A/N: Hope everyone had a good easter! This chapter is just filler, please don't hate me, I don't like it either!
I don't want this anymore. I don't want the money, I don't want the fame, I don't want any part of it. I just want Noodle back. She invades my dreams with her sweet voice and beautiful face. She tells me that she's still alive and waiting for me. Waiting for me to go get her. It almost seems as if she's taunting me, knowing that I can't leave this place, yet still making me waste away with longing. Everything about her makes me realized I've been stupid not to realize it sooner. That I've always been completely in love with my sweet Noodle.
2D sat in his underwater bedroom, waiting for something to happen. Nothing had happened in a month now. All he could do was sit on his bed and wait for Murdoc to bring him downstairs to sit with the Noodle cyborg (or Robo-Noodle, as he had decided to call her). This had become a regular chore for 2D, since the previous week, when 2D's sit down with her seemed to calm her failing systems. The first time he sat with her, she had made him realized that he was in love with the real Noodle. Now all he wanted was to sit with the robot and ask more about himself, because clearly she knew more than he did.
That's just sad… he thought. A stupid robot knows more about you than you do… does that make sense? Noodle would know… I wish she were here… as always, his thoughts came back to her. Every time he thought of her, he felt his heart break a little more. No amount of pills could ease this pain. Yet the need for the painkillers seemed to be getting stronger. Any time she would pop into his mind, a pill popped into his mouth.
I feel like a teenage girl…he thought. All this love-angst was getting the better of him. A teenage girl who was dumped at the prom... or someone equally depressed. He wondered if he had ever felt this sad before. There of course were the days after Paula left him, waking up from the coma after the first car accident with Murdoc or when Noodle had disappeared after El Manana without leaving a hint about where she was or if she was alive. No, none of those times had been more soul-crushing than this one.
All the thinking of depression was weighing on him, so he got up to find a new bottle of painkillers. He found one lying in the corner behind an old keyboard. All he wanted now was to go somewhere where he didn't have to think for himself. Somewhere where his subconscious mind would show him what he wanted to see. Somewhere where Noodle was. He flicked the lid off the bottle and ingested 6 pills. Almost instantly, he felt woozy. He flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes slowly, drifting off into another Noodle-filled dream.
A/N: Urgh. I reallt don't like this chapter. I wrote it out of girl-sadness over some stupid boy thing. Ew. I only wrote this so as to follow the pattern that's been created (Noodle, 2D, Noodle,2D, so-on) but please don't hate me now! Next chapter will be waaaaaaaaaay better! Pinky Swear! Please critisize this chapter!