I'm sorry ~2doc~

Sad

2D sat up in his room for the rest of the day.
No it wasn't fun.
All he wanted to do was just go down stairs and watch a horror flick. Was it that hard to have a normal life?
-
Murdoc didn't feel terrible about what he did. In fact he was proud of hurting faceache. That dullard. Who does he think he is? Coming and disrupting Murdoc as he quietly watched television. What a asshole.
But then again...Murdoc was the one who did technically want to start the quarrel.
He knows about the seat and 2D and yet he continues to sit in it.
It's not even that comfortable. It smelled like ass not to mention. And suddenly- Murdoc immediately felt awful?! A pang of regret mixed with sadness. He claims 2D is the one who fucks with him but in reality, Murdoc is the one who fucks around.
Yikes.
"Calm down Mudsy, it's just a silly ol' emotion."
Murdoc said out loud
"He was the one who started this sodding fight!"
BANG
Murdoc jumped and ran upstairs. He looked around the hallway
BANG
He heard it again.
It came from 2Ds room. Obviously.
He ran to room to check and see if the younger was alright.
well...alright enough to sing.
He tried opening the door.
Jammed.
"Oh bloody hell."
He knocked on the door.
"Yes?" A small voice answered.
"2D, will you pLEASE open the fucking door."
"No! You just ruin everything I do. I don't want to live like this anymore. I can't be happy when you're around!"
Murdoc tried the door for another twenty minutes.
2D stopped answering ten minutes after.
Murdoc started worrying. He was genuinely worrying.
Not good.
"2D, OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR THIS VERY INSTANT OR I SWEAR TO SATAN I WILL PUSH IT DOWN ON MY OWN."
No answer.
Fine. If the little brat won't open it, I'll open it on my own.
All Murdoc had to do was slam his foot in and pop like magic, the door opened.
But what he saw wasn't magical. It wasn't pleasant. It was a lifeless 2D. On the floor. Sleeping pills in hand, razor blade in other. Blood dropped down his wrists.
Murdoc didn't scream. He didn't show any sign of emotion.
He crumbled to the floor and slowly crawled over to the singer.
His singer.
He did everything in his power to revive 2D and after almost half an hour- a faint heartbeat arrived deep inside of 2Ds chest.
It was a close call.
Murdoc could have lost everything.
It's time Mudz here gets some help.

Hey lmao. I'm Dylan. Welcome to Cringe Central.

I don't ship it- don't yell at me lmao. I just got the idea of writing a random 2doc (or Studoc for all you weirdos) fanfiction.
Enjoy ;))