Guess who's got a new Gorillaz fanfic?
I'm going to stick to this one and not write I Love Yoko for a while.
It was just getting boring for me, and I was feeling uninspired. I'm really sorry for the I Love Yoko fans, but I needed to take a massive break from that story. I'm sorry.
Regardless of that, please enjoy this new story. I'm trying to write more emotionally.
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He wasn't happy.
That's all he could determine.
The rum was getting old, and there was no more good food. Over a year on Plastic Beach seemed like an eternity.
And Murdoc Niccals was finished with it.
As the feisty bass player sauntered onto the sundeck, he could only dream of the things he could be doing right now.
He could make another album. He could get more women. He could make more money.
That was it. There weren't many good reasons for him to leave Plastic Beach. Two wasn't enough. He could stay away from the pirates and even worse…Noodle.
He took out a fag and lit it while thinking of his former guitarist.
"Noodle…" he purred. He was like an uncle to her. Of course he missed her, but he was also avoiding her.
Only Satan knew what she would do to him once she saw Cyborg and 2D. 2D was starving, and Cyborg was just…Cyborg.
Murdoc despised the horrible android he had made a year prior. She wasn't Noodle. She never would be.
It got the job done, and it was the only thing good about her. She was easy to manipulate, he thought, unlike the Faceache, who he had conveniently locked in the underwater basement.
The slimy green man laughed and took a long drag. Faceache.
He hated him, too.
The hatred was mutual.
Murdoc and 2D had their moments of humor and laughter; however they were becoming more infrequent.
It wasn't like Kong at all.
Kong was happy, and Noodle was always bouncing around making everyone happy.
The bassist thought of Noodle again. She was never completely off of his mind.
Had she died?
He quickly pushed the thought out of his head, but it wasn't working. The thought of her falling out of the glorious, blissful windmill island almost made him sob.
He was Murdoc Niccals.
He didn't cry.
He used anger.
"F*ck!" he screeched. His mismatched eyes flared with anger and he stomped out his cigarette on the floor of the sundeck.
It wasn't fair.
2D sat down in his underwater prison. He hadn't gotten any new films from Murdoc's Netflix account lately.
Murdoc had his rum, and 2D had his zombie films.
Even the thick singer knew that they were running out of both things.
They were also running out of patience.
His nerves still flickered, even though the whale was gone.
Murdoc had gotten tired of his constant screaming and let the whale go. 2D had a small party with his life-sized Spider Man figurine.
It wasn't much, but it was the most fun he had had in a long time.
2D never expected Noodle to come back.
He told himself this every single day. He was on a schedule.
And it was quite a sick, dark one.
First he would wake up at sunrise. The little bit of the sun he could see reminded him of Noodle.
Her emerald eyes would always sparkle like the sun.
The Cyborg brought down breakfast every other day. Those days were always memorable. Sometimes the singer would almost get shot for even moving an inch.
Other times the Cyborg would offer more than a piece of toast. If it was an especially good day, she brought down some expired orange juice and the toast would be buttered.
Once, she brought down a single moldy strawberry along with the toast.
2D appreciated the gesture, but promptly threw it across the room.
After breakfast, the lanky bluenette either hid from the whale or paced across the room.
Lately, since the whale was gone, he would just pace.
He would be at it for hours, sometimes only thinking about the Japanese guitarist the whole time.
He almost never got any other meals during the day. If Murdoc decided to pig out that day, 2D would get the leftover table scraps, even if they were inedible.
After his meal, if he had one, he would sneak up to the roof and bring one of the acoustic guitars from the studio with him. Murdoc had finally learned that letting the singer out for short periods of time kept him temporarily sane.
He informed the Cyborg of this, and she was ordered not to attack 2D if he came out between the hours of seven and nine.
It was seven now. Time for his walk.
His routine sickened him every time he went through it. He felt horrible about everything.
Nothing ever changed.
Despite not eating for two days, he sprinted into the lift the moment he saw the automatic timed lock light turn off. He jammed the "roof" button a little too hard.
The lift chuggled up to the roof, almost collapsing during the process.
The cold metal doors opened and 2D was exposed to the beautiful sunset. It was a stunning concoction of purple and red.
He saw the purple and thought of Noodle.
2D closed his dark orbs and saw Noodle's dark violet hair swishing in front of him. He rapidly shook his head and walked over to the spot where he kept his guitar. He didn't bother taking it back to the Studio every single day.
The man wasn't lazy.
He physically didn't have the energy to walk only a few more feet than he had to.
Murdoc marched back inside and tapped his Cuban heels ridiculously hard on the floor. He was still almost boiled over with rage.
He didn't care anymore. He didn't care about Noodle, Faceache, or even Russel.
He needed to get out.
And he needed to do it now.
He quickened his pace and entered his room. The door was one that you would find in a submarine. Someone had spraypainted "Mudz" on it in red.
He needed to find the wanker that did that. But that was the last thing on his to do list.
The bass slayer knocked all of the hats off his bed with a single swish of his arm. He didn't exactly have any clothes to pack. He hastily grabbed an extra pack of cigarettes and his old, foreign rum and stormed towards the door once again.
He turned the large, nautical handle a few revolutions and became face to face with his digital creation.
She looked worse than usual. Her electromagnetic veins pulsed across her face, making her skin look more synthetic than it really was.
Murdoc frowned. Her totalitarian attitude would just make him more furious. Her monotone voice would set him off even more, only because it wasn't…
It wasn't…
He couldn't put a finger on it. What wasn't it?
After a few seconds of dazed thought, he knew it.
It wasn't Noodle.
It was too un-Noodle.
He held up his hand to slap her out of the way. She didn't move and took the slap.
"Sir…" she said weakly. Her internal system was briefly harmed.
Murdoc didn't respond, causing immediate concern to the young robot.
"Sir, is something wrong? Your behavior is not regular. Do you have a fever?" she held her hand to his forehead only to be slapped again.
"Nothin's wrong, ya bloody git! 'M leavin'!"
The Cyborg stepped back awkwardly. She wasn't programmed to understand what to do in this situation.
She rapidly searched her database for possible answers; nothing.
"S-Sir…malfunction. P-Please update database." She asked weakly.
Murdoc had no plan to update her. He stomped past her, leaving her in a state of utter robotic confusion.
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