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

Chapter Twenty-Seven: On With Life... Sort Of...

(A/N: I've eaten two (large) bowls of cereal and three tacos in the past forty minutes. Please send help.)

(2D's POV)

I paced around my room, genuinely concerned for (Y/N). How the heck did Paula even get her number? And more importantly, why? She seemed stable enough when we last met. Then again, I've been told i'm bad at picking up on things like that. Is that why everyone-other than Murdoc- seems so normal?

Either way, I think there is a possibility (Y/N) is in danger. And if that's the case, it's my responsibility to protect her!

...Shit. She's doomed.

(Murdoc's  POV)

I eventually headed back to Kong studios, not running any red lights on the way back upon (Y/N)'s request.

...Hey, I'm not lying. Driving around them doesn't count.

I stepped inside after inspecting the Geep for any damage, finding Noodle sitting on a chair. She seemed to be in the middle of some kind of existential crisis. I decided it was probably best to just step around her and keep walking. 2D came downstairs, nearly running into me. "Watch it," I warned him. He stared at me blankly- so basically, how he stares at everyone- and asked, "where were yew?" I sighed and answered "at (Y/N)'s" before continuing to walk. However, he grabbed my arm, and although his grip was pretty weak, I decided I might as well listen to whatever he had to say. "What?" I asked in annoyance. "Why were yew at 'er house?" he asked me suspiciously. I rolled my eyes. "She just wanted to ask me about something, and said she'd rather do it in person, okay? It's none of your business, and frankly, if you want more information you should ask her and not me." Figuring that would shut him up, I pulled my arm back and walked away.

(Your POV)

I was finishing up some work, thankful that Murdoc had gotten me back to a state in which I could be productive. (A/N: good for you, Reader-chan. I'm just going to keep watching Dan and Phil and silently praying I'll have enough money to get my phone screen replaced so my friends and family will stop thinking I'm ignoring them.) I had also checked on any possibility of me finding the owner of the parakeet, but to no avail. So, instead, I saved my work and went to find some food.

While I was making a sandwich, my phone's notification tone went off, so I put down what was in my hands and checked it.

All I saw was a text from an unknown number:

Three more days, (Y/N).

(A/N: sorry this was short but I literally had no ideas, I'm just bored... Please, if you have suggestions for anything- something else I could work on on the side of this story, or even just a small event that could be thrown into the middle of a chapter, don't hesitate to comment them...)