A/N I don't own either properties and I wrote this for fun :) Also I do realize that these places are in two separate countries ( and plastic beach at point nemo) but shh. Just enjoy.
-Chapter 1 Point Of No Return -
The Winchesters were driving down the highway pondering over their next case. Dean groaned, as this trip was going on much longer than he anticipated.
"Find anything Sam?" he momentarily glanced at his brother, only to catch Sam looking at his phone.
" I got something interesting that's for sure" Sam stated, scrolling through as he found an article that seemed promising.
CONDEMED MANSION CAUGHT ON FIRE. POLICE DISCOVERED TRACES OF HUMAN REMAINS SCATTERED ALONG THE PROPERTY, FURTHER DETAILS ARE UNDER INVESTIGATION.
" Well, what is it?" Dean grew inpatient, as traffic began to pile up, his brother still leaving him in suspense.
"So get this, an old mansion was burnt to the ground recently" Sam stated, his brother this time took in his words at face value.
" So? What's so weird about that?" Dean cocked his head slightly, sure it was strange but not their usual amount of strange.
" Human remains were found all across the property, and the previous owner of the place..." Sam paused, scanning through to search for the right person
"some guy named Murdoc Niccals claimed that neighborhood kids burned the place and received a massive amount of insurance money. Then disappeared off the face of the Earth".
It dawned on Dean as traffic dispersed. Something about this was definitely not right. But the real question is, what can it be?
"How'd you find that out anyway?" Dean asked, unsure considering they were practically in between towns.
" I got wifi" Sam clearly responded.
Dean just stared back at him like 'what the hell?' Sam merely shrugged back, then pestered him about keeping his eyes on the road.
Of all the things they've had to deal with, they were in for one hell of a ride.
2D stared off into the distance, admiring the sea creatures that passed by the submarine's window. Until he felt a pounding feeling strike him, it had been Murdoc cursing at him for losing track. 2D wondered about how this moment had come to be. His eyes gone, well not quite, as he can still see. His good friend Russell had gone missing. The young girl he basically adopted as a sister had died along with his home. The deep ocean around him, held him captive.
Along with the cold dead eyes he had grown used to seeing that were a mockery of his deceased sister, corrupted by Murdoc.
His friend, band mate and abductor.
Sam and Dean busted down the door of the building resting upon plastic beach, to see a sickly looking man with green skin and a long tongue.
He had shaggy black hair and two different colored eyes. One Grey, the other red. Wearing a sailor's outfit, holstering a gun in his arms.
"Who the bloody hell are you two and how did you get onto my island?" the brothers froze as their gaze shifted to the sound of another gun cocking behind them.
It was a girl, but clearly not human. Decked out in clothes similar to someone from the army, with purple shaggy bangs covering its dark, soulless eyes.
It stood firmly in its position awaiting Murdoc's orders.
" Answer me you wankers" Murdoc cursed out, annoyed at the intruders.
Deep in the underground of Plastic Beach, 2D heard rumbling sounds coming from above. He began to quiver as the sounds grew louder. He heard footsteps, descending down and clanking against the metal steps that were just past his room.
2D retreated within himself, bundling up into a ball covering his ears and closing his eyes. *CRASH* the door to his room busted open.
As 2D peered out from his fingers, he saw two men emerge from the smoke. He pulled his mask over his face and remained in his spot.
The men approached him, guns in hand. 2D braced himself only to realize that one of the men had shifted behind the other.
"Dean..." the taller man spoke as he peered away from 2D's 'face'
"Relax Sam, it's just some mask" the shorter man replied, almost mocking.
Then, the shorter man reached out to try and pull away 2D's mask, but 2D held his grip. The last thing he would want is to leave himself more vulnerable.
Yet, his hands were weak and shaking at the touch that his grip easily loosened. Revealing his face to them. 2D looked at them, as confusion spread across their faces.
Only moments later, a splash of water hit his face.
2D blinked, then wiped off the water.
"Oi, what'd you do that for?" he called back at them, both men flinched and stepped further away.
They moved out of earshot and whispered their concerns, turning their backs on this strange man with azure blue hair and pitch black eyes.
" What the hell is that thing?"
" I don't know. Clearly it's not a demon"
" But those eyes. It has to be a demon"
" Then why didn't holy water work?"
" Must be a powerful demon or some other variation"
" So, what do we do?"
" Let's try a..." that had been the last words 2D heard until the sound of strange incantations filled the room.
The taller man had begun to chant, as the shorter one began to go around his room spilling salt everywhere to form a circle around him.
"Oi Face-ache! Get up here right this instant" A voice boomed from upstairs, 2D jolted, these strange man kept going.
He froze in utter terror, not only was he caught in some strange ritual about to be sacrificed, his abductor was calling for him.
" Have you gone deaf nob-head? Come to me when I call you." A voice echoed from the hall outside, as a figure walked into the room.
" Oh. It's you two. What in the blazes are you doing to Dents?" Murdoc stared at them as they continued the ritual all the way, yet their intended goal was not successful.
A sudden burst of laughter broke out as the two men turned towards the sound. It had been Murdoc of course, bent over practically wheezing with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Dean retorted, ' maybe he's the real demon' he thought.
Murdoc could hardly breath for a moment, until he finally managed to collect himself.
" You morons think Dents is a demon?" simply by saying that, he started to chuckle again.
" What is he then?" Sam called out. Looking between the two. Murdoc had a cross along his shirt and every time he bent over to laugh the necklace would dangle back and forth. It had been an upside down cross, meaning that he most likely is a satanist. 'Great' Sam thought. His attention turned to 2D, he looked utterly baffled and horrified at the same time. Like a kid covering himself to hide away from the monsters under his bed, yet unsure on which one is the monster.
"He's a idiot that I helped make into a star. He's human of course." he sauntered past them, revealing the robot girl behind him. He brushed past the salt circle and grabbed hold of 2D dragging him out and over to cyborg noodle. "If he was a demon, I would stop calling 'em dents."
Murdoc smirked at them, then turned to 2D to smack him across the back of his neck. 2D whimpered in pain, despite the fact that he towered over Murdoc and could easily use his height to some advantage. 2D had been too weak for his own good.
Sam and Dean stood, obviously they were wrong about the blue haired guy, but they still remained puzzled 'Why are his eyes black? And who are you?' until suddenly the door slammed shut and the two men remained trapped in 2D's room.
A/N this is a bit of a time jump/ in between section of the story. I kept it anyways as it sounded good in my head.
Sam and Dean pounded at the door trying to budge it. Not even a dent had remained, the door had been heavily barricaded.
Hope had been lost for them until the locks undid themselves as a hint of blue peered out of the door. 2D had come back, partially bleeding seeking help.
"Please...help me...Murdoc..."
Days passed as the boys remained, practically captive on plastic beach, along with the others. They stayed in one of the spare rooms above the surface but unlike the motels they stayed in on a weekly basis, this was much worse. Murdoc agreed to them staying, however they needed to help him maintain the island and fetch supplies that came, under the supervision of Cyborg Noodle. The boiler room had been the most troublesome part of the island, requiring continual maintenance. But, the boys were able to avoid that for at least a little while, as a repair man took care of it. It didn't take long for them to realize how awful Murdoc really was. Especially, from how he treated 2D.
" Alright then face-ache, it's time to record" Murdoc instructed 2D, opening up his room with a silver key with Cyborg Noodle by his side. The Winchesters peered out to watch them, as the tall haired singer begrudgingly stepped out of his room and followed Murdoc to the recording area. 2D slouched, with bags under his eyes and a defeated look on his face. The Winchesters pitied him, this man had been kept here without any free will, forced to make music. The one thing he loved, had now brought him misery. They followed close behind Murdoc and peeked into the room, observing 2D playing a few warm up notes on his melodica. Murdoc punched his arm, telling him to focus and get on with the vocal parts. Sam and Dean listened in awe to the sound of 2D singing, along with the synth style music accompanying his vocals.
/Up on melancholy hill there's a plastic tree/ Are you here with me/ Just looking out on the day/ Of another dream/
'Not bad.' Dean thought, usually he would listen to rock or alternative but this song seemed good in its own way. 2D heard something coming from outside the door, Murdoc had been distracted and 2D took this opportunity to shut it.
After dinner, the usual routine followed. Murdoc would leave to go man home base, the robot girl was ordered to keep watch along with guarding the lower floor and 2D was sent to his room and made to remain there until morning. The Winchesters were only told to 'bugger off' or to help the maintenance guy in the boiler room. However, this time Sam and Dean managed to 'convince' Murdoc to leave guard duty to them instead. They trailed behind as 2D trudged down to his room. As they finally reached the door, Dean caught hold of it before 2D had a chance to close it.
"What're you doing?" he questioned, looking down at the shorter man holding the door and up at the taller man behind him.
"We want to talk to you about a few things, can we come in?" Dean asked, loosening his grip on the door. 2D nodded and let go of the door completely, making his way towards his bed. Sam shut the door behind him, as they went inside and pulled up a couple chairs beside 2D's bed.
"What do you want to know?" 2D asked, pulling the curtain over his window which he had longed to do ever since he got to the island.
A/N I very sorry if I messed up portraying 2D's accent. I tried :( hopefully it's not too cringy for you guys.
" Why are your eyes are black?" Sam inquired, glancing about 2D's appearance. He did look rather strange, his eyes did stand out the most compared to his bright blue hair.
" I was hit by a car...twice" 2D admitted, he palmed the back of his neck, no one had really asked him about it outside of a few interviewers. Sam and Dean were left speechless. They searched through local papers countless times to find cases, but they've never heard of anyone at any point in time, getting into 2 car accidents and ending up with hollowed out sockets like the man that sat before them.
" How did that happen?" Dean asked, still dumbfounded.
" Murdoc, he... uh... hit me with his car... the first time" 2D responded, vaguely recalling the trauma he experienced that day.
" And the second time?"
" Murdoc took me for a drive, and I crashed through the windshield..."
" How in the hell..."
" I used to work at this music shop, Murdoc drove his car directly through the window so he could steal keyboards. At that moment, his tire slammed right into my left eye, after that I don't remember anyfing. Murdoc told me that I was knocked into a coma after that. About 3 weeks after the first incident, Murdoc took me into his car and drove about this car park, spinning around in loops. He crashed into one of those parking cones and the impact of falling out of the car knocked out my right eye. I stood up and Murdoc approached me. He told me about how he wanted to start a band with me as the front man. At the time it seemed like a great idea...but now I'm not too sure."
"So, you're blind?"
"Not really, I can see but everyfings sort of blurry. The doctors told me that I have a 8 ball fracture. which is odd, I don't even play pool" Sam and Dean chuckled lightly, then resumed their composure. Sam pulled out his laptop and searched up what it meant.
" An 8 ball fracture is when a direct force strikes the retina and causes it to fill up with blood. Huh, so that's why they look black. Well, sort of red too".
" What about your hair?"
" I fell out of tree as a kid and went bald, it grew back this way". Dean wiped his hand along his face, then stood up and walked towards the door. After a few minutes he motioned for Sam to talk to him in the hall, out of 2D's earshot.
"I swear this island is full of a boatload of crazy. I mean, seriously? This is what we're dealing with? A Keith Richards wannabe that bought this literal hunk of garbage island to make an album, a robotic 9 year old and this poor son of a bitch. I'm just-I'm done with all this bullshit".
" At least we don't have to deal with the Apocalypse" Sam suggested as an alternative to lighten the mood. Dean sighs, trying to collect himself after that spat.
" So, how do we get out of here?"
" That's the thing, there is no way out. This whole building is heavily bonded with stainless steel. The only real way out is from the submarine that is guarded by...terminator."
" Great. Now, what do we do?"
" Maybe he can help us." Sam suggested, opening the door to see 2D watching a zombie movie on his bed.
" You've got to be kidding me". Dean turned to Sam, together they walked back into 2D's room, shutting the door behind them.