|Perfect, Plastic, Prison
Author: ArtemisRoseShadow PM
It was a plastic paradise built on trash and nuclear waste. A beautiful, warm, false world that 2D couldn't touch. He didn't want to be there, but it was exactly what he always wanted. It made 2D want to sob. And for a long time, that was all he did.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Murdoc N. & 2D - Chapters: 10 - Words: 20,221 - Reviews: 73 - Favs: 86 - Follows: 96 - Updated: 10-04-11 - Published: 05-27-10 - id: 6002427
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gorillaz. I'm not making any money from this. It's just for fun.
Notes: This is really short, it's just an idea that came into my head. Eventually Murdoc/2D. The plot is a bit off, but I tried to make it as accurate as possible while still bending it for my evil purposes. Enjoy!
"Heya, 2D. You wanna make a new album?"
That was the first thing Murdoc said to him when he finally woke up. The singer groaned and sat up, cracking open his eyes and looking around. He heard a familiar voice, and turned to look. The satanist was leaning in the doorway of the dark room, arms crossed and looking as smug as ever. 2D's face lit up and he grinned, launching himself off of the bed he seemed to be on and stumbling over to his friend, hugging him. Murdoc held him close with a low chuckle, wrapping his arms around the singer's lower back.
"Muds! Oh, it's so good ta see you!" 2D cried. He apparently didn't hear what Murdoc had said. "What's going on? Where are we? Didja get gassed too? I fink that's wot happened ta me, I remember seein' some cloudy stuff near me feet... Who brought us here? Is anyone else here? Where is here?"
"I brought ya here, dullard." the bassist said quietly. The other froze in his arms.
"W-Wot?" he asked, as if he heard wrong. "You? Why?"
"... I want to make a new album." Murdoc replied. 2D wriggled out of the satanist's arms and took a step back. Murdoc scowled. "An' I need ya. Ya know I can't sing fer shit."
The blue-haired man's expression slowly fell to anger. "Murdoc!" he growled, and the other was a bit shocked at how angry he was. "Last time ya called I told ya I didn't want to! I've got other things ta do, I've moved on from the music scene. Ya can't just gas and kidnap me just ta make yer stupid songs!"
"Oh shove it, I heard wot you've been doing. Modeling? 2D, yer pretty, but it's just not you. Ya know where you belong, and it's in music. On the mic, playing the keys. And right next to me." he said. 2D took another step back and gave him an incredulous look. "...And you're going to make this new album with me. I've already got sum songs, notes and lyrics here and there... Some pretty good stuff, but I need ya to finish 'em up wif me." His tone had become a little pleading as he finished speaking, and it was out-of-character for him. 2D frowned.
"Muds, NO. I've got stuff goin' on back home! I just got a job for a magazine in London, I'm doing well! I can't spend time on sumfink like this now!" he shouted.
Suddenly, Murdoc's face darkened. He started walking towards him, clenching his fists. 2D wasn't prepared for the punch that send him rocketing backwards. He hit the wall rather violently and slid down with a groan. The singer looked up as his friend moved forward, looming over him. Blood began to run from 2D's nose, and he lifted a hand to cover it, but it was dripping to and down his hands. "Wot the Hell, man?" he said, staring up at the other, a bit dazed.
Murdoc growled. "You are going to make this album with me, 2D. Ya don't have a choice in the matter. I was gunna be nice 'bout it, but I guess that plan went down the drain." he hissed. The bassist turned on his heel and headed towards the door.
"Wait, Murdoc!" 2D shouted after him, voice a little muffled by his hand, lifting his other hand but not getting up. "Where are we? Wot is this place?"
The bassist turned around. "I call it Plastic Beach!" he said proudly, mood switching once again. "It's the farthest point from any civilization in the world. It's on a buncha trash and plastic floatin' in the ocean. I had it painted and decorated, and created my own personal paradise! I got a recording studio and study upstairs. Power room and lighthouse, too."
2D opened his mouth to shout at him some more, but he was interrupted.
"- And this is yer room. I got a buncha yer stuff from Kong that ya left. Telly and DVD player work, bathroom next ta yer closet." he said, gesturing to two doors behind some boxes with his hand. 2D glanced around, finally taking in his surroundings. There was a large grey machine against the opposite wall that was humming, with many wires coming from it. Murdoc caught his eye and laughed. "Don't worry 'bout that. It's nothin'. I got you sum mega-plug or something as well, cuz I know how much ya love yer technology."
He paused at the bassist's words. Murdoc had really tried to make him comfortable... The notion was sweet, but 2D didn't feel it was good enough retribution for the gassing-and-kidnapping thing. And 2D first woke up outside, he knew that, the sun was so bright... then everything had gone black, so Murdoc must've hit him over the head or knocked him out AGAIN...
"Is... is Noodle here?" he murmured quietly, removing his hand from his nose, which was now covered in blood.
Murdoc tensed, and glanced away. "Uhm... no. Not really."
"Not really." he repeated firmly, demanding the end of the subject. "Neither is Russ, not yet. I know wot yer getting at. No one else is here. Yer stuck."
2D made a dismayed sound and braced his hands against the wall, shakily standing up. He started to walk towards Murdoc -more importantly, the door-, but in the blink of an eye, the satanist ran forward, shoving him back against the wall with a dull thud before he had gotten even three feet away. The singer made a pitiful sound and closed his eyes, breathing heavily. "Y-You... you can't do this, Muds! The police'll come, someone'll save me, I'll escape!"
Murdoc cackled. "You don't think I've got security? Protection? I've been bein' chased by pirates recently, that's WHY I'm out here! Yer not going anywhere, 'D." he said. The bassist turned again to head to the door, and this time 2D didn't try to run for it. He stayed where he was, a shocked, almost horrified look on his face.
When he was at the threshold, he looked over his shoulder at 2D. "I have some things I need to attend to. You not cooperating has changed a few things. I'll be back down eventually to see if you changed yer mind."
"Y-You're gonna leave me in here?"
"Yup." the bassist said simply, grinning like the Devil. "And it would be best if ya didn't try to leggit. I've got an eye on you."
With that, he walked out and shut the door. 2D heard a series of clicks, some beeps, and the sound of something large, metal, and rusty being turned or moved. He sighed and looked at his bloody hand, and lifted to see if his nose was still bleeding. It was, and he glanced around, but found nothing that would help his predicament.
Stumbling back over to the bed, he thought about everything that had just happened. "Wonder how long I'll be 'ere..." the singer thought out loud. He looked to the side, at the shelf that lined the wall next to his bed. There was a cup, a few blank pieces of paper, some pencils, a DVD player, and a bong. He grimaced. Despite being a complete tosser, Murdoc knew him too well. He spotted the window above him, but blue curtains were covering the view. 2D sat up on his knees to grab the fabric and part it. He gasped when he was greeted with a circular window, revealing a deep, endless blue ocean. He saw a few fish swim by.
"Holy SHIT." 2D said as he watched through the glass.
Murdoc had him underwater.