Gorillaz Oneshots

narcolepsy (unfinished)

Where: Kong Studios
Who: 2D, Murdoc, Noodle, and Russel
2D starts to get good ole narcolepsy.

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Stuart trudged to the kitchen table, eyeing his seat and desperately trying to stay awake. That's funny, because he just slept. For eight hours, in fact. Or was it ten? What time was it?

"Face-Ache!" Murdoc yelled from the kitchen and made 2D's head snap up in his direction.

"Yea?" He squeaked out. He expected a beating, as usual. Instead, much to his surprise, Murdoc looked at him with absolute concern in his mismatched eyes.

"You okay, luv? You don' look so well." Murdoc set down 2D's breakfast on the round table and sat down, sighing. Stu blinked heavily and gulped.

"Yea, 'M fine," 2D whispered, scratching his head and slouching more than usual upon reaching the table. He felt he eyes starting to close as he gripped the chair, using it for balance.

Murdoc's eyes widened at Stu's over-clumsiness. "Sit down, luv, you're gonna fall over!" He jumped in his seat as 2D came tumbling towards the ground, falling on the hardwood floor. "What the hell?!"

"Mudz, you better not be beatin' on 'D again--" Russel stopped in his tracks as he saw 2D on the floor, completely passed out. He glared at Murdoc, who put his hands up on self defense. "What'd you do, kill 'em?!"

"What -- No! He just, he fell over! I didn't do anything!" Murdoc raked his fingers through his hair as Russ sighed, looking down at Stu.

"Then how the fuck did he get on the floor?" Russel walked to 2D, leaning down to him and making sure he was still breathing.

Noodle came in, her hands in her pockets and hair askew. "What in dee world is goink on in here? I am tryink to sleep, and -- Oh my goodness! What happen to Toochi?" She removed her hands and ran to 2D, putting her ear over his heart. Still beating.

"Mahdoc, if yoo did dis to him, yoo ah' dead meat!" Noodle growled and turned her head towards Murdoc's.

"I-I didn't do anything! He just came in here and collapsed! I swear to Satan himself that I had nothing to do with this." Damn, Murdoc must've been serious.

"Russel, what happen? Do yoo know?" Noodle stood up and sighed, leaning on her right leg and popping her hip out sassily.

"Nah, I just came in here and--"

"Wot? How did ah' git on da floor...?" 2D opened his eyes and looked around, sitting up.

"I coul' as' yoo de same ting!" Noodle hugged 2D. "Toochi, ah' t'ought dat yoo die' fo' a secon'!"

Murdoc squinted at 2D, confused as hell. "What the fuck?"

"Wot time is i'?" 2D asked and rubbed his head as Noodle pulled away from him. "Wot happened?"

"Only yoo can tell us, Toochi." Noodle bit the inside of her cheek as Stuart stood up, swaying a bit.

"Should we see a doctor? This is weird and, for the however-many-years I've known stu, he's never done this." Murdoc sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Russel watched as Stu sat down at the kitchen table. "We should only see a doctor if it happens again."

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Two days later, during dinner, the same thing happened.

Stuart picked up his fork, twirling his pasta around and raising the utensil to his mouth. Before he could eat it, his head smashed into his spaghetti and he fell asleep.

"Bloody 'ell!" Murdoc yelled as he heard a bang on the table. He jumped in his seat and looked over, sighing. "God damnit, the dullard did it again!"

"Don't get mad at him, Muds. It prolly ain't his fault," Russel said with a mouthful of spaghetti.

Noodle nodded as she created a volcano out of her noodles and sauce. "Yes. Toochi is probably havink the narcolepsy."

Murdoc and Russ both looked at her with the same look of confusion. "'Ow the hell d'you know that word?" Murdoc asked, fazed by her smartness.

"Noodle does research. Mahdoc should do i' sometime, too. It fun." Noodle continued to make Mount Pèle, trying to perfect the cone.

2D still lay in his spaghetti, the sauce getting in his hair and making Murdoc laugh. "Yanno, 'e looks like a bloody tosser right now." He chuckled deeply as Russ sighed.

"He could have somethin' serious wrong wit' 'im and you're laughin'? Fuckin' jackass..." Murdoc gasped at Russel's choice of words.

"Shaddup, lard-arse," He spat back.

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