Author's Note: Alright, chapter 2 finally ^^ Finally getting to the meat of things. Feel free to review, I know there's not much to the story yet but soon enough. Not wanting to rush through this one.

The next breath 2D realized he was taking was shallow, entirely uncomfortable. In fact, his whole body was uncomfortable. Each muscle in his back, neck, limbs, and everywhere else was squeezed into a tight ball, aching in sharpening throbs the more he came to.
"Feh—ouch!" He muttered, realizing his voice was right in his ears. It was utterly dark, his eyes unable to pierce it to see any surroundings. What felt to be four walls were pressed around him, forcing him into the unnatural pose he was in.

"Hh—E-Ello?" He tried, remembering someone had been there when he passed out. Where was he? Did some fans finally find him and kidnap him? He remembered some frightening letters he had received after leaving Gorillaz; and frightening was putting it lightly. The crazed fans had somehow found his mum's address too… He appreciated his fans, but like any, they could go too far. Sometimes he still thought back to before the Gorillaz fully formed. How terrified he had been that his oddly altered appearance would be badly received for the 'ultimate band', especially as a front man. Even he had been chilled to the bone seeing those inky black orbs staring back at him in the mirror for the first time. He didn't look human, he thought. But that was why Murdoc picked him. Well, one of the reasons.

And many people had come to even admire his eyes once they got used to it.
Almost too much for some of the fans…

He feared many possibilities as he waited for an answer, unable to really wait as he struggled to breathe. His breathing had quickened, siphoning what little oxygen could enter his tiny prison. He became dizzy, head aching so badly from being pressed up against the leathery wall that a wave of nausea came over him.
"Someone, please..? I can' breathe in 'ere… Anyone?" His voice grew fainter and he squinted at the effect it all had on his head. He dreaded the fact that he knew his pills had been left behind. Damnit.
"''Ello…?"

No answer…only a faint sound he couldn't place. Sort of a 'whooshing' that grew and fell. What did it remind him of? It felt so obvious but he couldn't place it.

Was he going to die in here? No, there had to be a way. He could move a little.
Ignoring his head as best he could, he wiggled in the confined space, grunting. He managed to get one of his lanky legs up against a wall, pushing. It hurt so badly he knew he couldn't keep it up for long. He cursed under his breath in pain, trying to pull his leg out of the position and finding himself stuck.
"F—'Ello!? Come on, why'd you kidnap me for if you're gonna jus' lock me up in-S' this a suitcase!? 'Ello!?" He shouted this time, voice losing it's air immediately. He was forced to breath tiny shallow breaths, dizzier and dizzier as his own exhaling was doing him in.

He thought of giving up…just going to sleep. Suffocating wasn't a fun way to go out by any means, but it beat some things, right?
His eyelids fell closed, not that it mattered. He tried to calm his thoughts, empty out his mostly empty head, so he believed. He could feel the delirium setting in, misplaced song lyrics starting to play over the rushing sound outside. Yeah…maybe this wasn't so bad. Were those footsteps he was hearing now?
-WHUMP
-until a sudden impact struck the wall of the suitcase. 2D hadn't realized that the container was on a hill….not until the black void around him spun and crashed against unseen terrain as it tumbled.
"AAAahhuuu—Eck'-Ahhh Owwch—AuuhAAAAHHH." A ramble of screaming and gasping as each bump sent a white flash across his vision, his head screaming along with him. He finally came to a stop, a voice outside catching his attention and making his whimpering go quiet.
"Aha, see? There he is! I told you, Cyborg, the post always comes at a ridiculous hour out 'ere. And no knock either. Bloody rude if you ask me…"

Was that….?
There was absolutely no doubt it was-

"Oi! Murdoc!? Focking'—Lemme out of 'ere! Where do you get off—You—you-" 2D's anger rose quickly, his head protesting and his lungs doing similarly as he demanded freedom. He couldn't keep it up though, going quiet as he nearly went unconscious with that last string of words. There was no welcome reception from him for his green-skinned friend, and clearly there was no warm welcome for 2D either!

"Shhh, shhh, faceache, calm yer shit. Don't wanna croak in there now, do you?" The man laughed, sounding his usual combination of malicious and pleasant, all twisted up with that awful voice like he'd gargled some nails and drank a gallon of pickle juice.
The way the man always seemed to enjoy the blue-haired man's misery like the highest form of comedy was baffling.

It sent an unpleasant shiver down 2D's spine. He wanted to protest but found himself nodding off, simply whimpering something he knew was unintelligible. Something angry, he thought.

Boots stomped their way over, spindly fingers fiddling with the latches on the case.

"I'll take that silence as peace well-made…-Ell, how'd they even fit you in 'ere...?" The green-skinned man grumbled thoughtfully under his breath as he struggled with the latches. They were probably stuck with 2D's body pressing so much from within, straining the little flip-locks.

"Cyborg, a little assistance luv? Can't get it open. Completely jammed."
Another set of footsteps made 2D tense up.

Did he say….Cyborg? Was 2D simply delirious from lack of oxygen?

Another scream that could have been his last squeezed from the singer's lungs as what he was sure was gunfire sounded right next to his head, completely killing his sense of hearing for a few moments. Nothing but shrill ringing filled his senses. Another shot forced a whimper from him again before the case suddenly gave way to his leg pressing against it, a rush of crisp—very smelly air filling his lungs. He gasped it in desperately, no matter how it offended. The blue-haired man pushed himself up quickly, tearing out onto the ground where he collapsed on sore muscles.

"Oi oi, oi! Hold it, dullard!" Murdoc called at him, growling in frustration. "Where the hell deh you think yer goin'? Fucking idiot." Murdoc's voice was garbled with ringing still but 2D was well-tuned to the voice, cringing at the feeling of crunching…plastic? Paper? It smelled sweet and foul, salty…Salty? The air all around was thick with the unmistakable reek of seawater. Ripe seawater at that. He squinted painfully, the sun so bright he shuddered with the pain it placed in his head.
"Gonna flop off into the big blue like a brainless fish?" The bassist trudged over to 2D while he tried and failed to get up fully.
….Blue? His fathomless eyes finally adjusted to the burn of white light…an expanse of deep blue filling his vision as he lifted his head. So that was the whooshing…. That was the sodding ocean…

How did…-
He stared off dumbly at it, stuttering with furrowed brows.

"See that, dullard? You're in my slice of paradise now. Don't think of running off this time. Nowhere to go anyway. As even your empty tin can can figure out, I'm sure.." A heavy boot pressed on 2D's head, and he shuddered violently at the pain and nausea radiating in his skull.

The singer shirked and gasped in agony as the same boot struck him atop his blue head, drawing the tears that he knew could not stay away forever. God, Murdoc, why did it always have to be the head?
"Now geddup! Got a new album we're gonna work on….jus' you and me. Got a fresh batch of demos that yer gonna sing. Eh? Should be fun, right?"" The threat was low and clear, if a bit tame for Murdoc- but 2D couldn't even process what these things meant yet.

"Welcome to Plastic Beach, mate."

Plastic Beach? Was this a new Barbie brand deal?