I'm back! And I have the Plastic Beach deluxe edition! I'm so happy about that. I love this album, though for people looking to buy it, I'd say find a cheap version of the deluxe edition. (on amazon or something, if you really care about the online stuff, just buy the normal one if not) I'm pleased with the online content, but the DVD left me wanting a lot more, so the album and online perks were worth it, but not really the DVD, sadly. Anyways, I'll shut up and get on with the chapter.
This chapter is more contemplative for everyone, it's more of a reflective period for Murdoc, 2D, and Cyborg Noodle. There are 2058 words in this chapter not counting the intro and outro.
Enjoy!~
The setting was dark and gloomy, the only light being a small lamp and the light of a few various monitors. It was a safe place, yet terrifying. Beautiful, but ugly. His own little space, but his own endless prison.
2D watched a few zombie films to calm down and distract from the whale looming outside. The films were all as cheesy as ever, but he didn't mind. He hugged his pillow closer to his body as he watched thoughtlessly. It felt like this was perhaps his only comfort in the harsh, ugly pink beach.
The movie hit one of those dreaded 'boring' parts, but instead of fast forwarding, 2D dared to draw the curtains fully open, the whale usually wasn't around at this particular time of the evening, thankfully. A dim bluish light colored the walls, and slowly shifting rays of heavily refracted moonlight from the surface danced inside the room. 2D thought deeply as the fish and other sea creatures passed by his window, he tried to think about anything that would distract him from Noodle or Russel. They both had picked on him some in the past, and he'd done a little teasing himself, but it was usually just lighthearted play, like friends would do.
He knew it was a stupid wish, and he knew that by all means he should absolutely abhor Murdoc, but sometimes he wished that he and Murdoc were like that. He wished that they could play around and be.. more like family. He had said no to another phase, but if Murdoc had gone a little differently about asking him, the singer would have at least considered it instead of refusing right away. 2D rolled his eyes at the thought of Murdoc and his dirty underhanded ways.
Murdoc sat around sipping on a drink. He wished there were some damn girls around or something. Real girls. He peered over at the cyborg, who seemed to be occupying herself by terrorizing the fish in the aquarium.
"Don' kill th' poor things, cyborg!" He called. "Sweet satan…"
The cyborg backed away from the aquarium, but still watched the frightened fish swim around frantically.
She wasn't half bad looking, the way Murdoc saw it, but he longed for some real women, nice pretty ones that he could shag. Man, if he just had girls he'd be set. And then perhaps someone to watch that brain dead headache... He scoffed at the thought of the singer. It was always a chore when he was around, especially now that he'd, after over ten years, began to grow a spine. He even had the nerve to dodge when Mirdoc tried to punch him the other day!
"Idiot dent face.." He muttered.
Somewhere deep and hidden in Murdoc's twisted brain, he did feel a little sorry for 2D. Somewhere, he knew that 2D wouldn't be like this if it weren't for him, but the overwhelming part of the bassist insisted that the little sod shouldn't have been in the way of his car in the first place.
It wasn't all bad though, Murdoc had nursed the boy to health, kind of. He could've just left the little brat to die, but instead, he took care of him. For that, 2D owed Murdoc his soul and no one would tell the bassist otherwise. Murdoc felt very deeply that he, in fact, owned 2D and had the right to do whatever he pleased with him. He had already taken some of the singer's organs, after all. But, also deep in his dark heart of hearts, Murdoc felt responsible for 2D. 2D may have annoyed him to no end, but he'd almost grown used to it. During the band's hiatus, life had grown somewhat tedious without hearing the singer's annoying little accent or having to look at his stupid blue hair or odd black eyes. Murdoc treated 2D poorly, and he knew it, but damned if anyone else was going to take that from him.
Murdoc checked his clock. It was getting late. He swept a few miscellaneous items off of his bed and lay on his back, arms outspread. Maybe that little bugger isn't so bad… He thought as he closed his eyes and slept.
2D finally began to grow drowsy after he popped his third horror film into the blu-ray player. As the noise of the movie seemed to blur and fade to his tired ears, he remembered a song. It was a lullaby, actually, that his mother would sing to him as a boy and even as a young man. He didn't know why he'd forgotten about it for so long, but then, he did tend to forget things. Stupid car accidents.. He stifled a yawn and sang his mother's lullaby quietly, his voice scratchy from tiredness and the long, boring days. He entered a dreamless, peaceful sleep, one of those that everyone longs for, but rarely gets.
The night wore on gradually like it always did. As usual, the beach had a life of its own. Bit by bit, with rubbish and flotsam plenty, the island grew. Now, it would still take a long time for the island to grow by feet or even meters, but the fact still remained that the heap of trash was growing, a rotten wasteland right in the middle of the ocean. It disgusted Cyborg Noodle, who was now standing on the beach alone. She'd finished charging for the night, and Murdoc was asleep, so he didn't seem to need anything, but she left some rum by his bed just in case.
The robot sneered at the beach. She couldn't understand it, but the sight of all the waste and decay made something twist inside her. She wondered if it was one of those feelings that Murdoc talked about sometimes. Not that he talked about them very often, but enough for the the cyborg to grasp the concept.
She tried to piece it together logically. She was composed of circuitry and AI technology, things that could mimic feeling, but could not create it. Then she was also crafted from the DNA of a real person, which helped shape who she was and what she could do. Therefore, tt was logical that she could experience a human thought or feeling, but she had no answer for why of all things she would feel hate for the beach. Her circuitry couldn't come up with anything, so she ignored whatever it was and strolled quietly down the beach. Plastic bottles and other such debris crunched and cracked whenever she stepped on them. Beneath the surface of the water, a dark form moved fluidly. Cyborg Noodle recognized it as the whale, most likely just making its night time rounds, but it was oddly close to the surface. The whale slowed its pace and faced away from the island. It turned its head to the side and surfaced to see something far in the distance. Cyborg Noodle looked in the same direction to figure out what the whale might be trying to look at. It was a large brown dome, the same dome that she'd been seeing every once in a while for quite some time.
It wasn't moving forward from what her scanners could tell, but it was much closer than it had been previously, and she still couldn't decide what it could possibly be. She scoffed and looked down at the whale. The mammoth seemed to be returning to its patrol. The cyborg stretched her arms over her head and decided to follow the whale's example. She held her gun high and began her own patrol of the island.
2D woke up early the next morning with a skull-splitting pain in his head. He opened his eyes slowly, but immediately regretted it and closed them. The irregular, dancing rays of light from the surface made him feel nauseous. He began to gag and promptly bolted out of his bed, running to the bathroom where he quickly emptied the contents of his stomach, mostly just bile. After finishing with that, he sat on the floor and leaned back so that his head rested on the wall. He moaned pitifully. This was terrible he felt like he was dying. After a few moments the pain subsided slightly, and 2D finally stood up and ambled down the hallway weakly.
"'as anyone got a cup?" A familiar male voice called from near the lift.
It was the maintenance man, Dave, no doubt looking for a brew. He spotted 2D and walked over, that creepy smile plastered on his round face. Dave always did seem scary to 2D. The two had spoken at length one day and 2D was now pretty well convinced that Dave had murdered his wife.
"Ah, there's someone! Mornin' 2D." He called.
"Ughh… Morning…" 2D managed.
"'ey, you don' look too good."
"I'm not…" 2D moaned. "Don' yew 'ave.. werk or somefin to do..? The lift's still… faulty…"
"I was just lookin' for a cup." The little man said, exasperated.
"Go ask Murdoc or.. Woteva…"
"Okay, okay." The man shrugged. "Just take it easy, you look mighty sick."
2D nodded and went on to his room, where he quickly scrambled around for his pills. He found the bottle he was searching for and took several of the oval-shaped pills. Afterwads, he lay still for a while until the pain subsided. When an hour or so had passed, he dragged himself out of bed and ascended the lift. He walked quickly out of the lift and through the entrance to Murdoc's forsaken island mansion. The air carried the unpleasant smell of rotting matter and seawater, but it was still nice to get a breath of– somewhat- fresh air. He pulled a package of smokes and a lighter from his pocket and lit one of the cigarettes. He took a slow drag and exhaled deeply. Noodle'd be upset with me fer smokin so moch. 'specially after takin' my pills. He thought to himself with a grin.
Unnoticed, the cyborg followed 2D out of the entrance. She waited behind him for a few moments while he smoked and thought of Noodle.
"2D." She called finally, making the man instantly tense up.
He ignored her, wishing he could be free of that rotten Murdoc and his stupid cyborg for even just a day. As the smoke poured out from his lips, the Cyborg spoke again.
"2D." She tried again.
No response. She took a few steps closer.
"I can go get the whale."
2D peered at her over his shoulder, appearing slightly exasperated.
"Wot, wot d'yew need? 'm listenin', dammet. 'f this's about cleanin' tha studio agin, tell Murdoc i's 'is turn."
"No, it is not about the studio. I came because.. I had a question."
2D couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, he definitely wasn't expecting this. Since when did she ask questions? The little piece of junk usually just walked around all day like it was better than him. He turned and looked at her.
"Uh, awright.. Wot did'ya need?" He asked waiting for her to say something stupid and then laugh at him like Murdoc would.
"I want to know about your eyes."
Now 2D was dumbstruck. He just figured she knew the story. As far as he could detect though, the little robot was sincere about her question, and wasn't planning to trick him.
"Well.. uhm.. I's a long story. Murdoc neva told yew?"
"I asked him once, but he did not provide much of an answer."
"Why d'yew wont t'know anyway? Don't yew 'ate me or somefink?" 2D asked coldly.
"I do not hate you. I.. was just curious." The cyborg replied.
For a moment, 2D could have utterly sworn that there was a hint of hurt in her voice. This wasn't the real Noodle, but he still couldn't hurt her feelings, even if she was just a robot.
"I guess I can tell yew about it." He shrugged. "But it'll take a while."
The cyborg nodded. 2D mentally facepalmed. Of course she wouldn't care how long it took, she didn't need food or anything, and she was probably fully charged. He sighed deeply and shuffled through his thoughts to find a good starting point.
"Well, I used t'work at a place called Uncle Norm's Organ Emporium back when I wos a teen.."
Aand enter flashback-ish sequence. It'll probably only last a chapter or two, but obviously, any fanfiction writer in this fandom has to retell the ram-raid story, heehee.
So, giant thank you for all the faves and story alerts and to those who reviewed! Stuff like that tells me that people enjoy the story, and it's always wonderful to know that you guys are watching out for this story. It definitely keeps me going.
Obviously though, no one has to do any of that. If you just like reading my little story, then read on, loves!
As a side note, I'm honestly not quite sure where Russel is at this point in the phase, since I have seen pictures of him on the beach, but in the "Journey to Plastic Beach" video, it seemed like Russel was still a ways away from the island. Anywho, I'll try to go fish up this info, and if it turns out that he's at the island now, then I'll incorporate it in to the story sooner rather than later.
~Mwah. 3 Hope you enjoyed and look forward to next chapter!