El Mañana (Murdoc x Reader x 2D)

To Understand the Future, We Have To Go Back In Time

"What do you mean that you LOST her?" I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning white. His face was pale as he stared at the wall, himself still wearing that stupid shirt, and his hands clenched into fists, his mouth wide. He probably wasn't expecting the night to go like that for him. He was expecting to do it with her in the bed, then ditch her. But, instead, he decided to summon fucking Satan, and he decided that he would just take my baby girl to marry him down in Hell. Or, that's what he said. It was kind of outrageous. Murdoc looked like he had seen the devil.

"Not necessarily lost, but taken." Murdoc's voice, for the first time, was quiet, his face gentle, and himself shaking his head. I gripped my hair in annoyance. He had been acting weird. Quieter, almost scared, and he hadn't threatened to hurt me once. He just kind of sat there, a cigarette in his mouth, and his lips somewhat parted in shock. He had a look of fulfillment in his eyes, a look that had scared away the one of hunger that had plagued him before. "Same exact thing! You are horrible! Why would you summon Satan in front of her? She doesn't need that, you idiot. You are horrible, a monster!" I yelled at him, my emotions running rampant.

"You don't have to say that stuff, okay? God, you are such a jerk!" Murdoc stood up from the table, the cigarette falling out of his mouth as he bellowed, and I turned towards him, seeing something in his eyes. He was crying. Not all that much, but tears edged the corners of his eyes, a feeling that I was all too comfortable with. He looked taken aback, wiping off his eyes, and looking at the sparkles that were on his grin hand. His face turned angry as he slapped me on the back of the head, myself helping as I tried to dodge it, but failed, his hand connecting with the back of my head, and my hair whipping in my face. "Go get yourself fucking ready, dingbat." He barked at me, climbing up the stairs.

I rung my hands out, rubbing the back of my head, and taking out the box of cigarettes that was in my pocket, placing one in between my teeth, flicking my thumb over the lighter, frustrated as it didn't light up. My head was pounding, and him hitting it didn't help. And now, it looked like we were going to Hell. I wasn't prepared, and I don't think I would be. But this was my monkey we were talking about, Y/N, baby doll, darling. She needed help. I heard timid footsteps, not the same as the stinking ones that Murdoc possessed, or the heavy ones that Russell had, which had re-enacted the scene from Jurassic Park anytime someone had a cup of water.

"'D, are you okay?" I heard her voice. No, not the one that I had been hoping to hear, hoping that she was just hiding in the closet. Hoping that she was just under the bed, and not actually in Hell. Noodle. The one that I had watched grow up in place of Y/N, the one that was a replacement that I so humbly took. I moved the cigarette away from my lips, my hands in my head, and a frown on my face, myself shaking. Anger, stress, worry, sadness, despair. Greed, envy, wrath. I was angry at Murdoc, stressed about her being gone, worried for her well being, sad that I might not see her face again, and in despair because I felt like I couldn't do anything. Greed was an uncomfortable emotion that had been taking place in my brain lately, and was probably caused by someone else having her, which was stupid. Envy because I wished I was him. And wrath because wouldn't mind decking Murdoc right now, in his emotional state.

"Yeah, sure, Noods. I'm perfectly fine." I grumbled through the cigarette, holding it with my teeth as I pulled on my boots, a hand running through my hair, myself tensing. I looked in the mirror, looking at my eyes, which were white with stress. With all of the emotions I was feeling. I rubbed my face, playing around with some of the wrinkles that had grown in. God, was I old. Not as old as pickle dick, but, still. Was I really seen as a sex symbol? I shouldn't be worrying about this.

"You and Murdoc must've switched bodies. 'Cause you are acting like a douchebag, while he is upstairs, crying. Where is Y/N? Usually you would have her pressed to your side or something." Noodle glared at me, turning me away from the mirror, looking awfully annoyed. She crossed her arms, her hair messed up, and bags underneath her eyes, which were puffy and red. She tapped her toe against the wood floor, a sock lazily put on, them being mismatched, and one of my older shirts draping across the frame of her body. I looked at her.

"Love, have you been crying?" I asked softly, my eyes darting across her face as she turned herself around, herself beginning to slouch. "No, I haven't been crying. And, just in case you didn't know, I'm coming with you guys." Noodle added haughtily, raising her nose in the air, and beginning to walk away. I quickly followed her, gripping over the boots that I had put on, which happened to be Murdoc, with his huge ass feet. Maybe we had switched bodies. I was craving some whiskey right now, something to put me right to sleep. And the usual ache for painkillers had slowly subsided.

"No, you are not. You have to stay here in case Russell comes back, or if someone tries to steal the house. Besides, you don't even like her all that much, why would you want to go?" I asked, being extremely insensitive. She slapped her hand right across my face, myself becoming silent, the swift motion leaving a red mark on my cheek, the sting still being there as I rotated my job. "Of course I like her! She is funny, and cute, and awesome, you dunce! It's just, ever since she came back, you have been acting different. You have changed into someone else, probably to impress her, or make sure that Murdoc doesn't take her. I want the old 2D back, the one who would play dress-up with me, and would sing with me for fun. I want the 2D that would read me bedtime stories, and show me all of your horror movies, and braid the hair on my dolls. Sometimes you would play LEGOS with me, and talk about clubbing with Paula. You would paint my nails, and your nails as well, and try to hide them from Murdoc while laughing with me. You would joke with me about watching Veggie Tales, then actually bring out Dawn of the Dead."

I almost felt like throwing up, holding the couch, and avoiding her gaze, leaning against the couch as a headache began to come on, holding my head, and sinking to my knees.

"Stuart. Stu-art. Stu. Stu Pickles."

Her voice echoed in my head as I stumbled, trying to get myself to stand up, using the nightstand that had held the lamp by the couch as a way to help myself up. I should've used the couch, as I broke the leg of the nightstand, the lamp falling on my head. I heard Noodle gasp, taking a few steps backwards. I grabbed onto the couch, and pulled myself up, slurring nonsensical words, myself eyes crossed as I laughed, stumbling around. "Black, white, green, or blue. Show off your natural hue, flamingo!" I sang, Noodle grabbing my arms, and handing me a bottle. I took the pills in it, the pain slowly subsiding as I laughed, sitting on the couch.

"Who taught you what clubbing meant, monkey?"
"You did."

Her voice still echoed through my head as I stood up. "You aren't going to Hell, I am, with that emotional baby. I am going to save the love of my life!" I yelled as I bursted out laughing, hugging Noodle tightly as she smiled, and reached up on her tiptoes to ruffle up my own hair, hugging me back. Medic stomped down the stairs, wearing a silk dress shirt, black jeans, and his Cuban heels. He had a bunch of supplies with him, rolling his eyes. "Fucking nonce." He grumbled, and began to set them on the dining room table, mixing them together.

"Love me, Murdong." I draped my arms over his shoulders, and laughed as I punched me backwards, me falling into the wall. "Noodle, what the fuck did you give this twat?" Well, he was moody. Wasn't he happy that I was happy? He hadn't been hitting me all that much since Y/N came here, been taking it on himself, all S&M style. Or so I heard. All that pent up anger, and I had gotten away with saying so much stuff. "Sugar pills. Good luck. He doesn't want me to go to Hell, so y'all have fun on your fucking rescue mission. I'm going to watch over Russell." She rolled her eyes, passing Murdoc the pills as he continued to work his magic.

I didn't see much of what happened, but he was packing some stuff, putting it into the pockets of his backpack, and hoisting the backpack on his shoulders. I looked up, and I didn't know how high I was, or if I even was high. I felt high, but, because she said sugar pills, I was confused. Was it like nicotine? Something that didn't make you high, but relaxed? Or, in this case, hyper? Energetic? Was sugar pills a code name for a drug that I had probably taken before. Ecstasy, maybe. Heroin. I didn't know. But I did see a black and red portal on the dining room table.

My fingers graced the edge of the portal, and I stuck my whole hand in, feeling a hit, almost welcoming sensation in the other side of the portal, closing my eyes. "Don't stick your hand in there!" Murdoc yelled at me, and I turned towards him, a blank look on my face as I slowly pulled my hand out. He began to scream, looking directly at my hand. I began to scream as well, turning around, and grabbing my wrist, looking at my hand, which looked completely normal. My screams died down as Murdoc began to explode in laughter, gripping his stomach. "It's not going to fucking kill you, you daft cow." He hopped on the table, and stepped through, not having to duck. Lucky for him.