Harley was not your average 20 year old, as many books like to say as their starter sentence. She was not gorgeous and completely unaware, she was a decent gal and she knew it. She had a boy name that she despised and fucking loved the color pink, makeup, and everything fashion. Oh wait-- those are clichés too. Oh well.
Of course, as life goes, Harley would be changed forever on her 21st birthday. Many people's lives ended at that point, but her's was just flipped. But anyway, I'm getting off topic. This is how Harry Rose Anansa got a very strange birthday present.
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The smell of wine-breath was permeating the already foggy air as I walked onto the road. My head turned to one side, then back again as I checked for any signs of a vehicle. Truth was, I really should have been wearing my Visu-Aid. It was hard distinguishing headlights from streetlights in the humid atmosphere. I stepped forward, wobbling a little. I drank a bit too much. I knew I was being kind of dumb with drinking as much as I did, but fuck off- it was my 21st. Then---
SCREEEEECH
"だか！" I screamed at myself.
The smell of burning rubber violated my nose, even more than the wine breath. Then it hit me. A stabbing pain in my right eye. It overwhelmed me. I immediately fell down, clutching my head. What was going on? I felt the pain, but I was... Receding? Oh fuck, was this death? I could feel myself slipping, slowly, slowly, through a dark tunnel. The last thing I saw was the sky above me.
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Clank. A noise, similar to keys being tossed down met my ears. I cringed. Who the hell was waking me up so early? I reached up to rub my good eye before I opened my eyelids but I was met with a bandage. What the fuck? I sat up quickly but felt a large, warm hand press down on my chest and force me to lay down.
"Uh, uh- Miss! Miss calm down please!" A high voice squeaked.
"Why can't I see? Take this off of me! Are you a doctor? Where am I?" I was freaking out- even though my voice was quieter than normal.
"Calm down! I'll take off your bandages now..."
"Please!"
The same warm hands gently unwrapped the aces from me. Something felt weird. Aside from the general relief of feeling air on my upper head again, I couldn't spot anything weird. Well- that and the fact I was NOT at home.
"Yo- where the fuck am I?" I asked, still dazed and slightly dizzy.
"I"ll tell you later. Um, can I ask you a question? What're you doing here?" The same high pitched voice spoke again.
"What the fuck you had to have brought me here! Am I dead? Is this hell?" I yelled.
"Y-you're not dead. I woke up and you were in my bed!"
"What the-" As I spoke I looked up to catch a glance of my captor. "....oh wow..." The guy who brought me here was a work of art. He looked slightly loopy, and he looked like he had the same condition as me- but double. A blue haired, black eyed god. And he was 60% leg, which was sort of amusing. He had bruises lining his arms and torso (he was shirtless for some reason?) and a half used blunt hanging half out of his mouth. And staring deeper into his eyes, there seemed to be a hypnotic red swirl staring back. My mouth opened a little bit.
"What? Are you okay?" He said, one thick eyebrow raising up as he spoke.
"Y-yea. You have my eye...."
"What the hell?"
I snapped back to lucidity. "Ohmigosh, um-- I meant that you and I have the same eye fracture!"
"You mean fractures?" The boy said.
"I- what? You have two fractures, I only have one. You sure you can see okay?"
"Yeah, yeah I am. I think you should look at yourself." He reaches into his pocket and takes out a completely black flat stone. After rubbing the surface clean, he holds it out and lets me use it as a mirror. I gasped.
Where one, blue eye once was, a black void had been placed. I got another fracture? But how? Then it hit me. I'd been hit with a car and some bastard kidnapped me instead of taking me to a hospital. I threw the stone on the bed and opened my mouth to start raining hell on my kidnapper.
BAM! The metal door behind the boy flew open. "Faceache! Shut your trap! The poor girl's trying to rest!" A guy with sallow, almost green skin yelled.
I just stared. What in the fuck was happening?
"What's going on?" Me and the boy said at once.
"Oh ya dumb fucks. I'm keeping you both here on Plastic Island for the next album. Have fun!" Green guy spat before once again slamming the door.
I just stared at the boy. "Faceache?"
"Oh, uh that's just what Murdoc calls me. He's the guy keeping me here in this vault. Do me a favor, yeah, and close those curtains. There's a dreadfully awful whale out there..." Faceache said.
"Uh.... Okay. Do you have a name?" I just had to assume Murdoc was the guy I just saw.
"Yeah. I'm Stuart Pot. Everyone calls me 2D though, for my two dents."
"Ah. So, what's happening now? What do we do?" I asked.
"Not much we can do. I have a music player and a movie player. There's also a couple of sketchpads and sudoku lying around. I'm kind of a sudoku genius."
"Oh nice. So that's all? Oh- do you see my bag around here? My phone's in there."
"This one?" 2D help up my pink faux-leather purse. "I gotta tell ya, Muds probably already took it. We're trapped here. The whale keeps me from escaping, darn bastard."
"Can I see it anyway? Please?" I asked.
"Sure." 2D gave me the object. I searched through it. I pulled out my music collection that was originally a mixtape for my car. I found a small notepad and a pen along with a lot of makeup. At the very bottom of the bag was the smashed, bent, and trashed phone I once was able to use.
"Well shit. He could have just disabled it."
