Gorillaz Oneshots

the pavement - 2Doc

Where: 212 Wobble Street
Who: 2D
Written in 2D's POV.
2D has an existential crisis.

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Imagine your favourite person. Got it? Now, imagine them hurting you everyday.

That's exactly how I feel.

He hurts me. He knows he hurts me. He's sadistic. He's insane. He's a drunk. He's an addict. He's odd.

But, I'm in love with him.

So, deeply, in love with him.

I can't describe him perfectly. If I could, I would go on for hours trying.

I feel so bubbly around him. I get happy, and have hope that someday, he'll like me back.

See, that's funny. He'd never like me.

Maybe he does.

No, I'm sure he wouldn't. I'm sure of it.

But, there was that one moment...

When we first moved here, there was fresh cement still drying. Murdoc called me over and held a stick out for me. I gladly took it, of course, and we drew our names out on it.

He put a heart in between our names.

It probably doesn't mean anything, but it sure as hell changed my views upon him.

Maybe I'll confront him about it? No. That'd be a bad idea, right? He'd hit me again. Surely, he would. When does he not?

I need to stop thinking about this stupid problem.

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Third Person POV

After 2D's wonderful existential crisis, he pondered on his bed, thinking about whether or not he should go tell Murdoc. Finally, he stood up and made his way to Murdoc's pitch black room.

Let's just say that they had...fun.

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