Hey guys! So here's a better description of the story:

2D, Murdoc and Cyborg Noodle have left Plastic Beach for a "vacation". They are on a small land mass 75 miles off the coast of Sweden, staying in an old hotel Murdoc bought years ago. (No I haven't the slightest clue if there really is a tiny island 75 miles off the coast of Sweden, just making it up) Cyborg Noodle has malfunctioned, and is currently on a mad rampage through the large building trying to find 2D and Murdoc. This is pretty much the story of them hiding (and at some points fighting for their lives) from Evil Noodle.

Ok! :) One more thing, sentences with '-' in front and behind them are meant to be dialogue. If you don't know what I mean, the first sentence is an example.

...shoot. I lied. NOW one more thing! This chapter is SUPER short because it is just a preview to see if anyone likes it. If I get a couple reviews or just lots of views I will continue it! :D

ENJOY! (~^_^)~

2D

-2D! Stu, get up!-

I groaned. Murdoc shakes my arm vigorously, smacking my cheek. He grabs my feet, dragging me out of bed and dropping my stiff body on the ground. Another groan. I refuse to move.

-I'm not fucking around! Come on.-

He bends down and tries to get me standing. I sigh heavily, reaching out an arm and touching his lips softly. He ignores me and pushes me up against the wall, forcing me to rise.

-Murdoc? Carry me.-

-What?-

-Carry me!-

-Stu! I don't have time for this..-

I slide back down, swatting at his hands as he tries to pick me back up. Finally he turns on his heel, throwing his arms in the air.

-You really want me to carry you?-

I nod.

-Fine! Get your ass over here!-

Murdoc points at the ground next to him fiercely. I smile and stand up, locking my hands behind his head and bringing my legs around his waist. He puts his hands on my back and starts a brisk walk. I rest my head on his shoulder, watching the ugly green walls as we pass by them. My head bobs as he moves.

I slowly move my hand, tapping Murdoc on his spine.

-Where are we going?-

He doesn't answer.

In the distance, a faint metallic scream pierces the air. Murdoc whimpers slightly and increases speed. He reads off the numbers on the doors frantically, cursing under his breath. I tighten my grip, growing worried.

-Where are we going?-

I ask again, more urgent. He stops reading the numbers for a moment, clicks his tongue quietly, then sighs.

-Room 2184. Help me find it.-

He resumes his soft mumbling, and I notice he's only reading the doors on the left. I shrug and start rattling off the right side as they pass me by.

1934, 1936, 1938, 2940...

Murdoc stops. He swallows hard.

-No more rooms. We have to go up..-

I feel him move a hand and push on a door, releasing a heavy latch. It clicks loudly, making Murdoc flinch. He slips through it quickly and starts to climb up the stairs as best he can.

The metallic scream is heard again. It fades in and out, getting closer then drawing back. Murdoc's breath hitches in his throat. He slowly puts me down, pressing his finger against my lips. -Don't. Move.- he mouths.

He slides his back down the wall very slowly, watching the stairs in front of us.

And then we wait.

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