3 days later…
Murdoc walked along the pier holding a file folder loosely in his hand. A dreary grey film of clouds blanketed the morning sky, and a heavy mist crept along the wooden planks. He tried not to imagine the fog swirling and taking the shape of a cloaked figure. The image had haunted his dreams for the past few days.
The grimfaced bassist approached the shooting game booth, and sat down hesitantly on the counter. He licked his thumb and opened the file.
Name: Sun Moon Stars
Address: _
Contact Information: _
Position Sought: Rhythm guitarist
Previous Experience: Frontman for Punk on a Stick, Stoke-On-Punk, Punk-On-Trent, Co-Leader of The Sex Pistols Fan Club, and Iggy Pop once vomited in my shoe.
The application was meant for a competent engineer willing to replace the rather destructive one in the boiler room. However, who Murdoc called "The Boogeyman" made it clear he didn't want to fix pipes.
Murdoc scowled and massaged his forehead. How couldn't he have seen it before? Hannibal had always pummeled him for never sharing his interest in punk rock. The Boogeyman wasn't just a random Gorillaz-obsessed creeper. He was a brother who yearned to share the spotlight with his sibling.
Murdoc walked down the pier and let the file drop, with suprising gentlness, into the ocean. Little streams of water ran over the manila folder until it sunk into the sea, joining his brother's ashes from 3 days ago.
His eyes lingered on the sinking file for a moment. It's like a funeral, he thought, then pushed the thought out of his head. He turned around and briskly walked away with a spring in his step and the usual devilish look in his eye. He, Murdoc Niccals, was not going to let his heart sink along with that file.
"Faceache, Catface, Fatface ASSEMBLLLLLE FOR PRACTICE!" he shouted as he proudly burst through the door to the studio. His eyes where squintched shut as if to shield himself from his own brilliance as he entered. When he opened them, he was faced with a very sheepish looking vocalist and a blushing guitarist embraced among various musical equipment. The 3 bug-eyed musicians stared at one another for a moment before Murdoc finally opened his mouth. "I'm going to come back in one minute," he said slowly, "And when I come back, we're all going to pretend like this never happened." 2D and Noodle nodded simultaneously, still frozen in liplock.
Murdoc shut the door behind him, and Noodle and 2D relaxed against each other. "Now he knows for sure…" whispered Noodle as she pulled her tank top up higher. "Well he'd find owt soona or lata," said 2D in his normal voice, signaling to Noodle that she didn't need to whisper anymore.
Noodle glanced out of the corner of her eyes in shyness, then let out a nervous giggle. "Well if he tries to beat you up over it, I know how take care of him," she joked, clutching her front pocket that contained the password.
"Why did the light pass ova us and not kill us?" asked 2D with sudden curiosity.
"That attack was designed to vanquish what the user believed was evil," Noodle replied.
"Then how the 'ell is Murdoc still alive?" 2D blurted.
Noodle's face lit up with a knowing laugh that made her green eyes sparkle. "In the end, he risked his life to save me. I've always seen some good in Murdoc, but it was never so obvious until that moment. He's family." She started to get up. "Well it's been about a minute, so I'd better get my guit-AHH!"
2D had pulled her down against him in the most passionate kiss they've ever shared. The world dissolved into floating pink jellyfish and blue sparkling ocean as they embraced each other. 2D kissed her once-damaged eye, then lingered on her forehead, and finally captured her lips again, eliciting a squeak from Noodle.
The door suddenly burst open again. "Faceache, Catface, Fatface, ASSEMB-OH FOR THE LOVE OF-BOLLOCKS!" Murdoc cried, shielding his eyes. He slammed the door behind him a second time.
Noodle and 2D grinned at each other, then burst into silent giggles. "We should probably-" "Yeah."
Noodle helped 2D up, then reached for a shining red Les Paul guitar. She plugged it into an amplifier, then struck a few chords, escalating into a full-fledged solo. She jumped happily to the rhythm, having missed its sweet sound. 2D stood back grinning, watching his axe princess in her full glory.
"That's my cue," said Murdoc as he opened the door. Russel trailed behind him with drum sticks in hand. Russel's size was reduced enough to get through doors now, but still big enough to make the drumsticks he was holding look like chopsticks. "Tha's what I like ta hear," said Russel, smiling at Noodle as she shredded away.
"On the mic, Faceache. Russ, get your arse on the drum stool…if possible. And Noodle love, Plastic Beach," ordered a smirking Murdoc as he plugged in his bass.
Noodle beamed. It was her favorite song off the album. She changed her stance slightly, then with rapid strokes produced a nautical, distorted sound. Murdoc strummed the lead bassline along with her, shortly joined by Russel. 2D then began his haunting vocals.
To the dark, dark seas
Comes the only whale
Watching ships go by
It's the day we try
It dosen't know
It's a Casio on a plastic beach
It's a Casio on a plastic beach
It's a Styrofoam deep sea landfill
It's a Styrofoam deap sea landfill
It's sort of made a computer speech
It's sort of made a computer speech
It's a Casio on a plastic beach
It's a Casio, sio, sio.
An instrumental break in the song allowed 2D to stop singing. "Wot do you fink we should do about…us?" 2D murmured to Noodle, his voice only audible to her through the music.
She grinned a mysterious grin that he hadn't seen in ages. "We'll play it by ear," said Noodle, then struck the final chord.
Annnd that's it! Thanks for following the story, people! I've been at it since April-I can't believe it's finally over. Once these ideas got into my head, I had to find time to type it out till the end. Thanks for motivating me, readers! The epilogue was just something silly and sweet to wrap the story up and lighten the mood. Plus the idea of the ending was in my head for months and months. thanks again!