Gorillaz One-Shots.~

Who is he. (2DxR)

x|. Yandere and
obsessive 2D. ;) .|x
TW: Mentions of blood
and violence.
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(Y/N) = Your name.
(S/C) = Skin color.
(H/C) = Hair color.
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Your hand became dampened as you wiped down the table a party just finished using. You worked at a small restaurant not too known by people other than locals. Standing upright again, you turned to meet Joey, a new worker. He was at least 5'11, so pretty much taller than you. You gave an awkward chuckle, "Er, hey! Did you need something?" He nodded, giving an odd but friendly grin, "Uh, yeah, just some help with a cash register." He pointed back to the entrance registers. You nodded, walking over with him.

After fixing the register, you checked the ticking clock on the wall, reading "9:20 PM." You sighed as you realized your long ass shift was over. You opened your phone, messaging your boyfriend of 5 years, Stuart.

"Hi babe, getting out rn! <33" You messaged happily.

Almost instantly you got a reply: "K."

You frowned, knowing 2D never used such short messages like that. You shrugged, brushing it off as him having a bad day. You soon got all your things and clocked out, heading for the exit. You stopped, feeling a hand on your shoulder. It was Joey. You got a bit scared but laughed it off once he awkwardly put his hand down. "J-Just wondering if I could wait outside with you!" You nodded, walking out with him and chatting. You looked towards the parking lot and we're a bit surprised to see 2D already waiting there. You said your farewells to Joey and began walking to the car, happy to see your lover again.

You opened the door, climbing it, that nice smell of cheap cologne, cigarettes, and a hint of weed. You smiled, looking over at 2D, "Hi!" He glanced over at you, expression bland, "Who is 'e." You raised a brow, "Huh, who?" Stuart scoffed, "The dude you were talking to, (Y/N)?!" He shouted frustratedly. You jumped, "H-He's just a new coworker? What's your problem, D'?" He clicked his tongue, backing out and taking off to the house. "Why were you talkin' to 'im." Anxiety grew inside you as his odd behavior grew, "Because's he new and has questions!" You growled. 2D's black eyes glanced over at you, a spark of jealousy obviously in them. He pressed on the pedal harder, causing the car to zoom down the empty road. You looked out the window, annoyed at the amount of jealousy he had.

Once you two pulled into the driveway, you were about to unbuckle your seat when 2D looked over at you. "Stay 'ere." You gulped, "W-Why.." "Jus' do it." He opened the door, walking into the house.

He was in there for about 10 minutes when finally he came out, his pocket bulging and had something tucked under his arm. He got back into the car, immediately backing out, causing you to jump. You felt so nervous, swirling in your stomach strong enough to make you pass out. Your eyes welled up, you so confused. "2D what the hell are you doing?!" You shouted. "What's his address." He kept his eyes ahead. "W-What.?" "What's his fuckin' address, (Y/N)." His grip on the wheel tightened in frustration. "Why, what the fuck are you doing!?" "I'm gonna talk to ' im." Your eyes widened, "NO, DON'T hurt HIM!" You pleaded. "Give me the address and I won't." He said nonchalantly. You quickly gave him the address, as Joey had shared his address with you once so you could drop off paperwork. The house was in the countryside, him having no neighbors for a couple of miles.

You looked up to see a familiar house. Only Joey was home. Fuck. You looked at 2D, "I'm going in with-" "No you're not. Stay in 'ere." He commanded, getting out the car. "What, no?!" 2D locked all the doors before you could get out, taking the keys. His car was pretty banged up so you could only unlock the doors from the outside or with the key buttons. You banged on the window, "2D, PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM!" You pleaded, tears falling as you watched him knock on Joey's door. The man answered, 2D giving an excuse to come in. You watched as he let your boyfriend in, causing you to yell out. "NO! DON'T LET HIM IN!" You cried, banging on the window. It was too late. You sobbed harder, bringing your knees up to your chest. You hated violence. You never wanted anyone to hurt anyone.

Around 20 minutes passed and the front door opened. You looked up. There he was. 2D. Blood painted his hands and clothes. You felt sick, your whole body beginning to tremble. You watched as he made his way back to the car, the doors unlocking. He climbed in looking at you. He smiled, grabbing your hand, "Darling, you know how much I love yew.
I don't want anyone gettin' in the way of us." He moved a strand of your (H/C) hair behind your ear, causing some of the blood on his hands to paint your (S/C) cheek. "Alright.?" He smiled softly, looking into your eyes. You let a tear trickled down your face, nodding slowly. "Good girl." He put his hands back onto the wheel, taking off.

Your eyes looked down, going straight to the hand he held. A bloody hand print stained it. You blinked, another tear falling onto the print. You pulled your knees back up to your chest, hiding your face. 2D's hand went to the radio, flicking it on. Blondie's "Heart of Glass" played as he drove down the empty road of a memory burned in your mind until you die.

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Time skip, the next day.
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You finished up helping a customer before one of your closer coworkers, Lacey, came up to you, "Joey out sick today?" You looked back at her, "Yeah. He said he wasn't feeling well." You smiled.