AUTHOR'S NOTE/ MUST READ!: OMG this site has a Gorillaz section! :DDD YES I LOVE YOU PEOPLE! :D lol, so I officially have an obsession over the band Gorillaz and I think I may know the characters well enough to write a story about them: ) (well at least I know I know 2D well enough xD) So I wanna try writing one :D lol. Tell me if it's any good! Also, idk if this is the first stories on here that is actually from one of the band members point of views but I am going to do it from my favorites point of view, and I'm sure you already know who that is :D 2D! 3
Okay so I figure I should explain. I'm no good at making them say things in there.. Accents? Or whatever you want to call it? So I'll try my best. And I know that 2D slurs 'think' and 'something' to 'fink' and 'somefing' but I'm just going to turn anything that starts with a 'th' into an f xD
Oh and of course I'm aware that 2D is extremely.. Slow but I can't really make him sound slow in his thoughts so you're just going to have to deal with him having enough words written on that blank sheet of paper in his skull to narrate a story. Although we all know that story would mutate into a zombie story… HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM foreshadowing maybe? ;D ;D nah, I don't foreshadow xD
9 AM… or so. Plastic Beach's underwater room (2D's room)
I sat up slowly. Eyes still closed after sleeping, I wasn't about to open them. For all I knew the curtains on my small single port hole window could be open and that blasted whale be watching me again. I hated whales, and the fact that that sod of a man Murdoc somehow managed to pay one to watch me only made me start hate him. I had no idea how you could pay a whale, but then again I didn't know much at all. I didn't bother to go deep into thought about things unless it was something to do with my music, zombie movies or storms.
Despite my fear, I opened my eyes and quickly glanced at the window. Thankfully the curtains were pulled and there was no way to see the water behind the glass. Yet I still felt like I was being watched.
A shiver rolled down my spine, but I refused to sit still and think about the great beast that could be hiding behind that thin cloth and glass.
I was just standing from my close-to-the-ground bed when a loud creaking rang through the room. I glanced up to the lift across the space to see Noodle step out.
No not the real Noodle, she was supposedly dead. (Though I was trying to avoid that idea and not believe it even if I had seen the El Mañana video myself.) This was Murdoc's death weapon copy of her. Death weapon in the literal sense as the cyborg was loaded with guns and other killing machines right in her metallic body. This cyborg Noodle was used more as a body guard to Murdoc then she was a guitarist and replacement of Noodle. Not that the real Noodle could be replaced, ever.
Anyway, the robot I loathed about as much as I was afraid of stepped straight into my line of sight so I could see every gruesome part of her cold metal body. Her mouth opened and I half expected a gun barrel to poke out of her throat. I was waiting for Murdoc to call that order to her. By now I really didn't care if I was killed or not, being locked in this room was no worse then death.
Instead of the gun though she just spoke to me in her static and unreal voice, "Master sent me to escort you to the recording room."
I blinked, shocked that I was being let out from my jail cell. I hadn't been out in months, not since The Fall album was made and released.
"Really? What for?" I asked.
I got no response, just cold metal hands locking around my wrists and shoving me towards the lift.
"Ow! Okay okay I'm goin'!" I yelped.
Of course it had been a while since I had been on the lift, but even I could notice that it was moving slower and shuddering more then before. This whole island was bound to fall apart at some point. When was Murdoc going to leave? When could I leave? We sold two albums on this island how much more could I do?
"Well face ache. I'm sure you'll be happy to hear that I have found one of our… beloved…band members on a yellow raft in the middle of the ocean not to far from our glorious plastic beach." How was Murdoc capable of making something so great sound so bad and something as horrible like plastic beach sound so great? Even if I had known him for more then 10 years I still couldn't figure him out that well.
"Who?" I asked excitedly, a smile flying across my face.
"That little Japense girl… Noodle." Murdoc drug her name out with venom but I could see the excitement in his black and red eyes
"Noodle!" I shouted, "But I f'ought she was dead!"
"Well obviously not you idiot. Look out there!" Murdoc pointed his long green finger out the window towards the ocean. Way out in the distance you could just barely see a yellow dot that appeared to be coming closer.
"How you so sure that's our Noodle?" I asked.
"Use these." Murdoc threw a pair of binoculars at me, I didn't even flinch at the impact when it hit my head. I was still numb with whatever pain medication I had taken before I fell asleep last night.
I caught the binoculars before they hit the ground with my long arms and held them to my eyes. In the binoculars I could see the yellow dot much cleared, it was in fact a yellow raft with a women in a white dress and a white cat like mask on, dark-almost-blue hair was spiked crazily around the mask.
The last I remember Noodle was… Well anything but a full grown women like that! She was about, what 16 last time I saw her. Flying around on her windmill island like during the Feel Good Inc. video. Now everything was different.
"Well do you f'ink she's coming over here?" I asked.
"Where else is she going to go now face ache? Try to use that tiny brain of yours more often maybe it'll get at least a little bit stronger" Murdoc snapped. Then started to mumble rubbish about me under his breath. I just tuned him out and looked through the binoculars again.
If Noodle was back then we were that much closer to being a band again. All we would need was our kick ass drummer Russel, but the last I had heard he had had a big breakdown. Who knew if he was still as amazing as he was before.
Well, we didn't have to be a band. Just seeing everyone again would be great. Even if we could all do without Murdoc.
I glanced at him once more. He was staring off at sea too. A blank look on his face which of course was an angry look for him. Yet his ugly green face seemed slightly kinder at the sight of our old guitarist.
"What did fey say in that movie again? Oh yeah. Fey say his heart grew free sizes that day." I laughed, referring to The Grinch which seemed like the perfect analogy to the green skinned Murdoc.
Then he turned to look at me. A glare setting onto his face. I knew that look.
"Uh oh" I said, eyes widening.
"Oh look, 2D's eyes are white, he must be worried about something. Well 2D what's bothering you?" Murdoc said mockingly as he rose from his seat.
"Alright Murdoc it was just a joke. Don't take it so hard." I rose my hands in front of me and backed up as he began to come towards me, his face becoming more demon like as he approached me.
"I AM NOT THE GRINCH!" Murdoc roared and threw himself at me.
I screamed and attempted to run but his full body weight fell on top of me and knocked me to the ground.
I took five hard pounds to the head before knocking out cold.
Short chapter.. I know :/ Well it's just a start anyway. Not like it needs to be that long.. Did I portray the characters well enough? I hope so :/ I think I know them well enough but at the same time I mite not… idk.. Well yeah.. There should be more soon J