2D X Reader [This Is My World]

Chapter Four

My eyes opened up and I felt exhausted. My lower body was aching like crazy. 2-D arm was still over my stomach. I picked it up and moved it over but his arm slid right back to its previous position. I didn't know what to do in this situation since I'm always the one to bring people home. I didn't know if I should leave or stay until he got up.
    I didn't want to wake 2-D up since I heard he has a hard time sleeping when stressed. Hell, is he even stressed anymore with Murdoc gon? Whatever, I didn't want to be rude and disturb his slumber. I felt fine until I felt a warm liquid dripping on my shoulder. "What the fu- oh that's...disgusting."  2-D's lips were parted and droll dripped out from beneath his missing teeth. I pushed his head away from me and wiped the saliva off my shoulder and onto the bed.
    I tossed my clothes on as you'd usually do when you got up in the morning after a one night stand. While picking up my shirt I saw something that caught my eye that must've been in the back pocket of 2-D's pants.
"What is this?", I whisper picking up the black notebook. It is covered in stickers and on the middle of the cover there is a piece of tape that says "2-D". 2-D was still asleep on the bed so I decided to take a peak through it. I knew I shouldn't be going through a 'stranger's' personal belongings but I wanted to know just what was going on inside this man's head.
    I sit in front of the bed and turn to the first page. A rainbow sticker that reads 'This belongs to Me". I cocked an eyebrow and turned the page once more. I flip through it more and more. I didn't expect the pages to be so cryptic. His hand writing looks like something that came out of a horror film. Things like "unliked" and "I'm the disappointment" were written inside.
Aside from the random scribbles and such on the pages created with sharpies and a red marker and the really crappy doodles, I've learned that 2-D is actually an artist only, the sketches he made were grotesque. A demonic version of what I assume to be himself  holding a microphone which fades into a snake. A woman with heart glasses, horns, and a cigarette. That must be Noodle. Next a large bird wearing Russel's clothes. Russel. Last but certainly not least, a demon with Murdoc's face on it's ass. I guess when 2-D calls Murdoc an asshole he portrays him as an actual demon's ass.

"Wot ar' yeuw' doin'!?"

"I...uh...sorry...?"

Silent.
2-D just stared at me while he redressed himself, making sure I didn't turn though anymore pages.

"Some of your art is really cool...", I mumbled.

2-D perked up, ". . .really?"

"Yeah!" I reassured, closing the book and set it to the side.

"I neva' showed people my drawin's before."

"They are so good how did you learn how to do these?"

"Well," 2-D sat next to me on the floor, "I had nofink' to do while I was on an island for a few years so an' instead of  writin' songs fo' Murdok', I decided start to draw."

"What did you start to draw there?"

"Eh? Uhm. We don' tolk' bout' fhat'."

"Please tell."

". . . So uh. Ya' know those depressed kids online dat' draw dat' 'vent art' or woteva? I decided, 'well why don' I do fhat'?' Just to see if eht' would help and it did."

"What did you draw though?"

He sighed, "Too many questions. I'll tell yeuw' lata'. I need ta' go find me mates. Noodle probably pissed fhe' fok off at me for leavin'."

"Oh. Sorry..."

"Eht's fine." He stood up and snatched a pen from the table, quickly wrote down something in the book, ripped out the page, and handed it over. "Here's me numba', text me righ' now and make sure eht's right. I'd like ta' meet up again before we go on tour again."

I nodded and texted. It was right. He checked his phone and smiled. The smile fades once he saw all of the missed calls and messages from Noodle. "I ave' tah' go righ' now I'll see yeuw' soon! Tonight works righ'?"

"Ye-yeah..."

"Okay fanks' luv. Ave' a good day I'll see yeuw' in a few hours!" He rushed around collecting his few belongings and rushed out the door.

    My eyes were wide. I looked out into hallway. He was gone already.
"Hmph."

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Okay if you didn't see 2-D's journal and don't know what drawings I'm talking about, here:

Okay it's late sorry for the short, rushed chapter but you got what you wanted.