Pharmacy- A 2D x Reader (Gorillaz) COMPLETED

Womanizer, wise-ass, regret

(A/N: Exams ended today, I'm feeling pumped! Which is ironic because this chapter is kinda sad... suicide warning, read with caution)

After eating the French toast breakfast Russel brought to my room, I went to go take a shower. Blue Boy had gone for a nap. The water trickled down my body as my thoughts did my mind. "We're broken..." the words rang in my ears.
We truly were... Blue Boy hadn't been the goof I thought he was. And even though I knew he saw me at my worst, it didn't phase him as it did me. He seemed to know exactly what was going on in my mind. I didn't know whether or not to feel threatened by his observances or give into the trust I was slowly building up for him.

Turning the water off, I dry off and get dressed in a casual t-shirt and jeans, plopping lazily on the bed. There was a knock at the door.
"Y/n, can I come in?" A gruff voice came through.
"Come in."
Murdoc walked in, covering his eyes with his one hand. "Are you decent?"
I rolled my eyes, "Yes, I'm dressed."
He lowered his hand laughing softly, "Can't take any chances, made the mistake of walking into a girl's room when she's naked too many times already."
I tilt my head, "I don't think I wanna know." I laughed.

Murdoc sat on the edge of the bed, falling back on his back with a thud before speaking. "Why did you leave the concert so early?" he asked, turning his head to me.
"Eh... I don't know, I just felt like it I guess." I shrugged.
"C'mon, that might have worked on Faceache but we both know that excuse is way too plain for my... genius." he said, swaying his hand in the air like royalty. He was such a child sometimes... but he was right. Not about the genius part, but about how I made an excuse.
I groaned, throwing my head back. "Can't you give a woman a break?"
"I'll gladly oblige if you tell me." he slyly smiled, knowing he had won.

I knew I wasn't going to get out of this with another excuse... "I left because Josh was there."
He sat up quickly, looking at me with his jaw dropped. "Is he stalking you?"
"What? No! It was just coincidental... He was surrounded by a bunch of girls and... like I said, I just felt like leaving."
Murdoc gave me a cocky smile, "Are you jealous?"
I glare at him, picking up my pillow and tossing it towards his face. He ducks and lifts his hands in defence.
"Okay, okay, you're not jealous! It was a dumb question... Why would you even be..."
"What do you mean by that?" I ask, raising a brow.
"You're gonna make me say it, eh? Josh is a douche... honestly, I don't know why you two dated. Sure, he can get a lot of girls, but there's one thing he could never afford to have."
"What's that?"
"You."

I thought it over. Mudz was right. I wasn't just another girl Josh could swoon off her feet.

"Why do you do stuff like this?" I ask frustratingly, positioning myself next to him, laying down.
"Stuff like what?"
"You're this moody grump who takes his frustrations out on other people, yet you become this totally different person when talking to me."

He had a troubled look on his face, closing his eyes momentarily, deep in thought.
"2D."
"What does he have to do with it?"
Murdoc stayed silent for what seemed ages before talking.
"I'm sure he told you about the abuse, eh? Yeah, we were never on good terms, but... I never knew it would drive him as far as it did..."
"As far as it did?" I ask uneasily, a sick feeling in my stomach.

For a moment Murdoc completely zoned out, his eyes glazing with his tainted memories.
"Mudz?" I furrow my brows in concern.
"One night," he whispered, not looking me in the eye. "I walked into 2D's room. I was mad because he had left his shoes in the hallway again. I found him on the floor. He had..." He trialled off, now forcing the words out of his mouth. "He tried to take his own life, Y/n. Cut his wrists... And to know I had been a driving factor in his decision, I... I know I'm not a perfect person, but I've been trying to be since that day. He still sees me as the old Mudz and I don't blame him... but I never wanted it to go this far."

His voice seemed to run thin towards the end. I took a moment to take in everything he said to me. Here he was, Murdoc Niccals, womanizer and wise-ass pouring his heart out. Sharing every gruesome detail of his deepest regret.
"Mudz..."
"Yeah?" he mouthed, not managing to get any words out.
"You didn't know... And at least you've changed... or at least I hope you have."
Murdoc stood up and slowly walked to the door, turning to me before he left. "I'm not asking you to believe me, love... all I'm asking is that you trust me. Can you do that?"
I nodded, and with that, he left. I laid back on my pillow, going through the conversation a few times. Hearing all these emotional backstories had taken a lot out of me. Slowly I drifted out of consciousness, falling fast asleep with Murdoc's words replaying in me head.

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He looked up at me pleadingly. Wrists mutilated by the swift curves etched into his skin. Eyes wide and glazed with jaded regret. His mouth, agape, in silent explaining. His complexion almost ghostly, lifeless, colourless... a canvas of pure exhaustion.
I grabbed his head in my hands, making him look as the tears streamed down my face. "You're such an idiot, how could you do this to yourself." I choked, rubbing his stained cheeks with my thumbs.
I try picking him up, his lanky and long limbs dragging on the ground, making me stumble.
"I need help!"
"Don't..." he says in barely a whisper.
"No, no, no, stay with me Blue Boy, stay with me. I said I need help goddamnit!"
He started mumbling under his breath and it became nearly impossible to make out the words.
"Stu? Stu! Just hang in there, okay? Everything's going to be okay." I move his hair away from his eyes, enabling him to see me.
"Just focus on me okay, just focus on me."

I sprung up from my bed, sweating and breathing heavily. It was just a dream, thank God, it was just a dream...