Murdoc:Badass? He's always been faceache to me!
2-D:'ey! That's not nice!
Murdoc:See what I mean?
Me:Shut up Murdoc, anyways, here's another chapter.
Noodle:I love 2-D the way he is.
2-D: =)
Me: =)
Cyborg stood in the corner, sighing as she took in Noodle's expression. She, herself wasn't exactly thrilled that Noodle was back, but what could she do? Everyone wanted her around, 2-D, Russel, even Murdoc. She wanted to be friends, but it seemed an unlikely thing at the time.
"'ey Cyborg, wanna sit wif us?" 2-D offered, Cyborg lifted her head, a flicker of excitement in her eyes as she skipped over to the table, Noodle shot 2-D a glare. 'Wot?'; he mouthed. Cyborg sat down next to Murdoc, still sipping her can of oil. He smiled at her presence.
"Eyyyyyyyy luv, could you bring me more rum?" He said, slurring. Noodle shook her head before Cyborg could answer.
"Murdoc, I think you've had enough for now." Cyborg glared at her and stood up anyways, but Russel placed a hand on her shoulder.
"Sit Cyborg, Noodle's right. Murdoc, you don't need any more rum." Murdoc swatted at the sir.
"Ohhhh, bugger off! I'll get it meself!" He stood up, but fell to his knees. Cyborg hurried to his side, helping him stand again, a look of panic across her face.
"Master?" She asked, worried. He smiled drunkly.
"I'm fine luv, just a bit dizzy, um, I'm gonna take a nap-" he nudged Cyborg. She forced a smile, she couldn't help but worry, he was really drunk, and it was early. But she led him to his room, where they 'took a nap' again. Russel rolled his eyes, then he pointed at 2-D"
"You ever act like that to Noodle and I'ma bust your head, ya dig?" 2-D gulped and nodded, Noodle rolled her eyes.
"Please, Russel! You know that's not 2-D! Besides, I'm 20." He sighed. 2-D cleared his throat, then changed the subject.
"So, Russel, did yew get yer drums fixed?" Russel smiled.
"Yeah, they're fine." A few nights ago, Russel and Murdoc had gotten into a big arguement after he stepped on Russel's drums, it was bad timing, because Murdoc was already furious, his only bottle of whiskey had gone missing. He needed extra liquor, because he couldn't come up with new songs for their new album, so he tried getting drunker than usual, a non-successful result.
Noodle finished her sandwich, as did 2-D and Russel, then they threw their paper plates into the trash, and Russel gave a big long sigh, stretching his arms. "Well, we've got the whole day ahead of us. What do you two wanna do?" Noodle looked down at her feet slowly, 2-D stuttered.
"Er...well, um, we sorta..." 2-D pointed at Noodle, Russel grinned.
"Ahhhhh, I see. Well, I gotta go make sure Murdoc made it to his room without passing out." He lied.
'Thank you' 2-D mouthed before Russel turned to leave, Noodle smiled at 2-D. "Feel like shooting some zombies, luv?"
"Hmmmm, how about your bed instead?" 2-D grinned.
"Sounds good to me." The couple skipped back to the lift, kissing just as the doors shut. Meanwhile, Murdoc lay in his bed, a mischevious grin spread across his face, sweat running down his forehead. Cyborg layed next to him, but her expression was not happy like his. She turned her head to stare at her master, who was asleep. She stood up from the bed, careful, as not to wake Murdoc, she slipped into her army outfit and open his door, a small creaking sound emiting as she did, she turned quickly to make sure he did not wake. She closed the door and called the lift, the chinese man stood inside, she smiled at him.
"Oh, sorry boss!" he said, hiding a half-drunk bottle of whiskey behind his back. "the lift is here, lemme get out of your way." he ran out of the lift, and Cyborg stepped in, pushing the button that took her to Russel's floor. She knocked on his door.
"Russel?" she called.
"Noodle?" he answered.
"No, it's Cyborg."
"Oh, er, come in, Cyborg." She noted the strangeness in his voice as she opened the door, she saw him sitting on his bed, shining his fixed drums. "Whatcha need girl?" She smiled, no one called her anything besides Cyborg. She sat down next to him, although unnecessary, she was a robot.
"Noodle hates me, i'm sure. And, I don't know what to do, I wish she didn't hate me." She sighed. Russel was a bit shocked, he didn't know she had feelings, or wishes... He smiled reassuringly.
"I could talk to her about this, I'm sure she doesn't hate her, it's just..." he trailed off, trying to find words. Strange, this conversation made her feel so human. "I mean, the fact that an exact copy of herself and Murdoc being together kind of freaks her out, you know." Her head snapped up.
"I am hardly even like Noodle! Murdoc loves me for me!" She yelled, Russel's eyes widened as she yelled. Her's did too, she realized that her voice had risen, and she muttered an apology. He smiled again, patting her back.
"I know, but, the resemblence affects Noodle, not Murdoc. Okay, I'll tell her you came to me, that okay Cyborg?" She smiled lightly and nodded. He held his large arm out for a hug, she was not familiar with this action, but she took the hug. "And another thing, you should have a better name." She sighed into his shirt, and thanked him, leaving his room.
Upstairs, 2-D and Noodle were playing video games. Since her return, they hadn't really gone far past kissing, 2-D knew that sex reminded her of traumatizing events in hell, so he would give her time, and, she had vanished just when puberty started, so she didn't exactly know quite what to do. Noodle laughed.
"2-D, not that I'm nopt enjoying this, but do you have any other games besides zombies?" 2-D grinned playfully as he stood up, pausing their game, and searched through his games. It was true, 32 of his games were zombie games, it was hard to find one that wasn't. He finally pulled out a game and read the cover to himself.
"Buffy okay wif yew?" he asked, smiling at the pictures of vampires.
"Well, vampires are better than zombies."
"Nothing...is better than zombies." He corrected. Noodle kissed his cheek and picked up her remote eagerly. 2-D put the game in and they resumed playing. After about 30 minutes of playing, a limping zombie, who could barely manage to walk came into view of the screen.
"Zombie!" Noodle laughed.
"'e's mine!" 2-D said as he punch-kicked the zombie into nothing. Noodle clapped, and 2-D smiled, placing an arm over her tiny shoulders. Then a booming voice from above made them both drop their remotes.
"BLODDY FUCKING HELL!" 2-D rolled his eyes. Since Noodle returned, 2-D no longer was constantly beaten by Murdoc, nor did her fear him. 2-D stood up, reaching out his hand so Noodle could stand, she took it and stood up.
"Wot now!" he complained. They took the lift and went into Murdoc's room, where Murdoc sit at his desk, tons of papers piling everywhere, most of them crumpled into balls, and Murdoc's head down on his desk.
"Murdoc-san, what's wrong?" Murdoc clenched his hair, as if ready to pull it out, then groaned as he picked up an empty beer bottle, throwing it at the wall, breaking into a thousand pieces, almost hitting 2-D.
"Murdoc, why did yew do t'at?" Murdoc glared up slowly at 2-D.
"Ya yelling at meh, faceache?" 2-D gulped, Murdoc hadn't called him that since Noodle arrived.
"Why did yew scream?" 2-D said nervously. Murdoc groaned and clutched his hair again.
"Bloody can't think of any goddamn songs, that's what! My drinking's been doubling since Plastic Beach, and still nothing! Our new albumsd due in 2 months, and I haven't even a name!" He banged his head against the desk again. 2-D looked down at Noodle, who sighed.
"Murdoc, maybe you don't need to drink to think." Murdoc snorted.
"Says you! How do you think I came up with Plastic Beach!" Noodle rolled her eyes and let 2-D's hand fall away from hers as she stomped out of Murdoc's room,, she walked towards the lift, leaving 2-D to talk to Murdoc, when Russel came from around the corner.
"Hey Noodle-girl, can I talk to you for a sec?"
ME:Okay! Hope you liked it! Review, read, tell your friends, donut please!
Noodle and 2-D are making out
ME:... heh, guys? ...