Oh yay, I'm back...(: And I'm writing a story about 2D with a little twist of mine... [[As in some parts are probably a little inaccurate]] this story's told from 2D's POV, starting from the first time he meets Murdoc. Anyways, let's gooo(:

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Prologue: The Light at the End of the Tunnel...Or Not

[[just to warn you, this is just my interpretation of the car accident...]]

August 15th, 1997. Worst. Day. Ever. I could barely get to my job at the organ emporium without needing water to keep me alive. I was nearly half-dead when I stumbled into work that day. I had counter duty today. Lovely. Absolutely lovely. So I just kinda stood there for 3 hours, my eyes fixed on the door each time a customer came in...which wasn't often today because it was so hot and everyone was probably hanging out at the pool or in an air-conditioned house. Everyone but me, that is. We had a fan plugged into the wall and that was it. Nothing else, nope! Suddenly the door opened. Finally! I got right on the job as I observed the person looking at a piano right in front of me. I walked up to them, "Ello sir, interested in this 'ere...piano?" Yeah, the heat was getting to my head a bit.

"Yes uhm..." he squinted and looked at my nametag, which I had stupidly placed upside down, "Stu-Pot... well, it looks nice."

"Plays nice too."

"Really?"

"Well, sure."

"Let's see then."

I sat down in front of it and then played-rather improved, actually- a song. [[A/N: Just if you're wondering, he actually plucks out the notes to the chorus to Feel Good Inc... but that song didn't exist then now, did it? Haha.]]

"Well, I do say that wasn't 'alf bad son."

"Eh, fanks."

"I'll buy it!"

I pulled out a pad of paper and a pen and scribbled "SOLD" onto the paper. I was bent over the piano to write this down. Right as I finished, the customer tapped my shoulder. "Sir...?" he said, sounding worried.

"Wot?" He pointed to the window. Then I looked and saw two headlights about to crash through the window.

"Aww crap!" I said. SMASH! I flew right across the room and square into the counter and landed on the floor. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I couldn't see out of my right eye anymore! I saw a few guys jump into the store and then the room began spinning, and I fell into a coma.

I dreamed during that coma. I remember a small Japanese kid running around joyfully shouting and that's about it. At the end he...or she was on a floating island under attack, it fell from the sky in flames-

THUD! I skidded across what felt like concrete, then opened my eyes. I could barely see out of either. I rose up slowly, groaning and moaning in pain. I turned around and looked at the man driving the car with a smashed windsheild...he was green with black hair and mismatched eyes. He got out of the car and ran up to me. "He's perfect," he said devilishly.

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A/N: Uh...so that's it I guess...