// 2-D X Reader //

Kidnap

Normal POV:

Your eyes fluttered open, your body was still warm and glowing from the previous night. 2-D was laying naked on his back. You yawned and turned on your side, completely wrapping yourself in the blankets.

"Ey!" 2-D grumbled, pulling the blankets back.

He pulled them completely off of you, now you were the one laying completely naked. You pulled them back, struggling to get the blankets from under his body. He snickered at your struggle, opening his black eyes.

"Mornin', silly." He smiled, allowing you to have some blankets too.

"Take your stupid blankets, I'm getting up." You groaned still sore from last night.

2-D shrugged, trying to get back to sleep. You slouched over to the closet, digging around for something to wear. You decided on a simple (f/c)
t-shirt and leggings, since you planned to stay home today. You turned to see 2-D still in bed.

"Come on." You whined, trying to get him up.

He was on his phone, getting notification after notification. He looked concerned as he pushed play on an audio track.

"Ah yes, 2-D. Well, he's, um, he's special. And when I say special I mean he's retarded."

2-D's eyebrows scrunched together.

"I'm no' retarded.." He frowned.

You crawled into bed next to him, taking his phone from his hands.

"Is that Murdoc?" You questioned, looking at the title of the interview.

Gorillaz Founder, Murdoc Niccals, Gives Information About Secret Project Coming Up

"Secret project? But the band's broken up.."

"Exactly." 2-D agreed, getting up to get dressed.

He slid on a pair of jeans and a tank top before returning to bed. He lied his head in your lap as you continued to listen to the interview.

"That woman is his little girlfriend (Y/n), if it weren't fo' her he'd still be around.." His voice seemed sour, you wondered why he hated you so much.

"I wonder if Russel's heard this." You added, running your hand through 2-D's spiked hair.

"I bet the fans 'ave already sent it t'him." He purred, loving the feeling of your fingers through his hair.

You sighed, leaning back on the headboard of the bed.

"I'm sorry you got involved with Murdoc, Stu."

"Yew an' me both." He chuckled, snuggling into your thighs as if they were pillows.

You kissed the top of his head and started to get up.

"Where are ya goin', love?" He asked, disappointed his beloved had left such a comfortable position.

"I'm hungry." You stated, waltzing into the kitchen.

It was a warm and sunny morning. You pulled out some ingredients to make breakfast with as you were the one that usually cooked. 2-D looked out the window, watching the traffic go by. You cracked an egg, listening to the sizzle it made when it hit the pan. The eggs took little time to cook and you began to set the table. You had a opening in your door where the mail would come through. It sounded like something was trying to be pushed through. You ignored it though and placed two plates down as the on the table. You began to feel lightheaded and nauseous.

"B-Breakfast, Stu.." You murmured as the room grew foggy.

You looked up to see that 2-D had crashed his head into the window and seemed to be unconscious. You tried to walk over to him but fell instead, passing out immediately. Seconds later, he pulled the tube from the door, dragging his container of gas along with him. He picked the lock on the door, inviting himself in. He saw the two bodies unconscious on the floor and threw them over his shoulders. He looked around the apartment once more before leaving. His black cape and gas mask made him who he was, the Boogieman. He hummed a little song to himself, slipping into the darkness to deliver the bodies to none other than Murdoc Niccals.