(Noodle's POV)

"Murdoc," Noodle greeted as she caught up to him at his place on the rough shoreline.

She hadn't spoken to him much other than the time when she convinced him into helping her carry a drug-induced Stuart back to his bedroom and when she'd confronted him for the problems that she'd come to interfere when she found 2D huddled away from her presence in his room.

"Come Noods, I need explanations. Full detail and don't leave any tiny tidbits out, you hear me? This is important," he said sourly.

Typical Muds… still drunk as a fish and ignorant too…

She scrunched her nose as she drank in his scent: tobacco and the strong stench of liquor hung on his breath. This made the hairs on her back stand on end, but she pushed it away, thankful for the fresh air while she had it; unfortunately, her hopes were not in her favor, as she saw they were nearing close to the stairs that led to the elevator to the Gorillaz hideout.

She took one last, departing glance to the crushed 2D, his head in his hands, and a tentative Russel who's head was nodding politely at Stuarts pitying figure on the pier.

Returning her thoughts back to what was in front of her, she brought her body up the steps besides the green-skinned man and grumbled out darkly, "what happened? I parachuted off and struggled for survival from a strange man in a black cape and who's face was bound in a gas mask."

Murdoc stayed silent as they entered the pink structure and punched the button to the elevator, stepping over the many assortments of boogie boards, tennis rackets and cardboard boxes that matched the ones in 2D's bedroom. Noodle took a deep breath, "when I was on the island, I thought that you sent someone to keep tabs on me… but they opened fire and I assumed it was the government of some sort that came to take me back to that sky needle that you and 2D were imprisoned in. But at the last moment, before I jumped off, I saw the man in the mask flash besides the windmill and he was gone… I think his henchmen were up to something. They were trying to capture or kill me, but I didn't want to figure out why, so I jumped, landed in some sort of river and was knocked unconscious."

I'm tired of repeating my story… This is the third time I've had to say it this week… Watashi ni ichido no tame no kyūkei o ataeru...(Give me a break for once)

"I woke up, washed on some beach I didn't know where was. I came across a tourist who claimed I was near Queenborough and Sheerness. I managed to get access to traveling across the water instead of land, considering that was one of the easiest ways to go without getting ambushed, but each boat I jumped on was hijacked by the same henchmen that attacked me on the island about five years ago…"

By this time, Murdoc had taken them to the Boiler Room and they had walked to the tea dispenser- an offering by Muds as compensation for the talk.

Wow… compensation. This has got to be one of the kinder things he's done for me… Great…what's the prick got up his sleeve now?

After Noodle was situated with a cup of tea, they began to meander around that room, staring at a man who was clanking on the pipes some ways away from them with a frying pan.

"Well, Noods, sounds like you've been through Hell, but surprise, Hun. You haven't rid yourself of it yet. The damn shitface has been lurking around, looking for me ever since I first saw him. He probably targeted you when he saw your isolation away from Feel Good Inc…"

Murdoc's voice trailed off as he took his eyes to the room off to the side of the power box for the home.

First saw him…?!

"Wait… you've met the bastard? MURDOC HE ATTACKED ME! WHAT DID YOU DO," Noodle's voice rang out furiously as she balled her empty hand into a fist. A large frown spread across her face and her bangs shadowed her eyes as they used to when she was younger.

"Calm down. I may have made an agreement with a man who claimed I would get fame and fortune if I made sacrifices to him, but that's not all that bad," he cackled before he waved it off and continued, "the real issue is that I didn't give him my part of the deal and now he's hunting my arse so I can pay him back with the souls of children or some stupid shit like tha'…"

"CALM DOWN?! My LIFE was put in danger because of some stupid lie you told a psychopath! He attacked me and I almost died! DIED, MURDOC! Yet you don't seem to care all that much! You probably just shrugged it off! In fact, you took the cowards way out and arranged for 2D to be shipped to this island against his will to hide from the very bastard! You took him and kept what little there was of the band left for your own selfish reasons- fame and fortune! But I guess that fame has gotten to it's end, now that all of our lives are on the line… But… wait… how did you keep writing music? How did you publish another album without the help of me or Russel as your guitarist and drummer?"

Her voice went from rage to sudden suspicion, and that was when Murdoc walked off towards the door besides the control panel.

Scrunching her forehead and narrowing her eyes, she gritted her teeth and huffed out an angry breath seeing that Murdoc ignored her question and walked into the small storage room, passing the light switch that was flipped off and leaving him swallowed in the darkness.

"Well, sweetie, seeing that we all thought you were dead, we couldn't just let the band die, now could we, hmm? So, I went to the crash site where you were last seen and took any DNA samples that I could find to make THIS beauty!"

Noodle poked her head around the door frame and looked inside the dark room. She watched Murdoc clap and an electrical fuzz circuited around a figure that was small in comparison to her own body. She heard a few dozen snapping sounds and a voice that mimicked her own in a monotone drone, "Sir."

Noodle stepped back immediately and froze in her place when an exact replica of her own, younger self, strode out of the cramped storage room and into the dull, gray light of the Boiler Room.

Everything about her was exactly the same; even the eyes, which were fixated on Murdoc in a hauntingly frightening way, were the same green shade. Dressed from head to toe was a skimpy military uniform: tight leather shorts complimented long, thin legs while a leather military vest fit her torso. Circling her waist was a large ammunition belt and bandoliers crossed over her shoulders. Large army boots protected her feet and a leather beret sat atop her purple hair.

"You…made me…?"

"Mhmm. Cost a fortune to make, but it was well worth it. Can shoot weapons from almost anywhere on her body and responds to every order I command her to. She plays with the same skills and has been programmed to play the drums too. The only flaw in it though is her circuiting can go askew… she has a few…"

He trailed off and she took her eyes back to the cyborg clone of herself, which was hiccupping with electricity and sparks pushing out of the top left section of her head where a gaping hole had shown.

"…Ticks," he finished slowly.

Noodle's anger had sky rocketed by now, "You REPLACED ME AS IF NOTHING HAD HAPPENED AT ALL?! WHAT ABOUT RUSS?! DID YOU MAKE HIM TOO? You forgot us… You made me again and replaced me with a military-brat cyborg clone of me to KEEP YOUR DAMN FAME AND FORTUNE, YOU SELFISH BASTARD! You didn't even try once, to look for me! My body was gone, so didn't you have any clue, you imbecile?! Yū wa kinishinai! You never cared for anyone except for yourself! Pull your head out of your arse and realize what you've gotten all of us into! We could die and it'd be all in your name because you made the shitty decision to sell us out for a demonic psychopath…!"

Noodle felt like her insides were going to burst from all the yelling and exhaustion she felt. She just got on the island and was hoping for a day's worth of rest before she'd get into stress. But Murdoc had done too much damage within the time that she was gone…She hadn't even started on the issue with 2D and she was already repulsed by the very sight of Murdoc.

Turning her body around, she curled her lips and fought the urge to break Murdoc's face in with her fists. She was tired of his presence and wanted to sleep. Her eye twitched and she spat out over her shoulder in finality, "get rid of that piece of shit you call "beauty". I'm here and I'm fixing your mess whether you want me to or not. And if you don't rid this place of that mechanical waste, I'LL see to it…"

Author's Note:

Another short chapter, but it was pretty filling, I think…

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Oh crap... Noods is pissed… And Murdoc is on her shit list… This will be nice.

I didn't mention 2D in this because I couldn't find a decent way to stuff him into the chapter without messing up the whole dialogue that I began… but I've already begun the next chapter. No more than one or two updates everyday. I don't want to overload you guys. I need feedback before I submit so I know that what I'm doing is keeping you interested in the plot.

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