It was what seemed like an ordinary morning when Stuart '2D' Pott realized something.

He was lying in a bed, in a state somewhere between sleep and awareness. He was not yet ready to open his eyes and as he mentally separated the dreams he had been having from reality, the creeping sensation something was wrong came over him. He tried to ignore the anxiety and continued the process of waking up like usual, wriggling his toes to check if his muscles were awake yet. Stuart never quite got to know, as he found out he couldn't move his toes much anyway. They were restricted by something familiar, something that felt suspiciously much like his shoes. Had he gone to sleep with his them still on? He never did that.

He didn't even need to be fully awake to know that something really was wrong. Not only was he still wearing his shoes and regular clothes, he was not in his own bed. It smelled strange and unfamiliar, and besides, the lights that danced before his closed eyelids were a dead giveaway. They were blue and moving, as if the singer had found himself underwater someway. Had he overdosed again? that was a possibility, but this didn't feel like the last time he had taken a bit too much of the fun stuff. That, and the smell was more akin to dead fish than that sterile hospital smell...

Had he died somehow then? Was he currently being reincarnated? Did he even actually believe in reincarnation? Sure, he considered himself a Buddhist. But he hadn't quite lived by the rules, now had he?

Well, the singer thought, say that reincarnation was in fact what was happening, and he was to become some marine animal.. -A headache starting forming somewhere in the back of the his head. Would he have to deal with.. whales?

He noticed his breath had sped up and his headache was not getting any better. 2D told himself to take calm breaths. in, out. in, out. This went on for a while and with the calmer breathing came more rational thoughts. If he truly had died, why would it feel like just any other groggy morning? And wouldn't he at least remember he had died? He should have panicked. 2D never forgot to panic.

And there's the fact that marine creatures don't tend to wear shoes. So, whatever had happened he would not have to deal with whales. Thank the gods.

The fact that he had not suddenly been reincarnated did nothing to lessen his anxiety though, and behind his still closed eyelids -he didn't dare open them- his headache pounded away. He considered the idea that maybe he was still dreaming. But that couldn't be right? If you realize you're dreaming, get to do whatever you want in the dream or you wake up. Those where the rules, and even after his ''maybe I'm dreaming'' train of thought he was still in an completely unfamiliar bed. No dream then. the blue-haired singer tried to get his anxiety under control by telling himself he had just left with some bird the night before, that he was in her bed and he would probably have to get out and get dressed before some paparazzi found him and took pictures. But it didn't work one bit, he knew he was only lying.

He hadn't gone with any bird. He hadn't even gone out, had he? Stuarts heart started racing faster when he realized he couldn't even remember the night before. He couldn't remember going to sleep!

Now, 2D was not the example of a great mind. His most common thought was probably something along the lines of 'wait whut?'. But, his memory was fine. He remembered all the little details. Every bird he had shagged, every time Murdoc had yelled at him, every time he and Russel had discussed music. He remembered how the sky had looked the day he fell out of that tree, and the exact confused expression on his mother's face when his hair had fallen out and then grown back,blue of all colours!

But he did not remember going to sleep. And even besides all the other thing clearly wrong, that was worrisome.

2D did not move for some time, but of course in time his curiosity started winning over his fear. His anxiety had only grown worse, but he could hardly lie in the same position on the bed until something happened. His eyes were burning to see. He cracked open one eye, just the slightest bit. the first thing he noticed was the colour orange. The whole room seemed to be painted orange. As he looked around he automatically opened his other eye as well, and not soon after he wished he hadn't, because with his bigger range of vision he could now notice movement right next to the bed. He slowly moved his head towards the danger, the moment seemed to play in slow motion to Stuart. He noticed a window, one of those gray marine-style ones. Stuart contemplated the window for a while, It sure is strange how the mind can try to distract us from the things we don't want to see. But of course 2D had to acknowledge the thing behind the window at some point.

The thing that was moving. it was black with grey around it, and when the singer realized what he was looking at he jumped away from the window, falling down on the ground headfirst in the progress, his the headache was killing after that, but 2D took no notice. Once on the ground he made himself as small as possible and he just froze. His complete body stopped working and he pressed his eyes shut, tighter than before. Waves of fear rolled over him. His body started shaking and 2D could not think. His mind had been overwritten with fear. It just had to be a whale's eye watching him. Of course it had to be. Of course..

As 2D lay on the ground shaking, oblivious to his surroundings, the sound of a door opening could be heard. And while 2D was too busy at failing to deal with his phobia, someone stepped around him and pulled two purple curtains in front of the window together, obscuring the whale's eye from view.

Said person then sat down on the bed and let out a low chuckle while staring at the shivering man in front of him.

''Oh man, ya weren't lying with the whole whale thing, where ya faceache?''

author note

so hi! I hope you guys liked this, its the beginning of a story I'm planning to write, you should probably see it as a teaser.

I've recently gotten into gorillaz and none of my friends like it quite as much as I do, so I've taken up writing fanfiction to express my love for the band and their story. (As opposed to yelling about it to friends ;) which is what I normally do to express my love for stuff)

Please note that I'm Dutch, so I'm not a native English speaker. if there are any mistakes please let me know!

And please just let me know what you thought~ I really want to continue! But it takes a lot of time to write (I spent about three hours on this, and it's only a bit more than thousand words..) so if I feel like no one appreciates it I won't be very motivated to write ^^;

Plus I would just love to hear from you guys!

notes on the story

Some notes on the future of the story, I don't have a perfectly worked out plan as of now. The next chapter is going to be 2D coming to terms with being on the island and seeing Murdoc again, and probably 2D meeting cyborg Noodle. upcoming chapters are going to be longer than this one.

In the far, far future I think I'll involve Noodle and Russel in the story someway. That would be fun.

Oh, and this will probably be 2Doc. and I do recognize that as an abusive relationship, so I'll say this now: The portrayal of the relationship between the characters 2D and Murdoc is abusive. If a situation like theirs would arise in real life I would be disgusted with the abuser. I do not condone abuse in any way.

with that said I do ship them, as they are fictional characters.

Another note on the story, please do message me with any idea's you might have! Even if it's just ''hey check out this headcanon I have that has nothing to do with the story'' I would love to hear it 'key?

question

Okay last two things and I'll shut up ;)

Do you guys want me to write the accents or not? and if so, how 'heavy'? I personally find it a bit annoying when I have to decipher what they're talking about in a fanfic because the author left out all the vowels or something.. But let me know what you guys want!

And does anyone have a suggestion for a name for this story? That would be nice.

And with that it's 03:05 now, and I should probably sleep. 'till next time!

~forthefoxes