Murdoc is Glaring
Chapter 1: The Kitchen Glare
It was one of those days.
You know, those days when you feel like lazing about around the house and doing absolutely nothing all day. 2D could feel this laziness streaming through his veins, making him lethargic and languid. He let out a deep sigh and threw his cellphone across the room where it landed on his bed with a resounding thump. He couldn't play Pong all day now, could he?
The blue haired singer stared down at his abdomen and tapped his disheveled looking fingers along the surface of his flat stomach. Even though the sluggish feeling within him still fought on strong, the will to eat was far more tempting, so with this in mind, 2D got up, exited out his door, and traveled upstairs to find the kitchen.
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2D shuffled his way to the fridge, fingers raking through his straggly blue hair and down his face. His eyes were squinted, seeming as if he were somehow sensitive to the light, but that wasn't it. Our poor vocalist was just very, very drained. Did it have to do with that extra dosage of migraine pills he happened to gulp down last night?
Leaning over the open fridge, 2D stuck his hands inside and rummaged around for some edible food. He fingered past the eyeball and the large brain that happened to unceremoniously grace the fridge shelves, grimacing at the stench that radiated off them. After a few moments worth of scavenging, 2D settled upon a sketchy bag of discolored grapes.
As soon as he shut the fridge door, he shivered madly. 2D straightened his back and blinked a few times, the hairs on his neck standing on end. It was a horrible feeling, to be watched, and that's just how our blue haired vocalist felt at the moment. It was as if someone were glaring at his back, piercing eyes stabbing their ferocious glare into his flesh like sharp flint knives. 2D hesitantly turned around, popping a grape into his mouth.
Murdoc was standing outside on the balcony, back turned to the landfill. He was directly positioned in front of the doorway, staring into the kitchen and glaring at everything within it, including 2D. For a few moments, they stared at each other, 2D's gaze a questioning one and Murdoc's nothing but frightening. In the end, for 2D could take it no more, 2D broke the stare and popped another grape into his mouth. Like a lost child, he began to look about the room-- as long as he wasn't looking at Murdoc.
2D knew that he should be used to Murdoc's frequent malice-coated glares, but for some reason, this particular glare seemed to be a lot more…venomous or menacing, call it what you will.
2D looked out to the balcony once more and found Murdoc still glaring through at him. 2D choked on a grape, but managed to swallow it down without any threat of suffocation.
2D was starting to grow frustrated.
'Wot's he staring at me like tha' for?' he thought to himself in panic, biting at his lip. You see, it's not hard to sympathize with 2D when Murdoc was involved. Murdoc's relentless beatings had made 2D stand on edge for the better part of his career. If 2D voiced something stupid, there was no doubt that he would get something thrown at him. If 2D spoke up to Murdoc, there was almost always some sort of physical malady. Basically, 2D was on a tightly wound leash, and none other than the sadist Murdoc Niccals happened to be his brutal bastard of an owner.
Truly irked and utterly edged-off, 2D silently shuffled out of the kitchen, bag of discolored grapes in tow.
It's going to start off with glare-stares and I think it will eventually lead into MurdocX2D.
Something that popped into my mind one fine evening.
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