 2D, and Cyborg Noodle. And on YouTube, the storyboard wasn't animated and it came before the concert. So, I am assuming that they didn't animate it yet so it wouldn't be part of the storyline. So, they're still thought dead in my story. Please keep that in mind.

Okay, just had to get that all out there. Sorry for the delay, so here's "The World of Plastic Beach"! :)

Chapter 1: The Great Escape

My room at Point Nemo has an interesting window view. Water, water, more water, and that stupid whale. If anything, why'd Murdoc choose a guard whale? I hate the bloody things! But I guess that's exactly why, so swimming wouldn't be a preferable means of escape from this accursed island.

He also took the liberty of locking me in here, since I've had so many lucky breaks to try and escape. So now I just sit on my bed, watching the water, and waiting for Muds to occasionally let me out.

Not that escaping is easy or anything. If Cyborg Noodle's awake, I'd probably get a bullet just barely grazing my head, and then Murdoc would be there in ten seconds. So, rule of thumb, do it while she's charging, which is most of the time, which is good. I also like to do it when I can guarantee Murdoc is occupied with something. But I really haven't had the drive to break out in a while. Failing so many times doesn't actually help your self-confidence. The only reason I really want to break out today is to see this new person Murdoc hired to help with the band. I tried asking him about it, but being Murdoc, he pretty much told me nothing.

We were sitting there when he finally bothered to tell me, because he was apparently too absorbed in his computer to tell me sooner. He has a tendancy to go around in his pilotable armchair nowadays, wearing his purple robe and wierd little purple hat, pretending the whole world belongs to him, but he's always thought that.

"Do you know their name?" I asked.

"Forgot," He muttered blankly, still absorbed with whatever he was doing. "Just know it's a girl who can play a lot of instruments."

"And does she know where we are?"

"The guy who's driving her here does."

"Does she know that she's gonna be stuck on this damn island of junk you call Plastic Beach?"

He shot me a cold look that made me instantly regret saying that. My eyes turned white, a sign that I'm nervous, and that made Murdoc smile maliciously as well.

"Ya know what, 2D? Shut up and go to your room."

"I don't see why I can't just sprint to the orca right now and get out of here," I threatened, still shaking. It was an empty threat and we both knew it. I'm not good at bluffing.

He just gave me a very dark but cocky look, and said "Because Noodle is nearly done charging."

"You mean Cyborg Noodle."

"Whatever floats your boat." He smirked. "I could also call your good friend the whale."

"Fine, I'm going," I muttered, glad I got out of this one unscarred.

He just gave me a non-caring look and said, "Cyborg Noodle will be there to lock you in at 6, which is, umm..." He checked his watch, even though he already knew, "Two minutes, and I might tell her to shoot at anything living that she encounters."

I bolted to the lift, since time was precious, and if he wasn't bluffing, Cyborg Noodle never takes mercy when it comes to shooting things. It's one of her favorite pastimes. So, secretly snatching Murdoc's spare pistol, I sprinted to the lift. The last thing I heard was Murdoc's signature laugh, then snoring. Perfect, I thought. This will make things a lot easier.

So, trapped again in this below sea level prison, I listened for Cyborg Noodle. I finally heard the lift come down and open, and the jingling of keys as she locked the door.

Cyborg Noodle is, hence the name, a cyborg of our original guitarist, Noodle. But, sadly, we had to assume she is lost to the world, as well as Russel, our percussionist. Cyborg Noodle was actually created from Noodle's DNA we found at the crash site of the windmill, where we believe she perished, even though we never did find the body, and some of Russel's drum kit. Murdoc has told many different stories about where Noodle is now, if she was alive, how he was going to find her, and stuff like that. He even tried looking for her in the Underworld, but with no success. So, we assume the worst, and Cyborg Noodle stayed in the band, even after we semi split and reformed.

"Are you going to charge again after this?" I asked her through the door.

"No clue," she responded. "It seems like that's all I ever do, besides shoot things and play guitar."

I heard her stand up with a rattle and head for the lift, but then it stopped.

"2D," she asked, "Why do you want to get out of here so bad? It's not a terrible place."

"It's not necessarily the place... um... Noodle, it's a lot more complicated than that."

"I see," she said, "well, I was just wondering. The only reason you're locked in here is because you tried to escape."

"Yes, but at least you didn't mind coming here. I left because I didn't want anything more to do with that bloody bass player who calls himself the leader of the Gorillaz. And now I'm stuck here, with him, recording for his album, and being locked here for the rest of that time."

"Again, because you tried to escape."

"Well, I wasn't just about to sit back and be Murdoc's little money making thing again."

"Is that what we are then?" she asked "Money making things?"

"No, you're also his bodyguard," I said, "and you get a lot more freedom."

She didn't say anything for a while, and then muttered, "I think I might charge now. Don't try and escape or anything."

"I can't guarantee anything," I said, smiling a little. I'll never know if she did the same because of the door between us.

I heard the lift close a couple seconds later, and knew I had about an hour's wait before I could guarantee any safe escape, so I sat and waited.

An hour later, we catch up to current time, and I was fairly certain that everything was quiet. I took Murdoc's pistol from my bedside table and slowly went twoard the door. The other reason I don't break out anymore is because he decided to install a new high-tech lock on my door. The only thing he forgot to do was make it bullet-proof. I aimed the pistol at the doorknob and fired, then quickly jumped back into bed and pretended to sleep.

I waited about ten minutes before giving myself the okay that Murdoc wasn't watching me right now, and was hopefully too drunk with sleep (or drunk in general) to notice anything wrong with the door. I got up and quietly opened the door so that nothing would happen that would cause Murdoc to check twice. I tip toed to the lift and rode it up to ground level, taking me right to the main entrance. As soon as I stepped outside, I realized how easy it would be to escape. Then, I remember all the keys to everything were back inside, which was a journey I was not willing to take. So, I just sat here and got comfortable, and hoped this new band member would arrive before dawn.

TO BE CONTINUED