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Pools - 2-D and Murdoc *NOT A SHIP*

A/N: This one gets really dark... Contains themes of suicide, abuse, and self harm. If you need to talk to anyone, I am available to talk, even though I'm not the best at advice, I will always listen. Other professionals are available to talk by these lifelines:

US: 1-800-273-8255 or dial 988

UK: Contact Samaritans or call 116 123

CA: 1-833-456-4566

For other numbers in regions not mentioned, dm me :)

(Oh, also, this takes place in phase 2 and 2D'a perspective)

Again... Again, and again, and again... Days in a row, for months now. So much hurt, so much pain every day for hours on end, Murdoc beats me to a pulp because neither Russel, nor Noodle is there to stop him. It always ends in tears, blood, bruises, and  my vision blacking out.

On this particular day, I couldn't pass out no matter how many times Murdoc kicked me. So, I laid there, against a wall, Murdoc not showing any mercy towards the me. I continued to scream and cry in pain, Murdoc not giving a shit in his drunken state.

"M-Murdoc... Please... Please!"

KICK

"MURDOC!... P-Please"

KICK

I didn't even feel like talking anymore. I knew today was the day. The day he would stop this hurt permanently...

Once Murdoc got bored of kicking me over and over and getting blood on his boots, I shakily stood up with the strength I had left, walked to my room and laid down, and took some time to think about my risky decision. Only I was stupid enough to do something like this. But, after a while, I decided to carry out with my plan. I pulled out one of my many, many switchblades, my favorite one to be exact, and pressed the button to flick open the sharp blade from inside the handle. I stared at the knife whilst anxiety built up, forming a pit in my stomach. I knew this was wrong, but I deserve it... Right?

⚠️ GRAPHIC WARNING ⚠️

I brought the sharp blade to my arm, pressing down and ripping it through my skin, causing a cry of pain that I forced myself to hold back. My breath grows quicker as my fight or flight kicks in, but I stay in the same spot, hand hovering over the now gaping wound on my arm, that is going to make one hell of a scar if I survive this. Loathing in what I can only hope are my last moments, I remember all the good times I've had with the band, until my memory brings me to one of the only times Murdoc was fully sober.

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He was laughing with the band as they all played video games together. After a while, they all watch a movie, and by the end, Noodle and Russel are asleep. 2-D takes this as a chance to talk to Murdoc. About what, though? Well, 2D was gonna improvise.

"U-Uh Muds? Can I ask you a question?"

"Hm? Sure.."

"W... Why do you hurt me? And-And don't get mad, b-because I know you've gotta have some reason, or-or motive for you to do this.."

"Ca-... Can we not talk about this right now? I feel like I'll just end up drinkin' and... I don't want to do that today..."

"Okay."

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This made me smile, not realizing the blood pooling on the floor below me and dripping onto my jeans, permanently staining them. I try to keep my head in the good memories, darker, sadder ones spilling their way into my troubled mind. Pain suddenly shoots through my entire body, making me shout in pain once again. At this point, Noodle and Russel had come home, and are currently grilling Murdoc on whether he hurt me again. Noodle, with her dog-like hearing, heard me almost scream in pain, and immediately ran to my room, knocking on the door and mentally saying 'screw it' and just going in with no warning. Her eyes widen at the sight before her, me crying in pain as my hand continues to hover over my arm. Noodle sees the blood and runs over to me, scared out of her mind

"Toochie!"

"No... No, Noodle... P-Please, just go.."

2-D tries to get her to leave, but Noodle's already begun holding his wound closed, calling for Murdoc and Russel to come to 2-D's room quickly, almost crying herself.

"Toochie... What did you do..?!"

"I'm sorry Noods... I had to-"

Soon as they know it, the door slams open, revealing Russel with Murdoc behind him. Murdoc is deadpan, while Russel is panicked. He sees what's going on and immediately takes Noodle's place in trying to stop the bleeding. 2-D sees Murdoc and starts crying harder, shaking worse, and trying to move away from him

"Noodle... No.... Get out... GET OUT!"

2-D started crying even harder, his sobs coming out more as screams. Noodle obeys his wishes, ushering Murdoc out of the room, locking the door behind him. Murdoc was terrified. He knew this was his fault. He knew he caused this.

"2D we need to take you to a hospital"

"N-NO! No... No hospital... Please"

" 'D we can't take care of this on our own! You need professional help!"

2D was too tired to fight back. He didn't want to go to the hospital again. Too many bad and embarrassing memories.

Timeskip #Ishterrislazy

2D sits in a hospital bed -Well more like the worst mattress imaginable on top of wood- just staring into space. His arm is bandaged and the blood is gone. It still hurts though. The suicide watch room sucks. It's devoid of any vital things. Just an uncomfortable bed and a chair for whoever comes with you. No windows, well a one way mirror that one of the nurses watches you through. No natural light, only the light coming from the hallway. It's draining. (Author-chan knows from experience) It felt like 2D was slowly wasting away there. He hoped he'd be let out soon.

A couple of tests, and hours later, 2D was finally let out, at 4 AM... Russel and 2D made their way back to Kong Studios, both ready to sleep for the next forever. What they didn't expect was Noodle, waiting in the living room for them to come back. She was playing on her Gameboy to pass the time. She heard the front door open, and immediately shot up, rushing over to hug 2D as tightly as she could. They could all finally rest. Even Murdoc was scared that 2D would be holed up in a mental institution, but he shut those feelings away with liquor. 2D promised to Noodle that he would never try anything like that again, and they all went to bed.