Disclaimer: i don't own Gorillaz
She had failed. The one time when someone's (or something depending on how you look at it) life had rested on her shoulders, the one time someone's life depended on her, and she had failed.
Noodle looked at the lifeless cyborg, almost hoping that it would spring to life, dance a jig, anything! And yet, it stayed still. No longer twitching, the yellow glow in its eyes finally fading to a dull black.
How could she have failed? The android had depended on her! Had thought of her as a sister! How could she let her little sister down?
Noodle quivered in shame. How could she face Russel and 2D? They had been relying on her to bring Cyborg back! The guitarist hung her head. There was nothing she could do. Cyborg could never be fixed; could never be brought back.
Images flashed in her head; memories of how she had spent time with Cyborg in the weeks leading up to this tragic event. She mentally kicked herself. This was just making it harder. It hurt more now that she remembered how Cyborg had acted.
Noodle remembered teaching her about emotions and dreams. She remembered laughing when Cyborg had asked if humans were psychic. And she remembered promising Cyborg that she could have dreams if her programming was altered a little. She had been so excited. Now she would never get the chance to have a dream.
And it was all Murdoc's fault.
Noodle finally decided that she should get the others. Cyborg may not have been a real human. But if she was given a proper send-off like a human, then maybe she could be happy. It was the least they could do.
After making her decision, Noodle left the android in the engine room and used the lift to travel up to the studio, where hopefully, her other bandmates would be. She didn't want to have to round everyone up and get their hopes up just to bring them crashing down again when she finally told them the news.
Lady Luck was on her side. The other three were sitting and watching the tv. Well, Murdoc was. 2D was tapping the side of the fish tank nervously. Russel was gazing out of the window awkwardly. On hearing Noodle approach, the two looked up, instantly making it clear what they wanted to hear.
Since Cyborg and 2D had spent a little time together, he'd grown less afraid of her and actually grew quite fond of her. And it was because of 2D's growing confidence around the robot that set Russel's mind at ease. Besides, Russel had also found some of her antics in the previous weeks quite amusing.
The japanese guitarist hesitated upon seeing their hopeful expressions, before finally shaking her head slowly, as a way of telling them. She couldn't think of anything to say.
"She's dead?"
Noodle nodded. That was the only way to describe it anyway.
"I've tried everything." she said slowly. Russel and 2D stared at her in shock until something else caught their attention.
Laughter. And not just any laughter. Murdoc. Turning to face him, all three band members found him on the floor laughing. It definately wasn't because of what was on the tv, he had switched it off when seeing Noodle out of the corner of his eye. He was laughing because he had been successful. Well, he laughed until Russel hit him very hard over the head.
2D looked back to Noodle. "Wot do we do?" She shrugged, "Give her a funeral i suppose..." This comment just made Murdoc laugh once again. The others decided to ignore him then.
"Wait Noodle, how are we gonna have a funeral? We can't exactly bury her, and we don't even have a coffin!" Russel said.
The 21 year old thought about this. He was right. How could they even give Cyborg a proper funeral without a coffin or without burying her? Noodle bit her lip anxiously. There had to be another way.
"'Ow 'bout we sink 'er?" Noodle and Russel turned towards the singer, disbelief written on their faces.
"Are you serious 2D? That's how she died in the first place!" Noodle yelled. 2D flinched slightly. He didn't mean it like that.
"No, i mean, she always liked the sea. She could never go innit tho'. So if we, like sink 'er somewhere out ta sea, then she'll be 'appy coz she'll finally get ta go in tha water..." He explained.
Noodle was about to yell at him again. But suddenly, it actually started to sound like a good idea. But she had to be certain.
"Are you sure that's what she would want?" 2D nodded quickly, not wanting to make his friend any more angry or upset than she already was. Noodle nodded then, seemingly agreeing with him.
"So, we're havin' this funeral out at sea then?" Russel asked, hoping to finally get an agreement. Noodle nodded, settling the issue on how the funeral for Cyborg was going to be carried out.
The three made their way down to the engine room. Seeing the lifeless cyborg once again reminded Noodle of her failure. Russel picked her up and they traveled to the entrance, walking down the steps to the pier silently.
Climbing into one of the little wooden boats, Russel rowed them out to sea, not too far from Plastic Beach, but far enough for the cyborg to sink into the bottomless depths below.
"Anyone wanna say anything?" Russel asked. 2D opened his mouth, though no words came. Slowly he closed it again and shook his head.
"Noodle?" Russel asked again. Noodle shook her head slightly, keeping her gaze downwards. She was afraid that if she tried to say something, she may cry. She didn't want to cry. She wanted to be strong. But it was getting harder to ignore the tears that were building up.
Russel didn't say anything. What could he say? He didn't like Cyborg for so long. It was only recently that he'd started to like her.
All three of them picked up the cyborg and gently lowered her into the water, watching her sink until finally, she could no longer be seen.
Looking out of the window of the studio was Murdoc, watching as the figures in the small boat lowered something else into the water. He knew that something was Cyborg. Even though he was the one who had created her, he didn't regret any of it. There could only be one guitarist. And there will only ever be four members of Gorillaz. Cyborg's "death" was inevitable; it was going to happen sooner or later.
The Satanist took another swig of rum.
"We don' need a fifth wheel."
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After tying the boat back up to the pier, Russel, 2D and Noodle had gone their separate ways. Russel had gone to his room, 2D had decided to walk around all of Plastic Beach, thinking about who knew what, and Noodle had gone back inside.
At first, Noodle thought that she should go back to her room. But as she looked at the buttons of the elevator, she decided to visit the engine room one last time. Besides, she never had the chance to look at Cyborg's room properly, even if it was just a cupboard.
As the lift began to descend towards her chosen destination, Noodle began to feel strangely nervous. So when the lift finally stopped and opened up its doors, she began to wonder if this was a bad idea.
The guitarist thought for a few moments before making her decision. She was upset right now. She didn't want to cheer up. What better way to drown in misery than visit your dead robot sister's room? And that was exactly what she did.
On entering the cupboard, Noodle found it incredibly small. How on earth did Cyborg cope living in here? Oh right...she was a cyborg.
Up on the walls and on shelves were all kinds of weapons: guns, grenades, more guns. On one of the walls was a Twilight poster, a red heart drawn around Robert Pattinson's head. Noodle smiled sadly; Cyborg may not have been real, but it appeared that she still managed to have a little crush on a movie star.
Next to the poster was a shelf, and on the shelf was the little mouse Doing. Noodle almost laughed from the memory it brought back. She still wondered why Cyborg said "Doing" while introducing it to 2D. Noodle didn't think that she would ever forget 2D's adorable confused expression or Cyborg's mad grin from that time. It was just too funny...and cute.
Suddenly, Noodle fell back, hitting her head on the back wall slightly. She looked to the floor, wondering what had tripped her. A bucket. She almost blushed with embarrassment at how a bucket had managed to trip her up. Wait, why was there a bucket in here?
Noodle was about to ponder this more when something fell from the back wall and into her lap. It was a piece of paper. She switched on a nearby lamp so she could see why it was up on the wall. It appeared to be blank. But on closer inspection, Noodle found that there appeared to be something written on the back.
Flipping the paper so she could look properly, she felt her heart sink. It was a drawing. It looked like a child had drawn it. But after spending a few moments looking at it, she realised that it was a picture of her and Cyborg. In the picture, they were holding hands and smiling. Both figures had purple scribble for hair, Noodle dressed in a red dress with Cyborg dressed in what appeared to be her normal military clothes. Noodle's suspicion was confirmed when she saw the dark green scribble on top of the purple, with a red star in the middle. Underneath the two badly drawn figures was some writing. And once reading it, Noodle finally let the tears fall.
"Me and Onee-chan"
And here is the end of Cyborg's Diary. It's so strange, this story originally had no plot and was supposed to be funny. And then it turned into a story with a plot which turns into a tragic end. O_O
Anyway, let me know if you liked it!
