2D didn't know how long he had been walking for. At least a good solid hour, maybe more, but most likely not less. He had passed quite a few people, but once again, nobody seemed to have noticed him. It was light out, but there were grey clouds in the sky, and it started to rain. 2D sighed; he forgot to bring an umbrella.
He forgot to bring anything, really. But what did it matter? Nobody could see him. It wasn't just his bandmates. It was everyone. Nobody could see him, most likely nobody in the entire universe. It was almost as if he had stopped existing. He wondered if maybe he died and was a ghost or something. That could possibly explain things a little better.
If I'm a ghost, then I could fly, 2D thought. He jumped in an attempt to do so, and he crashed to the ground. Good thing nobody could see him. It hurt. But not too much that he couldn't go on. Okay, he thought, I'm not a ghost, and so I can't fly. So... why can't anyone see me then? He kept walking, trying to figure out what the hell was going on.
It started to rain harder. 2D shivered. It was also getting kind of chilly. He had most definitely done some piss-poor-planning here. He should have worn a jacket. But really, who can plan for being invisible? This was pretty short-notice. He shivered again.
Every time he saw someone, he smiled and waved, hoping that they possibly could see him. But, everyone just walked past him. He even tried walking into someone, but whenever he tried to do that, the person would move to the side a little and 2D would miss them. Odd.
He walked past people, cars, buildings, everything, completely unnoticed. The rain kept up and wouldn't stop. 2D was cold, wet, bored, sad, and tired, all at once. The really only good side, and a minor one at that, was that he wasn't being mobbed by the usual bunch of fangirls. But he wouldn't have minded fangirls even, if they actually noticed him.
He sighed. He was not having a good day. He felt another headache coming on. Time went marching on. He walked until he found a bench. He sat down to rest, even though it was raining. He had been walking for who knows how long, and he was very tired. He hoped nobody would sit on him. He stared straight ahead, sighing, wondering if anyone would ever be able to see him again. He closed his eyes.
He woke up to find that he was lying down on the wet bench. He sat up and blinked. It was dark, and the rain had stopped. How he had managed to sleep while it was raining, he had no idea. But he did. He stood up and stretched. At least he wasn't tired anymore. And, for some strange reason, he still wasn't hungry.
He continued walking. It was still very strange, not being seen. It was almost as if his life's purpose had been flushed down the drain because of this whole being invisible thing. Now all he was was a nomad, going from place to place. He had no home anymore, he decided. There was no point in going back to Kong. He had basically stopped existing.
He walked on and on, unsure of where he was going, and never looking back. A few times he even had thoughts of suicide, because everything seemed really sucky. But mostly he didn't even try to go through with it. Although, once, he did try to get in front of a car, which completely missed him. He figured then he probably couldn't be killed by anything, as well as not being seen or heard. So, he kept walking.
He was bored. This chapter's kind of boring. He looked around. There were people around, even though it was night. He hoped one or two people could see him, but the answer was a resounding 'no'. He sighed. He shouldn't have even gotten out of bed, he thought. But no matter, that was the past, he couldn't change it. Unless he had a time machine, which he didn't. So he kept walking.