Chance... Probably. (Gorillaz 2D x Reader)

Chapter Twenty-Six: Forced Reassurance

(A/N: Back early! My phone is basically unusable right now so I think there'll be more updates... Either that or I'll end up getting addicted to The Sims 4. Anyways, my friend/ mentally adopted sister is writing a story called Alone that I'll put some sort of link to as soon as she publishes it. It's a bit depressing, but still heartwarming, so... yeah, if you're in the mood for that, I'll do my best to direct you to it without directly mentioning her and allowing her to find my account and therefore my stories which I am doing my best to hide from her. One last thing: I think I've been out in the country too long. My imagination ran wild and now I want to write a Torchwood and Black Butler crossover fic... anyways, ONWARD, MY READERS!)

(Murdoc's POV)

I honestly couldn't understand why (Y/N) wanted me, out of all people, to talk to about whatever was bothering her. I mean, I don't think a lot of people looked at the green-tinted, messy-haired man blasting War Pigs as loud as possible while speeding down the road and thought "you know what? He looks like he's a person you could really confide in." Still, I felt like I definitely owed her for before- and I didn't need to give her another reason to punch me... that's... that's absolutely the main reason.

I stepped up to her door, then hesitated for a moment. Could I really do this? I'm not used to having to deal with... feelings. If Noodle is ever upset, I direct Russel or- only if he's not around- 2D to her and they take care of it, and I just kick out the admittedly slutty women that end up in my Winnebago in the morning. (Y/N) sounded freaked out, scared, and almost like she was about to cry- how the hell do I talk to her after hearing that?

Well, I guess I'm about to find out. She's already opening the door.

With a softly muttered "hi," she's already dragging me up to her flat. I mean, not that I'm complaining, but I wish the circumstances were diff- no! Stop it! You're here to help her. As a friend. Don't be... like that.

Hurriedly directing me to a chair and closing her door behind us, she spoke a little clearer this time. "Sorry..." It was only now that I got a good look at her face, and she appeared to be holding back tears. Hiding my internal panic, I asked carefully, "what's wrong?"

(Your POV)

I took a deep breath, struggling to figure out how to explain my situation. Honestly, I wasn't sure how to feel- scared, obviously, but the only reason I really wanted to cry was because I had let my imagination run wild and assumed Stuart might have something to do with this... I just did my best to explain the situation rationally, without focusing on my emotions.

Murdoc looked a bit nervous after the mention of Paula's name. After I told her what she said to me, he shook his head and said, "honestly... There was always something wrong with her, I knew it, but things just got worse after we kicked her out of the band." I nodded, not knowing much about what had happened to her, but enough to know I was potentially in danger. I looked up from the floor to Murdoc, who asked, "is there anything else?" "W-well..." I hesitated for a moment, unsure if I should tell him about my suspicions. Looking back on it, they sounded pretty unlikely. To my surprise, he stood up, placed a hand on my shoulder, and said, "come on, just say it. Whatever it is, I'll listen." I opened my mouth for a moment, and after some consideration of his statement, I spoke:

"Are you a demon Murdoc summoned and you're possessing him? Because if so, you're not doing a very good job. He isn't usually that nice."

Murdoc gave this a soft chuckle, before speaking seriously: "(Y/N), really, just say it." I sighed and finally spoke, "Well... I- I just... after you showed me th-that picture... I couldn't help but think..." I hesitated, and Murdoc spoke again. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have showed you that. But really, 2D seemed agitated when they were speaking. Whatever she was trying to tell him, he wasn't buying a word of it. I mean, unless he somehow knew I was watching the entire time and was really pulling off professional-level acting. But since half the time he doesn't realize when I'm standing right behind him and he can barely act like a normal human, I'd fucking doubt that." I smiled a little, genuinely reassured by his claims.

"Besides," Murdoc added, "Even if the two really are working together on this, I'll make sure to frame Paula for some horrific crime and then give 2D such a hard hit to the head that it actually knocks out his eyes along with his memory so you two can start over. He'll be blind, but as long as he can sing I think it's fine." I laughed softly- and a little nervously- at this, and said, "thanks, Murdoc. But I don't think that'll be necessary." Murdoc shrugs and says, "anytime."

I paused for a moment, then said, "you got here incredibly fast... you broke the speed limit, didn't you?" He hesitated for a moment, laughed nervously, then said, "I don't think I ever went under it." I laughed and lightly punched him on the shoulder, saying, "well, at least you were determined to help. Thanks."

(Murdoc's POV)

I'm not going to tell her about the many, many other traffic laws I broke on the way here...