Author's Note: The but about Daley drowning in the water is for all of those people who hated and were disapointed by the Doncamatic video.
I woke in a submarine, someone steering in front of me, my head hurt, a dull throbbing as I lifted my cheek off the cool metal of the sub.
"'bout time girl, we've been going for hours. Thought you'd nev'r wake up." A smooth voice said.
"Who're you?" I asked, my voice dry and raspy.
"Who am I?" he said, pressing a button and turning around. "I am Snoop Dogg, little girl, don' you ev'r forget it." And then he went back to steering. "Russel foun' you on the beach and put you in my sub 'cause I was the last one off. When we resurface I'll pass you off to 2D's sub okay?" he asked.
"Thank you Mr. Dogg-"
"You can call me Snoopy." He interrupted.
"Er, thank you Snoopy." I corrected, feeling a little ridiculous.
"Hey, no problem girlfriend. Say, wha's your name? I nev'r did get the chance to ask." He replied.
"Noodle," I said simply.
"Noodle? Like Cup 'o Noodles?" he asked. "Man, you're name as crazy as mine." He chuckled.
"Do you know how my band mates are doing?" I asked anxiously.
"Yeah, Muds got a cap popped into his shoulder, but he's doin' okay, and everyone else is with the exception of that guy who did 'Doncamatic' is alright, he fell in and drowned." I was pleased to hear that no one I knew had died, but scared about Murdoc's situation. I hope he was okay and not in too much pain.
I tried to stand up and after a couple tries managed to prop myself against the wall and slide myself up. Snoopy watched this with a grin on his face, much amused by my antics.
"Hey, I think they'll wan' you back now so Imma go 'head an' surface, I know 'D'll do the same jus' to check and see if everythin's okay." He pushed seven or eight bright buttons and his submarine bobbed to the top of the ocean like a cork. He stood up, revealing his rather twig-like physique. "C'mon girl, we ain't got all day, we got pirates ridin' our asses like a couple of queers in jail!" and with that confusing analogy, shooed my up and out of the sub.
The sunlight was bright and I shielded my eyes from it as I saw Russel come out of the water, he smiled at me and I waved enthusiastically to express how happy I was to see he wasn't hurt. "How's Murdoc!" I shouted. He shrugged.
"Why don' you ask him when 'D brings the sub up?" he replied, but went over to do some form of complicated handshake with Snoopy. "Whaddup brotha?"
"Not much my nigga," the rapper responded, bumping his fist against Russel's giant one. I didn't understand this automatic bond all black people seemed to have with each other, so shaking my head I focused on the ominous dark shape in the water, it was the Gorillaz's submarine.
In about three minutes, it too came to the surface and a gangly and wary looking Stu came out. "Is everyfing okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I jus' came to pass Ramen-"
"Noodle is my name." I said.
"Er, Noodle, off to ya dawg." He said, 2D yelled something down the hatch and the sub moved close enough for me to jump to the shark submarine.
"Stu-san." I said warmly, he embraced me and kissed the top of my head.
"'Ey little luv." He replied back, pulling away and motioning for me to enter the submergible.
I didn't bother with the ladder and just jumped down, seeing a limp body heavily bandaged lying on a makeshift bed made entirely out of life rafts that hadn't been inflated. His eyes fell on me and he grinned. "Noodle!" he said, smiling openly. "You're okay!" I came near him, studying the blood-stained bandages on one of his shoulders.
I lay a gentle hand on the bloody part and he winced slightly but didn't take my hand away. "Murdoc, I'm sorry, how did you get shot?" I asked.
"The pirates got me, I went back to get you and they already had first, so I killed one of them and took their horse, then made the horse swim to the ship and I boarded and fought them all for you. I had Russ take you back to the subs while I battled away, eventually getting shot in the process." I smiled at his great tale of fiction.
"I think you should've been a writer Murdoc-san." I whispered to him. "but I do feel bad about you getting hurt, is the bullet out?" I asked him, he nodded.
"Yeah, Dullard got it out, took several failed attempts but we finally got it done. It hurt like the devil." He muttered, reaching for his cigarettes that were on the ground next to him.
"Get better soon Muds." I said, smiling at him and putting a hand to his cheek.
"Don' worry 'bout me luv. I'll be fine." He murmured, smiling back.
"I sure hope so." I replied. 2D didn't say anything but gave his head a shake and kept on steering.