"Oh, Murdoc." 2D chimed in a psychotic laced voice. Murdoc closed his eyes tightly as the deranged singer roamed the hallways of the floating island, the creepy calm tone wafting closer, then further.
Murdoc currently resided in one of the sound booths in the recording room of plastic beach. Moments before, he had watched in horror as 2D destroyed the Cyborg Noodle.
No, destroyed wasn't even the correct term for what the front man had done. He had slaughtered the poor robot.
He broke her limbs off, smashed her head in until it resembled nothing of this earth, crushed her torso, and to end it all, reached through the wreckage and ripped out her inner workings, making sure to completely destroy the motherboard, ceasing all future acts of the Cyborg.
It had all happened so quickly, it had been like any other day. Murdoc was busy sleeping off a hang over and the dullard sat quietly in his room. Normal, right? It wasn't until about four when Cyborg was bring 2D his only meal of the day. Murdoc listened in from the control room where he had many cameras set up on 2D's room. But today, he didn't hear 2D's normal whimpers. Today, the boy was completely silent.
"What the bloody 'ell?" Murdoc picked his head up, wincing as the light that the small tv screen burned his eyes. He gave his tired eyes a moment to readjust before looking at the screen.
"What the..." Murdoc zoomed the camera in on the room. What the hell was 2D doing behind the door?
Murdoc watched with interest as the Cyborg entered the room. Stepping out from the shadows, 2D held a wrench in his hand.
"Now where the hell..." Murdoc's thought were cut off as Cyborg did as expected and drew a gun. However, she never fired. The last thing Murdoc needed was his prized singer to be dead. It was one of the commands in Cyborg's artificial mind; do not kill Stuart Pot.
Without a fear in his mind, 2D swung the wrench, knocking the gun from the robots hand. In a swift motion, he grabbed the girl around the neck, cracking it until her head and shoulders separated.
Murdoc's eyes widened as 2D carefully took the severed head in his hands, grinning, "You were never her."
2D ran his fingers through the artificial hair in almost a comforting matter, before taking a few pieces between his fingers. His grip tightened on the strands, ripping the plastic scalp off of the Cyborg's head. He tore the rest of the skin away from the skull until only the mechanical face remained in tact.
"You were never her." he repeated as he tightened his grip on the head, enjoying the sound of the snapping metal. Deciding he could no longer keep a tight enough grasp on the skull, 2D threw it to the ground, smashing it up with the wrench until nothing but metallic powder was left. He then looked over at the body. In quick motions, he bent, twisted, and ripped off each of Cyborg's arms and legs, repeating the same process he had done with the head; skin, break, shatter. The torso of the Bot was most fun for him, It cracked beautifully, every bit of ammo and hidden guns the cyborg once possed now lay in piles on the floor as 2D tore away at the pathetic metal shell. The singer took care to remove the weapons from the girl's body before completely destroying it. Finally he reached through the piled and ripped out any wires that remained inside. He pulled each and everyone of them apart, grinning at the motherboard attacked in the center of the mess. He grinned as he snapped it in half, pulled it apart, crumbling it in his own hands.
His hand were cut and raw by the time he finished with the motherboard, dropping it to the floor. There was nothing left of Cyborg Noodle.
"You were never here." He whispered calmly to the pile. Straightening himself up, 2D reached for on of the guns among the pile.
"Oh, Mudsy." He hummed, his back to the camera.
"Oh sweet Satan, no." Despite 2D's constant whimper, it had felt as though Murdoc had just re-witnessed the death of his beloved Noodle. Now the unraveling of his beloved creation. He forced himself to look as 2D turned slowly to face the camera.
A Cheshire grin was plastered to his face, eyes wide in anticipation, tears brimming those wild eyes, and shivers controlling his body,
"Oh, Mudsy," His face was practically pressed to the camera now, "You're next."
So now, Murdoc hid, fearing for his damned life as his rouge creation searched through the halls.
"Mudsy," 2D kicked the door open, light flooding the sound room, Murdoc freezing up in horror, "You're next"
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A/N: Okay, so I've been meaning to write this, and I honestly scared the crap out of myself while writing this. Anywho, tell me what ya think. thanks for reading!