Yay for chapter three! As usual R&R

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2D scrambled down the hall towards the car park. Noodle had definitely noticed something was wrong. "Gotta stay away from Noodle." He breathed as he walked out into the carpark. Stu walked up to the festering bucket of filth that was still just where Murdoc had parked it. He grinned at it. "'M home baby. Did ewe miss me?" He opened the door of the Winnibago and walked inside it. He found just how annoyingly tall he was, he had to bend over to keep the prodigious amount of pine air fresheners out of his face.

A loud squawk from behind him startled him slightly. He looked over his shoulder to the large, filthy, black raven. "Ah, Cortez, did ewe miss me too?" 2D made a move to stroke the bird's feathers. Cortez jumped back from the fingers and posed himself to bite them if they got closer. "Caw!"

2D blinked at the birds odd behavior, it took him a minute before he remembered just what he looked like. He sighed and walked over to one of the cabinets above the sink. A blue container was extricated from the cabinet, getting an excited rise out of the plumed alarm clock. Cortez hopped about the kitchen counter excitedly as 2D dug a long spindly finger into the container of dirt and pulled out a fat night crawler. "Caw!" 2D held the squirming creature out before the birds menacing beak. Cortez snapped the creature out of the singers fingers and swallowed it. "Craw!" He hopped towards 2D and pressed his head against the still outstretched fingers. "Bloody bird'll kiss up ta annaone tha gives 'im food." He scratched the birds head lightly, smiling at him.

"Let's see… Got all the time in the bloody world, nona it'll be blamed on me…" A twisted, foul grin spread over Stu's soft features. He gave a throaty laugh before walking up to the drivers seat of the Winnie, keys in hand. "'Is is gonna be fun." He stuck the key in the ignition and left the carpark.

Several hours later, 2D opened his eyes… Where was he? He looked around the room, a flag over a window, a strange dark alter-ish thing, and a reek like no other. It hit him just as he felt something shift against his lower regions. He was in Murdoc's Winnibago. Now, what had just moved over his groin? He chanced a look to his left. He couldn't help but jump ever so slightly upon finding a woman twined around his body. What did I do last night?! He desperately pleaded in his head. To make matter's worse, it wasn't just restricted to the night, he couldn't remember anything about yesterday after his strange dream about Murdoc. He gulped as he attempted to twist himself out of the woman's grasp, damn she was on there tight! Eventually he swung his legs out of the bed as he squirmed from her grip. This, however, turned out to reveal another rather distressing problem. 2D was very distraught to find two more lovelies sprawled out on the floor. Slowly he stood, and just as slowly, began to step over the not so modestly, or at all, clad women that laid upon the nasty floor.

He yelped when he felt something grip his ankle. He looked downward to the woman wrapped around his leg. "Where you goin' sugar?" She said running a finger dangerously close to his manhood. "Yea, leavin' so soon?" The woman he had pried himself off of was now sitting up smiling at him seductively. "Uhm.. Ladies, I uh, would really like ta stick around but uh… I really 'ave ta be goin'. You understand. Fings ta do, people ta meet." His voice was quivering a bit, he was still quite shaken up about waking up in Murdoc's Winnie with three women he had never met before.

"Ooo, so formal." The third woman, who was now awake, said smiling up at him. "Wot about 'fuck formalities and get your sodding arse over 'ere!' That's wot you said last night." The woman on the bed added. Now 2D had been talking yesterday? Had he been perpetually wasted?! "Uh, I don't remembah tha…" He looked down to the woman still on his leg, "Uh, could you uh… Ge'off?" He lightly tried to pull her fingers off. The woman sank off his leg and gave him a dejected look. "Now, uh… If you lovelies will excuse me…" He turned around and bolted to the entrance of the Winnibago, this was met by a gasp by the women, he didn't look back when he heard them scramble to their feet and go after him. Stu burst out of the Winnie, nearly knocking the door from its' hinges, from there, he all out sprinted to his room. "Wait, Murdoc!! Wot did we do?!" He heard one of the women yell after him. He skidded to a stop right at his door. "Wot didja call me?" He asked turning his head back to look at them.

"Murdoc, it's wot you told us to call you last night." One answered. "Yea, you told us to scream it real loud." Another added. "Oh! Murdoc!" The third demonstrated. "Yea, jus like tha." The second smiled.

Now 2D was very confused. In the past day or so, as it appeared because he remembered the clock saying 6:46 when he awoke, he had had a strange dream about Murdoc, had met and had sex with three whores, and had asked said whores to call him by his dearly departed band mate's name. He rubbed his forehead, what the hell else could he have done yesterday? He felt a soft hand on his arm. Oh no, he'd forgotten about the whores. He shoved the advancing women back and took refuge behind the door he was standing in front of and slammed it shut. However, not before saying "Sorry 'bout tha ladies!"

2D ran franticly down his stairs to his second door at the base of them, nearly tripping at least twice. He flung it open, slammed it behind him and locked it, he hadn't locked the first one… His heart pounded rapidly in his chest as he heard the women clawing at his door. Persistent little bitches…

Now, how to get out of this predicament… 2D searched around the room for his cell phone, it would be a hopeless endeavor since the only time he ever found his pretty much perpetually missing cell phone was when he didn't need it or wasn't looking for it. He tore apart his bed, flinging the sheets every which place to no avail. However, he did find that box of condoms he'd been missing for the past three months. He flinched when he heard something slam against the door, now he was dead sure that his untimely departure had indeed pissed them off.

"Wot am I gonna do?" He whined sinking to his knees in defeat. He doubled over laying his forehead on the carpet of his room. Now this lovely vantage point gave him a spectacular view of the world beneath his bed. "Oh…" He reached out under his bed and tossed away a pair of underwear, revealing said missing cell phone. "'Ow long you been undah 'ere?" He asked the life saving object in his hands. Deciding this was of little importance at the current moment, he flicked the phone open and spied the screen… Of course it was out of power, but luckily enough for 2D that was one thing he was good at keeping track of, cords. He dug through his mess of cords he stored in his closet and pulled out a thin light grey one that would bring him his salvation. The singer plugged it in and hooked up his cell phone. He turned the now charging cell in and looked straight to bars. Thank his lord in heaven that he still got service, even with being under ground and the general interference from the backend through one of his walls. Quickly, he dialed Russle's number.

The large drummer sat in the lounge with Noodle playing a game of chess. Needless to say, he wasn't winning exactly. Noodle placed her queen near Russle's king. "Checkmate." She grinned widely. Russle rubbed his forehead and groaned, knocking over his king in a sign of defeat. "Best six out of eleven?" She was hopeful to say the least, but Russle was tired of losing. "Nah, it's too early for chess anyway, play me again later, I'll beat you then."

"Ok Russle-san." Her grin became wider" A hip-hop tune went off in Russle's back pocket. "What's 2D calling me for?" He flipped open his phone. "What you want D?"

"Russ?" A meek voice replied from the other end. "Yeah, what is it?"

"Help me…" The voice came again.

"What did you do now?" Russle had just remembered what else 2D had done in the past twenty-four hours. It was beginning to seep into his voice.

"I don't know…" He replied sounding genuinely scared. "Look, where are you man?"

"My room."

"What? Why are you callin' me then?!" He ground his teeth.

"B'cause I can't get out, there are 'ese birds clawin' at me door ya see… I fink they want ta eat me." Russle heard a loud banging noise in the background. That was all he needed to hear, he hung up his phone and stomped out to the carpark, Noodle in tow.

Meanwhile, down in Stuart's room, 2D had hidden his ungainly frame beneath his bed, it wasn't much of a hiding spot since he was a good few inches longer than the object. "Muuuurdooooc, let us in!" They all growled in unison, sounding more like demons than the women they looked like. 2D quivered beneath his bed shaking it along with himself. "Uh, Murdoc's not 'ere!" He yelled, trying to discourage the women. "We know you're in there." One slammed herself against the door again. 2D flinched.

After about another thirty seconds of this nonsense, 2D heard the pounding footsteps of his savior. "Hello ladies." He heard Russle's voice from behind the door. "Why are you harassing my band mate exactly?" He asked. "Murdoc's not being any fun." One of them complained.

"Well.. Murdoc's dead, that's probably why. Now leave 2D alone, he's got other things to be beaten up over." 2D cringed at Russle's tone of voice. Wot else did I do?! He screamed in his head, frustrated with this persistant inability to recall anything about yesterday past the very real dream and the funeral.

"Murdoc's not dead, he's in there." 2D could almost see the woman stupidly pointing to the door.

"No, Murdoc is buried in a cemetery in town, I can show you his grave if it's needed. And ladies if you really did fuck a dead body I think you need some serious counseling for your necrophilia." 2D could hear the indignant noises the women made as he guessed Russle was now shoving them along. After he heard the insufferable squawking noises fade and Russle's foot steps with them, he heard a light knock at his door. 2D slowly backed out from under his bed and stepped over to the door. He then carefully unlocked the door and backed up to sit on his bed. The door swung inward slowly. "2D-kun?" Noodle poked her head in cautiously. "Hey Noods." 2D smiled, earlier he had felt so exposed in nothing, he had since pulled on a pair of boxers and jeans. "Sorry you had to see all of em…" Now that 2D thought about it, the women hadn't been clothed.

"Who were they?" She asked curious and contemptuous at the same time. 2D frowned and dropped his head to his stare at his feet. "I don't know, I don't even remembah meetin' em." Noodle raised her brow. "I jus woke up in Muhdoc's Winnie, I don't remembah annafing about yestaday." 2D sighed and shook his head. Noodle put her hand on his, "I believe you 2D-kun. And, I also believe that you have not been yourself recently." Her brow was furrowed again. 2D looked to her.

"Wot else did I do?" Finally his question was going to be answered. His door burst open, it was Russle with a newspaper slung under his arm. Damn, did he look pissed.

"Well, you see 2D-kun… You sort of… Well…" Noodle took the paper from Russle and showed him the first page. 2D's eyes widened to the eight balls his condition was named after. "Tha can't be me! I don't remembah robbin' a liquor store! It seems like somefing I'd remembah doin' too…" 2D frowned, that was his blue hair, that was his thin frame, and that was one of the three women Russle had just shooed away standing next to him.

"Why am I not in jail if tha is me?" Russle ground his teeth. "I paid your bail asshole."

"You didn't even stick around to say thanks or nothing, you went straight to the impound lot and got Murdoc's Winnibago back and just drove off." Noodle sighed and shook her head. 2D dropped his head again, he looked on the verge of tears and looked as though he honestly had no idea what he had done yesterday. His gaze strayed from his feet to his mirror. He blinked at it a few times. Was it just him, or was his mirror image grinning wickedly back at him? He shook out his head and looked back at it. Nope, still there. He stood, only to be shoved back down to his bed by Russle. "Where do you think you're going?" The ghostly drummer glowered down at him.

"Me mirror went wonky on me, I wanted ta check it out." Everyone looked to the mirror, for a second it looked as though 2D's image was surprised. Russle and Noodle simultaneously raised their brows at the mirror. "2D-kun, stay there." Noodle walked over to the mirror, her brow still furrowed, eyes keen for anything that might be different. She stared down the image of her band mate in the mirror, she flinched a bit when she noticed it's eye twitching in stress. She turned back to 2D. "Has your mirror ever done this before 2D-kun?" 2D shook his head. "An if it 'as… I've never noticed before."

"Dullard." Noodle and Russle froze at the voice. 2D's head whipped around the room looking for the owner of the familiar insult. Russle did just the same and looked just as dumbfounded when he found no one. Noodle, however, turned to the mirror and scrutinized it again. The face in the mirror looked the same as 2D's distressed one. "Hm… Russle-san, can you do something for me?" Russle looked down to her. "What do you need?" Noodle beckoned him down to her level with her finger. Russle obligingly leaned down for her to whisper in his ear. He blinked at the guitarist's request. "What do you want them for?"

"Just trust me and get them. Please?" Russle couldn't resist the Japanese girl when she used the Big Green Globes of Please. He sighed, "Alright, I'll be right back." He turned and left the room. Noodle smiled after him and turned back to the mirror.

"Wot didja send 'im at get Noods?" 2D asked, still looking around the room for the man the voice from earlier belonged to. Noodle turned back to 2D and smiled. "You'll see." For the remainder of the drummer's absence the two of them never took their eyes off the image in the mirror, it had been about five minutes and the reflection now appeared to be sweating…

When Russle returned, he had two beer's in hand. "Alright, Noodle, what did you want with these for? You know I can't permit you to drink them, you're still too young." Noodle made a sour face. "They aren't for me, 2D-kun just looked like he was getting thirsty. The other is for you." Russle blinked at the diminutive Japanese girl. "Well, thanks." he opened his beer and took a swig on it. He offered 2D his.

"Oh, no fank ya Russ. If tha article is correct I fink I've 'ad enough alcohol for one week, also b'for you came down I took me meds. Fanks though." He smiled. Strangely though, 2D's body didn't seem to agree with what he was saying, his right hand was trying to pull the beer from Russle's hand!

Not another second progressed before the singer had all out thrown himself at the drummer and had pried the beer from his fingers. This left both Russle and Noodle staring at the young man.

2D bit off the cap and spat it aside. He chugged nearly half the beer before he was done. He gave a loud, vulgar belch to conclude the sudden outburst.

"Murdoc." 2D turned his head around the room, looking for the man Noodle had just mentioned. "Sorry, 'e's dead, remembah, love?" He sucked down another mouthful of beer and leaned on the wall. "No, Murdoc, I'm talking to you."

"Murdoc ain't 'ere."

"Murdoc, stop fooling around, what are you doing here?" 2D looked around the room panicked, he looked towards the door, hoping for escape, but that was blocked by the one man mountain glaring at him. "Is it really you Muds? Cause if it is you have a lot of explaining and apologizing to do."

2D couldn't help but make a throaty laugh at the "apologize" part. It sounded so out of place and harsh with 2D's usually very soft and sweet voice. "Like I'd actually apologize to ewe fat arse!" He laughed harshly again. He hadn't even been laughing for two seconds before Russle had him in his grip again, he held 2D a full three inches off the ground by his neck, leaving his fingers grasping and clawing at the drummer's hands. "I wasn't talkin' about you apologizing to me. I mean apologizing to 2D! Do you know how much shit you caused him?!" The drummer cocked back his fist readying to punch him. A twisted grin spread over 2D's soft features. "I wouldn't do tha if I was ewe." He held up a spindly finger.

"Oh and why not you stupid, British fuck?"

"Cause ewe wouldn't want ta 'urt poor innocent 2D now wouldja?" He raised an eyebrow. Russle stared at the possessed singer and ground his teeth. As much as he hated doing it, he had to admit Murdoc was right. He opened his fist and let him drop to the bedroom floor. 2D grinned triumphantly.

"Murdoc, you still haven't told us why you are here." 2D turned his head to the guitarist. "Business, love. Is required." He smiled a bit sweeter to the guitarist. He really had loved the girl as his daughter in life. "Also, evah thought tha I actually liked livin' ey?"

"You're doing it at 2D-kun's expense though. It's not right Murdoc."

"Why are you trying to reason with him?! He doesn't care if it's right or not, he'll do it anyway!" 2D turned to Russle. "Would you prefer I possess you instead fat arse? Maybe 'elp ya lose some weight?" Russle closed his mouth and shivered. The thought of Murdoc being inside his body with the rest of the ghosts made him want to vomit. "Nah it's fine. But observe rules man. Jus cause you have 2D's body doesn't mean you can do whatever the hell you want."

"Russle-san has a point Murdoc. However 2D-kun is punished so are you. 2D snorted, but he seemed to acknowledge that Noodle was right.

"Now, Murdoc, is there a way to talk to both you and 2D-kun at the same time?" 2D rolled his eyes and strolled over to the mirror. He had been the only one facing it hence, he was the only one that had been noticing the panicked image inside it. "'Ey dullard, ya c'n talk ya know." Both Noodle and Russle stared over at 2D who was talking into the mirror. Noodle walked over first and looked at the image cast. It was timid and sweeter looking than the brash and harsh seeming man she actually stood next to. "2D-kun?" She asked the image in the mirror. Much to her and Russle's surprise, the eyes of the image looked down to Noodle. "'Ey Noodle." 2D, the actual 2D, smiled at her nervously. While 2D, the 2D who was really Murdoc, rolled his eyes.

"Uh, not to break up the reunion or nothing, but, what are we going to do about Mr. Undead here?" Russle raised a large eyebrow at the three of them. Murdoc turned his glaring face from his 2D image in the mirror to Russle. "Ewe guys are jus gonna lemme do me business and leave me alone."

"We can't do that Murdoc… You are possessing one of our friends and… a person of… delicate… Mind." Noodle explained.

"Jus call 'im stupid already and be done wif it."

"I ain't stupid!" 2D yelled from the mirror, however, he couldn't face them since Murdoc currently had 2D's back turned to the mirror. "Ewe jus keep tellin' yourself tha dullard."

"Noodle, Russ, c'n you please leave? I wanna talk ta Muhdoc in private." 2D said. Murdoc looked over his shoulder at the image of his band mate, he certainly did look serious.

"Alright, 2D-kun." Noodle took Russle's hand and tugged him out of the room after her. Before being tugged out the door, Russle gave Murdoc an "I'm watching you" look. Murdoc rolled 2D's eyes before turning back to the mirror.

"Yea, so wot didja want ta talk about dullard?" Murdoc asked, examining 2D's nails. 2D looked at him. "I didn't want ta talk about nofing, I jus didn't want 'em in me room annamore is all…" Murdoc blinked at the image in the mirror.

"Well, even if ya don't wanna talk about nothing'." Murdoc strolled over to the sheets 2D had thrown to the floor earlier and picked one up. "Talk ta ya latah mate." With that he threw the sheet over 2D's mirror and made sure it would stay on.

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Murdoc refers to Cortez as "… a feathered, winged, egg-laying alarm clock. Just what I always wanted."