The blue haired boy sat up in his bed, the warm blankets falling and collecting at his waist. A sliver of light crept through his dirty blinds. As his body fully registered that morning had come, his breath hitched. Another bloody migraine, he thought. With that, the boy heaved his scrawny legs over the edge of the bed and stood up. His head became dizzy. It was always difficult for him to manage a day in the hellhole he called home when a migraine was on.
As he stumbled his way to the bathroom, using various furniture items to stabilize his steps, he heard that the other three had already gotten out of bed. Judging by the table drumming, gameboy beeps, and raspy swearing, it seemed that they were up for quite a while now.
His pale, rough hand rested on the doornob, turning it with exaggerated effort. The bathroom smelled of various hygienic products and filth. A pile of towels lay in front of the shower. It was an unorganized mess. He reached for the cabinet, pulling out the faithful painkillers. His boney fingers popped the pills into his mouth. The boy didn't bother with pouring a glass of a water and instead drank the pill down by shoving his face under the faucet and collecting tap water in his mouth.
He stepped out, neglecting to fix his hair and brush his teeth. The boy made his way through the hall and down the stairs. The smell of toaster waffles, syrup, and chocolate milk filled the air. It was abnormal to wake up to this, considering the fact that no one ever really bothered with making breakfast. Noodle must have wanted another one of those family breakfast things. I'm not complaining, it's a good change, the boy thought.
As he reached the living room, he stopped. The black, colorless eyes of his examined the room. Only Noodle, the band's 14 year old guitarist was about.
"'Ey Noodle, do ya know where Murdoc an' Russ are?" Although he was asking for both of their whereabouts, he only cared for Murdoc. In order to keep himself out of harms way, he avoided Murdoc. Especially now that he had a migraine, a smack upside the head would be a bitch.
"Yeah, Russ is in the kitchen preparing breakfast and Murdoc just left. I think he went in the garage or something... Oh! And good morning Toochie!" She smiled sweetly at the distressed 2-D. He mumbled a good morning and sat next to Noodle.
15 minutes of 2-D watching Noodle play her gameboy passed before Russ called, "Breakfast is ready, ya crackers!" The pair left the living room, their mouths salivating. Noodle excitedly bounced up and down when she saw four plates topped with waffles. "We're eating together like a family yaaay!" She cheered. 2-D looked down and smiled. Seeing Noodle always made him happy. What an optimistic kid.
Because of the hunger surrounding their minds, the three didn't realize Murdoc had arrived. "What the bloody hell is happening?" The grumbly voice asked. He took a sip of the beer in his hand, expecting an explanation. Noodle twiddled her delicate fingers behind her back and stared at her toes. "We were having a family breakfast, I hope you don't mind joining, Murdoc.." the Japanese girl shyly offered. He knew he couldn't say no for two reasons, he'd break Noodle' s heart and Russel would break his nose (again..). He already had Russel staring him down because of his alcoholic beverage consumption so early in the morning.
With that, Murdoc took his seat and began stuffing his face. For a while, all you could hear was the sound of chewing and silverware hitting plates. Noodle decided to break the awkward silence by humming the song she wrote recently, Dare. It changed the atmosphere to be more friendly. 2-D however, did not notice. For the blue haired boy was watching the middle aged bass player. He didn't know why, but Murdoc seemed to interest 2-D in that moment. It was astonishing to him how natural every bite Murdoc took looked. Seeing his sharp teeth tear apart each waffle piece was entertaining in a way. To think about how one moment he'd be on a rampage, the next he'd be devouring food.
How does he even live with himself? He's eating like any normal person would. There isn't a hint of guilt on his face. Does he not care, the pain he causes me everyday, does he not care about that? Sure, he shows respect to the others.Why not me though? I don't remember doing anything wrong.
"What the fuck do you want, faceache?"
2-D entered an immediate panic. He didn't know how to respond. A thought far in his mind reminded him no matter what he said, he was going to get hit. This struck even more fear in him. He sat there staring into Murdoc's glassy eyes. 2-D' s body began to shake violently, his palms were sweating, and his breath picked up. The voidfull eyes of his began to water. Why was I staring at him, goddamnit.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Murdoc rhetorically asked as he left the table, tainted plate in hand.
2-D silently cursed himself for over reacting and began picking at his food. Eventually, Noodle and Russel had finished and left. Due to his new found solitary situation, he sighed loudly. It was so hard to feel normal.
Sure, the band mates all had their share of unique features. Although, 2-D could never get past his anxiety, he tried to fit in with the rest of the band mates. It was difficult as hell. Everyone seemed to work so well together. Why couldn't he just act normal like the rest?
He threw the crappy, plastic, child plate in the sink and ran up to his room without acknowledging the others.
Murdoc always saw these kind of behaviors as some sort of narcissistic acts. The Dullard' s so damn full of himself. He never wants anything to fucking do with us. Not that I enjoy the idiot's presence. Heck, if it wasn't for that beautiful voice and pretty looks of his, he wouldn't be in my band.
Murdoc left the living room and the other two band members, his feet crashing into the floor. Every step contained more rage than the last.
I'm done with his shit.
Author's note:
Do you find these annoying? I was really wanting to not do these but there were a few things I had to say. If you find these annoying, do tell.
First of all, this isn't going to follow any of the lore. The phase style will still apply but other than that, it's fan fiction, it won't be accurate. This isn't the first thing I've written. It is the first on this account to be published and written to fit 2doc. As updating is concerned, if you read it, I update. If you want me to be more engaged, you gotta help me. I love you to death for reading even the first chapter. It would really help my motivation if you commented, voted, etc. Even if this is the first and last A/N, there will always be fan art and a song.
CREDIT: Gorillaz : Headache by Zilkenian on DeviantArt
Twenty One Pilots: Migraine
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