A/N: So the entire Gorillaz timeline confuses me. Did 2D actually get eaten by that blasted whale? I know he got apparently got to Wobble Street with some man's help. But if he was eaten, did it happen in Rhinestone Eyes, Broken, or before Doncamatic? I don't know, but I'm going with what I believe for this one-shot. This one-shot is in the midst of what takes place in the Rhinestone Eyes animatic. Go check out the amazing animation of it by Richard Van As if you haven't.
Anyways, this is 2Doc. I'm new to Gorillaz and this is possibly my first FanFic for them if I haven't published the other FanFic I'm currently working on, which is also 2Doc. So in advance, I apologize if there is a FanFic like this out here somewhere. I haven't read a lot of Gorillaz FanFiction.
Also, I'm new at writing male x male Fan Fiction. I've never had anything against it, it's just I've never had any inspiration to write about gay couples in other cartoons, while with this cartoon band I have been blessed with so many ideas.
WARNING: Blood, fire, slight abuse, and light fluff. Sort of sad ending.
Anyways, enjoy! If you all like it, I may make it a two-shot! Please let me know in the reviews!
Gunshots.
2D's bedroom was underwater but he could hear the raging gunfire outside on the beach of plastic debris.
Mus' be tha' bleedin' Cyborg shooting down seagulls again...
It was common for seagulls to come and pick at the pink-painted plastic of Murdoc's island. They came looking for nesting materials or rotting sea life that had been washed up ashore.
Cyborg saw it as an opportunity to perfect her aim. Or Murdoc did, seeming as he programmed her to shoot those birds down.
2D let out an annoyed groan, squishing his head underneath his pillow to block out the rapid firing, and to ignore the gut feeling that there was something deadly wrong with Murdoc at this moment.
The singer scoffed at the thought, tossing his pillow across the room.
Of course, there's something wrong with Murdoc! He fuckin' kidnapped meh and locked meh in an underwater bedroom with a blasted whale swimmin' out me window!
2D vowed to get a diary with a lock next time. Or maybe not keep a diary at all once he was out of here. If he ever got out of here.
It was only because of Murdoc's nosiness that he got a bedroom with a fuckin' whale to keep him incarcerated.
He built a robot out of Noodle's DNA and turned 'er into a killin' machine!
2D didn't know if Murdoc had a heart or not after that. Who the fuck replaces a dear person with a robotic version, made if that person's DNA? Murdoc Faust Niccals, that's who.
Poor Noodle was dead. 2D hadn't a doubt about it. The El Mañana video shooting went horribly wrong and now the girl they'd raised since the age of ten was dead.
All of it being Murdoc's fault for the selfish need of fame and popularity.
As if performing onstage in a cape and dirty underwear wasn't enough recognition for the bassist, back when Gorillaz was still a band.
2D bit his lip, holding in a sob. He needed painkillers. Those relentless gunshots and remembering Noodle was giving him a much-unneeded migraine.
2D downed a handful of painkillers he took from his pocket, not counting how many he took.
Only thin' Murdoc can do 'ight is gettin' me muh painkillers.
Minutes passed by before the entire island seemed to shake violently. 2D nearly topped off his bed. The lights in his room dimmed and miscellaneous framed pictures on the walls fell, smashing on the ground. His keyboards fell forwards from their perches against the walls; random keys flying off at the impact.
Wot the fuck was that?!
The singer stood up, running into the corner closest to his door. 2D suddenly didn't feel very safe. Hell, he never felt safe here, to begin with!
Something was wrong. Something in his gut was telling him that those gunshots outside weren't Cyborg practising her aim.
Didn' Murdoc mention sumthin' 'bout pirates when we were in the submarine?
Wait…
Murdoc!
The blue-haired keyboardist suddenly didn't care about every horrible thing he'd been put through by the bassist. He leapt from the dark corner to his door, turned the knob and yanked particularly hard, expecting it to be locked.
It wasn't.
2D nearly went flying into the wall as his door swung open widely. Outside, the hallway lights of the corridor were flashing red in warning.
He didn't waste another clumsy second running to the elevator, jamming the button hurriedly until the doors opened.
The island's shaking resumed; this time the whale attacking his underwater bedroom.
It went unnoticed. So did the hand grabbing the whale.
Anxiety coursed through his veins. 2D was worried he'd have a panic attack before he reached Murdoc's study studio.
The elevator doors opened and 2D didn't know where to put his foot.
There was fire everywhere. Books off the bookshelf were aflame, pictures from the walls were smashed and scattered randomly, the large windows of the studio were smashed, and the huge desk was turned over, fire eating away the polished wood. A squid lay lifeless at the edge of the room, where there previously was a huge, beautiful window looking over the gorgeous blue ocean.
2D stared for a few moments, taking in his surroundings in shock. The ocean was a dull blue; the sky was cloudy, and a plane flew by quickly, firing bullets aggressively.
Where's Murdoc?!
The singer stepped out of the elevator just as the doors were shutting, his unhealthily slim body slipping through in the nick of time.
Glass crunched beneath his boots as we carefully walked through the flaming remains of the studio.
His blurry black eyes fell upon a green hand sticking out from underneath the flaming desk, limp and bloody.
"Murdoc?" The singer's voice was shaky as he quickly lifted and hauled the desk off the edge of the studio, not caring that he was burning his fingers, and watched it tumble over the edge and onto the beach below.
Murdoc lay where the desk previously was, breathing shallowly, much to 2D's relief. His greasy black fringe was pushed out of his eyes, and his grey sweater was covered in random spurts of blood. There were glass shards sticking to his cheeks and hands, and some torn holes in his sweater revealed more wounds.
2D knelt down, grabbing the unconscious man by his shoulders and pulling him upwards, shaking him back and forth. "C'mon. Wake up, Muds!"
The bassist remained unconscious, and the resuming gunfire urged 2D to lift him over his shoulder, using all his strength possible to keep himself up with the weight of Murdoc.
They had to get out of here.
Now.
2D stumbled to the elevator quickly, completely oblivious to Noodle and Russel outside the shattered window.
Murdoc stirred, groaning in pain, but didn't open his mismatched eyes. His ears were ringing, his head was sore, his hands were stinging sharply, along with his chest and knees, and his feet felt like they were dangling in mid-air.
Wait a bloody minute, where the fuck am I?
Murdoc's head shot up in alarm, his eyes opening, nearly falling off of whoever had him in the process.
This wasn't his room, nor was it his studio.
Wot am I doin' in the elevator?
Murdoc looked down, seeing he was being carried and growled menacingly.
A bloody pirate! He's gonna regret ever touchin' Murdoc Niccals.
The bassist pounded a bloodied fist into the pirate's back, and the yelp of pain that followed sounded familiar. The pirate collapsed against the wall, dropping the bassist, who landed on his feet.
This sod has blue hair, Murdoc duly noted, much like 2D's... He even looks a bit like him.
The Satanist didn't spend any more time interrogating further.
Murdoc snatched his alleged kidnapper by his shirt collar, smirking bloodthirstily, yanking him up to a high enough level so he could knee him hard in the chest. The pirate's hat blocked his view of his face. The blow Murdoc delivered earned him another familiar yelp, and the man hacked up a mouthful of blood onto the floor violently.
Murdoc dropped the man, ready to kick him with his Cuban heels, when...
"M-Muds! Stoppit, i's meh!" 2D cowered, laying on his left side, shaking like an earthquake. His arms protected his face and his knees were brought up to his chest as a shield.
"Face-ache?" Murdoc stopped himself. He felt his chest tighten and his lips curve into a self-disapproving frown.
"Wot in the bloody 'ell were yew doin' carryin' meh?!"
Damnit, Murdoc! You jus' had to make the assumption that yer singer was a pirate.
"Th-the entire island w-was shakin' and yew left me door u-unlocked, s-so I-I came up to find yew an' see wot was goin' on a-an'.."
Murdoc looked away, remembering now that he'd jumped inside the studio when a blasted plane started firing at him. He remembered nothing but blackness after a loud bang and wave of heat hit him from behind.
"I-I found you u-unconscious and I c-couldn't l-leave yew there." 2D finished, wiping his bloodied mouth on his arm as he sat up weakly. His chest was tight and throbbed every time his heart beat.
Yes, he bloody could 'ave left me there. He'd be free of me…
The Satanist bit the inside of his cheek to keep his lips from curling into a smile. The man who he had been treating like shite since putting him and breaking him of a coma, saved his worthless, soulless life, unconditionally. Murdoc felt grateful, happy, loved, even.
But deep down, Murdoc knew it was because 2D was a good person and only thought of his as a "bastard bass player".
The bassist kneeled down to the lanky man on the ground carefully, ignoring the nearly unbearable searing pain of a glass shard lodged into his kneecap, and brought 2D into a gentle, meaningful hug. For once, taking his singer's injuries into consideration.
Murdoc felt his singer tense and held back his grin with more force at how awkward his arms were dangling in the air. But sadness peaked through at 2D's hesitation to hug him back.
"Thank yew, Stuart."
Finally, 2D wrapped his arms around Murdoc carefully, letting his head fall onto his warm shoulder.
Sort of like an apology… 2D smiled to himself, finding comfort in the short hug that the bassist had initiated.
He felt Murdoc smile.
Neither of them knew that this would be their last hug for a few years. The last thing 2D saw before being swallowed alive by the whale was Murdoc, screaming for him to come back, his arm outstretched to him uselessly.
Murdoc watched helplessly as the whale swims out of Russel's reach and Cyborg's aim, taking his lovely 2D with him to the depths of the deep ocean.
Tears trailed down his cheeks as he was pulled into a tight embrace by Noodle, who was also sobbing at the loss right as she returned.
Murdoc realized how much he truly loved Stuart Pot, through the abuse and denial for all those years. He'd do absolutely anything to get him back, but he was gone for good now.
Broken...
Should I make this a two-shot?
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