Late SessionMurdoc jabbed the button on the lift that would send him straight down to 2Ds under water room. The lift quickly set off downward with a quick jerk then started to run smoothly. The lightbulb on top swayed back and forth and nearly threatened to hit him.
Murdoc had just about finished another song and wanted to do at least some of the recording, now. It may have been one in the morning but 2D had a bit of an insomnia issue recently anyway so it's not like he'd be waking him or anything. Not like murdoc would care if he did anyway.
The doors slid open as the lift made a loud ding noise, alerting murdoc he had reached his destination.
A terrified 2D sitting on the far corner of his bed looked up with pure terror, shaking as he tried to hide from the dreaded whale keeping watch just outside the window. Under his eyes were large dark circles, lack of sleep and stress.
"e-ey mu'doc..." he stuttered nervously.
The bassist thrust his arm towards himself as a motion of 2D to come. "Get over he
Just Can't Do It...2D sat curled with his knees in his arms. Today was the day. That blasted whale had been outside his window for hours just screeching it's murderous tone, taunting the poor boy. It managed to bump into his wall multiple times, causing no harm but to his mind. He rocked on the mattress, trying to calm himself.
He would have made a run for it already, he managed to close the bloody curtains days ago so he couldn't see the large mammal swimming about, but something stopped him.
That girl. That thing. The cyborg, the one murdoc made almost identical to his old 'zen buddy' Noodle. Of course, she didn't have feelings, didn't want to play Pong with 2D or watch zombie flicks with him, which reminded him everyday that Noodle was dead and he was stuck with this robotic replacement for who knows how long.
Cyborg stood watch, in front of the lift at her usual position. She glared into the lift doors, usually speaking with murdoc about specific commands and what to do in certain situations. She alw
Because of a Beer... (Gorillaz one shot)2D sat on the two seater couch taking up all the cushions. His feet crossed and holding them in his hands in front of him. He leaned forward in suspense at the newest episode of Walking Dead that was on the tv, even though he had watched this episode online already.
As a zombie started gaining on an unsuspecting man behind the glass screen, 2D leaned forward, his mouth opening a bit as he waited for what would happen. The undead creatures head blew open, the sound of a shot gun click accompanied by blood splatters across the walls. This made 2D flinch at the sudden shot and his lips curled into a smile. He laughed a bit, then sat back on the cushions comfortably again.
"Didn't you just watch that yesterday?"
He turned, seeing the green skinned bassist behind him, hands in his pockets lazily and a half scowl on his face. 2D tried to smile at him, although murdoc talking to him was making him miss his show.
"Oh, 'ey Mu'doc." He tried to smile, but failed and went back to his show. He sta
The Demons SideThe Demons Side
WARNING: DRUG REFERENCE
Murdoc took his daily, half drunk stroll through kong, looking for any sign of life that wasn't a demon or zombie outside the window. As he walked, his head bobbed lazily and let out a few tired groans.
Noodle had gone out with Russel to go see a movie or something, but 2D had stayed back. He said he had something else he wanted to do today. The twit was probably doing drugs again, that's what he usually did when he got depressed. Murdoc didn't know where 2D got them, but he usually had a stash of LSD and acid and stuff like that, because sometimes 2D would stumble through the ghostly halls of kong looking like the zombies themselves. Murdoc had searched many times for 'D's secret stashes but never came up with anything but his normal painkillers, which he sometimes would switch just for the fun of seeing his reaction later.
Murdoc misplaced a foot and stumbled a bit, cursing quietly to himself under bored sighs. Noting that without Noods and Rus
Who could love
Who could love someone so alone?
Who could love someone on their own?
Who could love someone who cries all night?
Who could love someone who has every fright?
Who could love someone that's too shy to say
Any of this to that persons face?
Who could love somebody, imperfect as me?
Obviously not you,
Since you don't love me.