Gorillaz Oneshots (not x reader sorry)

Feast

TW: cannibalism, vomiting, violence, crying
Not shipping anyone in this oneshot series
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2D exhaled. Shaky and unsure.

His gaze flickered between the man across the table and the well served plate of food that had been set before him. He felt as though it was a joke, a lie Murdoc would mock him for falling into. Yet as he looked over again, the bassist showed no signs of moving. Hands interlocked, crooked nose resting against them as he eyed Stuart with intent.

Intent with what in mind? He didn't want to know.

But still, Murdoc didn't make any move. He stayed still when 2D hesitantly reached out for one of his utensils and began examining the food closer. He had to admit, he was tired of that damn microwaved jellyfish.

"Don't tell me you're still hung up on the whole 'veganism' thing," Murdoc snorted, "Or do you think it's poisoned? Fresh meat like that isn't so easy to come across in an ocean, y'know. Plus, you've still got work to do, I wouldn't let you go that easily, luv," He tapped his chin in consideration, "Maybe I should just get you some more of that sodding jellyfish." To continue his point, the older man reached out to grab the plate.

"N-no!" 2D bristled immediately, taken aback by his own sudden response, "I mean, no, Murdoc, I'll eat it, I- uhm.. Appreciate it." He felt his words get weaker until they ultimately died in his throat. Murdoc eyed him before pulling back his hand, settling into his previous position.

"Go on then."

The younger blinked, turning back to his food as he half heartedly stabbed into one of the portioned pieces of meat with his fork. He glanced once more at Murdoc, as if for assurance, before he placed the piece into his mouth. He chewed gently, relieved to find it wasn't bad.

He assumed it wasn't Murdoc who cooked it, better than anything the man had ever made back in their days at Kong. The bar wasn't that high, though. He focused more on the food, forcing the nostalgic thoughts out of his mind. The meat was tough, in a way that reminded 2D of muscle tissue. He felt his jaw ache as he bit into it, trying to determine what type of meat it was. What kind of options for fresh meat were there on Plastic Beach anyways? He swallowed it.

Seagulls? Perhaps he somehow got it imported. He looked back up at Murdoc to ask, but felt the urge to entirely disappear once he gauged the man's expression. His eyes were crinkled around the edges, in the way he would when he'd smile. It somehow felt worse than if he was frowning.

He hesitantly stabbed into another piece of meat, setting it in his mouth. He let it sit on his tongue while the options ran through his head again. And again.

As if reading his thoughts, Murdoc began to talk idly, "Some of those bastards attacked again earlier, this time not by planes. A bit stupid, you know? If the planes weren't working what made them think a boat would?" His posture relaxed as he spoke with a drawl, reaching into his pocket to pull out a flask. His gaze never left 2D until he tilted his head back to drink the contents.

The singer barely registered his words, willing himself to bite into the meat once more. Murdoc continued talking. He wished he'd stop talking.

"Cyborg was running low on ammo -"

It barely tasted like anything he'd eaten before.

"- Usually those damned pirates are a pile of bullets and shrapnel by the end -"

His earlier observation comparing it to muscle tissue made his stomach churn.

"- And I thought, what's the use in wasting such a golden opportunity?"

He may not be that bright, but he could figure out what Murdoc was getting at. Suddenly feeling a numbing buzz travel through him, he swallowed harshly.

He swallowed it.

2D immediately slapped his hand over his mouth as his blood ran cold. He sharply turned his head to the side, retching. The feeling of it in his mouth, going down his throat- in him. The reality of what he was eating made him want to rip his stomach open and pull it out. He unfortunately wouldn't have to wait long for it to leave though.

He heaved, feeling saliva gather in his mouth as the contents of his stomach bubbled up. Shutting his eyes tight, he didn't even attempt to close his mouth or keep his spit from pooling over as he puked. His eyes stung at the vile taste, that in itself threatening more to come.

The sound of footsteps behind him was the only thing that took him out of the moment. He didn't even notice he had fallen out of his chair, crumpled weakly against one of the table's legs. He hiccupped pathetically as a hard slap was delivered to his back.

"Y-you f-fed me ff-fucki-" 2D felt his throat tremor as he spoke in short breaths. His stomach rumbled as he threw up again, nothing more but bile now. His face and stomach felt like they were on fire as he focused on the way his tears dripped down his face, his saliva trickling down his chin. He willed himself to look up at the other man.

A look of mild amusement was on his face, he was chewing on a piece of meat. Stu clenched his jaw shut and turned away, the sick feeling burning a pit in his stomach.

" Forgot about how you go on about ethicality," Murdoc mocked, "How's that for ethical, dents?" He could practically hear the shit eating grin in his voice.

"F-forgot- '' 2D swallowed down the bitter taste in his mouth, "- My arse you m-miserable prick! Y-you don't fucking feed somebody- someone!" He turned back to the older man, anger faltering as he saw his face was now tugged into a neutral expression, face obscured partially by the shadow the brim of his captain's hat created.

A clawed hand reached out for his shirt, gripping the fabric and effortlessly dragging him off his ass.

"You're damn lucky I didn't force feed it to you and make you keep it down," Murdoc's voice was a low growl, threatening to tip over, "I won't be so nice next time, face-ache." The Satanist let go of the weak man without fanfare, letting him collapse into his own vomit as he turned around and took out his flask again.

"I'll have the Cyborg bring your sorry arse to your room. I oughta' make you clean this mess yourself," He continued, tipping his head back to drain the final bits of alcohol before he tossed the empty container behind him. 2D watched weakly as the older man stalked off.

He lowered his eyes to look at the chewed chunks of meat at his hands. Of course it turned out to be some sick joke.

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I made a new account ahhh