murdoc x reader

part 39

It had been a long time since you had cried over Murdoc. Ever since you left him in America and started a rather nice career back in England, you've had little to no time to think about him. You were far too busy with shows and writing/learning music to be bothered with relationships. Especially ones that were already broken. You hummed and continued to get ready back stage. Tonight was a rather huge show for you. Last show from your debut album, pretty lies, which did pretty damn well. Your fantastic producer, manager, group of friends, and few singles before this album did come in handy, though.

Your phone buzzed, and of course you checked it. It was a rando, number wishing you good luck on your performance. This happened often. People got your number from the Internet and texted you things. Some rude, some vulgar, but most supportive. "Thank you a bunch...x...o...x..." You read aloud as you replied to the mystery number. They almost immediately texted back. "No problem, sugar tits." You snickered after reading it, until you read it again. But it Murdocs voice.

You were honestly a bit shocked he had gotten the whole band back together and released their new album, Demon Days. Even though they had broken up again since then. And Noodle died. You had only listened to one song from the album... the one you wrote with him. You could have sued, but what could you have gained? Seeing the man who crushed your heart again? Yeah, no thanks. You tried your very best to avoid anything to do with Gorillaz. Listening to them hurt too much.

You shrugged away the thoughts and memories of that bowl cut bitch and continued to get ready. Usually, singers would have their makeup done for them, but you liked to do it yourself. Independence was a big thing to you, and you needed it. In a way you were forced to grow up when you were kicked out by your parents, but it took over three years for you to actually become an adult. And you were thankful you were finally that.

You finished with your eye liner and stood up. You made sure to wipe the lipstick from your bright, white teeth. You walked to your outfits and snatched a two piece (favorite color) dress from the rack, along with a pair of black heels and some black accessories. You had two hours until show time, and about an hour until your manager was going to knock on your door. Another good thing about getting ready yourself, was that you could have time to spare.  You strutted back over to your leather chair and sat down in it. You looked in the mirror and smiled at yourself. "You're going to do great, (y/n)." You mumbled to yourself.

And then your phone went off again. It was the number from before. "Come out back of the place for a moment, I got you something...?" You curled your upper lip and thought for a moment. This person just called you sugar tits, this could be bad. But then again, you'll never know if you don't go.

You texted back 'alright', and left your room.

You dodged people in the halls, ignored them when they asked where you were headed. You took a deep breath, and walked out of the back secret exit. There was no one.

"Hello?" You beckoned. No answer. You turned to head back in, a bit worried.

But the door was locked. You bit your bottom lip and felt your whole body freeze. Someone was close by.

You spun around to see a man standing before you. He was taller than you, a hoodie on, and a mask on. Your eyes widened, but before you could scream, he covered your face with a cloth.

And everything went black.