Hi everyone, I know it's been a while since I've posted anything but I've been taking a little break, I've got a lot of things going on. So anyway, I decided to write again, I was missing it too much. It's a little different from what I normally write, please review and tell me what you think.
2D stared out the window, gazing at the dull scene before him. Buildings, grey sky, people walking and minding their own business. Looking at it made him feel even more lonely than he already felt. He sighed and threw away his cigarette butt. As he continued pondering, a strange smell hit his nose. It was indistinct at first, but it grew more and more pronounced as he tried to figure out where the weird smoke at his feet was coming from. He felt himself become drowsy, and his vision started to turn black. He heard an indistinct thud as his head hit the window and the darkness swallowed him up.
His head thumped. He groaned, and slowly opened his eyes. He was lying down on a bed, in a room he had never seen before in his life. The shelves next to the bed were stacked with books, notepads, music sheets and other stuff. There were boxes on the floor, and he saw random tubes and wires strewn across the room. Nervously, he got up and looked around for an exit. He ran to the door. It wouldn't open. Cursing, he looked around for another possible exit. He saw a little window next to the bed which he hadn't seen before. It was too small to climb through, but it would maybe help him tell what time it was and where he was. He went over to the window, and kneeled on the bed. He pulled the curtains away, and shrieked. He was under bloody water! He ran to the door and started thumping it.
"LET ME OUT!" he shouted.
He jumped when he heard sounds at the door, and backed away onto the bed. He heard a little click as the door unlocked. Slowly, it opened.
"Hello, faceache," a familiar olive skinned man grinned down at him.
"Murdoc?" 2D exclaimed, and ran over to the bassist, hugging him.
Murdoc Niccals hesitated for a moment, then gingerly patted the singers back.
2D broke away, still grinning up to the bassist. Then a concerned look came over his face.
"What are you doing here? Did they catch you too?" he asked.
To his surprise, Murdoc burst out laughing.
"Wha.. what's so funny?" 2D asked confused.
Murdoc wiped the tears from his eyes, grinned at 2D.
"I brought you here, you dullard!"
2D gaped at him. "Eh?"
Murdoc rolled his eyes. "I gassed you and brought you here. I've been working on an album, and I need you for it."
2D crossed his arms. "Where are Russel and Noodle?"
Murdoc coughed. "Not here."
"Where are we? Why am I under water?" 2D asked, panicking.
"My friend, this is what I call Plastic Beach," Murdoc said proudly, and rather unhelpfully.
2D glared at him. "Plastic what?"
"Beach, faceache, Beach. I'd be delighted to give you a tour, after you've done what I want you to."
"I'm not doing anything for you, Murdoc! You fucking drug me and kidnap me, and expect me to do what you want?" 2D snarled.
Murdoc looked rather taken aback at this outburst. Then a frown clouded his face.
"I'm afraid you don't have a choice in the matter, faceache. This is the first time we've seen each other in years, don't make me hit you already," Murdoc snapped.
2D sat on his bed and crossed his arms. "You can't make me sing," he said stubbornly.
Murdoc growled and moved toward him, and 2D automatically flinched.
Murdoc raised his fist and 2D closed his eyes, curling up into a ball. When nothing came for a while, 2D opened one eye and saw Murdoc still with his fist in the air, his teeth bared. Then he sighed, and lowered his fist. He sat on the edge of the bed.
"C'mon, dullard. Please just give it a chance. I've been working hard on this, and I really need you to make it perfect. You know what, just read it through, and then you can think about it. Alright?" Murdoc said, surprisingly kind.
2D uncurled himself wearily, taking the sheets of paper the bassist was holding out to him. Murdoc flashed him a grin, and stood up.
"I'll just leave you, then. I'll be back in a few hours," Murdoc said.
He paused at the door, and turned around slightly. "I've really missed you, faceache," he then said quietly, and quickly left, shutting and locking the door behind him.
2D stared at the shut door, shaking his head. He sighed and started reading the papers. Since he was stuck here, he might as well do something.
To his surprise, it wasn't even that bad. It did need some touching up and smoothing of the edges, but overall, it was pretty good. If only Murdoc had just asked, instead of kidnapping him.. he shook his head again. To be honest, he had missed the satanic bass player, too. A lot. He wondered what he'd been doing all this time. 2D's life had been extremely boring without the band. He missed every single one of them. Sweet little Noodle, who was like a little sister to him. Kind Russel, who was always there to break up fights and make sure everyone was okay. And Murdoc. Crazy, satanic, twisted, aggressive, manipulative, selfish, greedy, horny bastard. And it had been almost unbearable to be without him for so long. 2D sighed and lay down on the bed. He chuckled and closed his eyes. Well, he hadn't been expecting this when he had woken up this morning.
I know it's short, but it's just sort of experimental. So please leave reviews, and I'll continue it. Thank you for reading!