"Damnit, Stuart"
We've talked about this, I don't know why he still chooses to do this shit. Fucking idiot.
Carefully, Murdoc lifted the singer's head from it's face down position. He had a bloody nose and his forehead was busted. The blood was black in spots where there had been a lot of it in one place, but for the most part it had dried to a brown colour. Murdoc ran his finger across the wounds. It had a crusty texture.
The loud noise last night must've been this idiot.
Idiot.
Idiot.
Idiot.
Murdoc's dad instincts kicked in. Even though he hated 2-D for doing this again, he didn't hesitate to help the lad. He took the taller man into his green arms, bridal style, and carried him to the frail bed. Delicately, he placed the singer down. Careful not to wake the others with angry stomping, Murdoc tip toed into 2-D's bathroom. It was a terrible mess. There were dried globs of toothpaste about the sink, the porcelain of the sink itself had a yellowish stain from Satan knows what, towels littered the dirty floor tiles, a toilet paper roll was sprawled across the toilet seat, the mirrors were covered in dried water droplets, overall it was an eyesore. Even Murdoc, the most untidy of the four, cringed at the mess.
Murdoc physically shook the thought from his mind and continued his mission. He reached for the medicine cabinet, waving through all sorts of rubbish before finding cotton balls and rubbing alcohol. Feeling accomplished, the bassist swiftly made his way back to the unconscious singer.
The room had a gloomy touch to it that almost made Murdoc feel something. He didn't know what the emotion was but it was there for a unmistakable split second. Wishing not to feel it again he opened the curtains to let the morning sun cleanse everything in the room. After adjusting to the light change, Murdoc got to work.
He took a seat on 2-D, straddling the unconscious body between his legs. His rough, strong hands stroked the wounds softly. The old blood flaked away slowly. It had dried on the skin well. It was no match for Murdoc. Taking twice the account of alcohol and rubbing a bit harder, the blood came off easier.
The stinging sensation brought 2-D back to consciousness. Murdoc noticed the pair of black eyes shoot open, but didn't stop cleaning up the owner of said eyes. "Owww! Mudzz, stop that hurtss!" 2-D hissed and jerked his face away. "Who's Mudz?" Murdoc laughed at the weird nickname and continued on to 2-D's nose. The singer blushed and jerked away, again. "Stay still, Dullard"
2-D yelped as he felt the blood seperating from his skin. It was one of those unbearable feelings that made him cringe and wish he'd go numb. Murdoc gave him a furious look to get him to shut up. It was early as fuck and the others wouldn't want to be woken up this early. "Why are you even in 'ere?" 2-D asked, annoyed. His head was hurting and he felt sick. "I needed help with some bloody chord progression and I found you face down on the fucking floor of your room. No need to explain, though. Found your pill bottle not too far from your dumbass and a great deal of pills missing. I thought we talked about this," Murdoc finished up. He gathered the supplies next to them. Still expecting an answer, he didn't move from his spot.
2-D didn't remember anything from last night or what even lead him to overdose. The pills did that sort of thing. "Felt like it. Somefing wrong wit that?" 2-D pushed the Satanist off and hugged his knees. "Uh, yeah, actually there is. It hurts our image if the bloody singer is a drug addict. It's gonna make you look hideous and ten times older, we don't want that," Murdoc popped his tongue.
"I don' even wanna be in 'is crappy band no more.."
"Too bad, love" Murdoc smiled at the troubled boy, mockingly.
"Don' call me that"
Murdoc cocked his head to the left, innocently.
"Can you jus' leave already?" 2-D was annoyed by Murdoc's game.
"As you wish,"* Murdoc paused and prepared to run, "Princess" Murdoc bolted out faster than a blue hedgehog.
2-D sat there, letting his own thoughts contribute to the fire. All he wanted to do was quit the band. Why couldn't he just have that? Why was Murdoc so abusive but refused to let him go? If I'm that much of a burden, why doesn't he just let me leave? He obviously fucking hates me. What's his bloody problem? ...maybe sh-
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"Murdoc?! Why does it smell like weed in here?" Russel roared as he trudged through the house, in search of the green man. "I told you to do that tweaker shit out of the house! Noodle doesn't need to be exposed to this!"
"Oh, worry yerself none. I've hid it in my room it's just real good kush, got a strong smell", Murdoc chuckled devilishly. Russel gave him a disgusted look before checking up on Noodle.
Russel had just come back from the grocery store. Being the father figure of the house, he was constantly yelling at Murdoc for setting such a terrible example for the developing girl. 2-D? Well he was almost always up in his room, never getting himself into trouble. Russel trusted the boy. 2-D never did a thing that wasn't trustworthy other than the time he was trying to ride a tricycle up a ramp and over the sleeping drummer while Noodle and Del betted on whether he'd make it or not. But that was years ago! The boy had learned his lesson.
Up in his room, 2-D was whipping up a plan to get out of the band, or at least out of Kong. Sure, the old friend of his wasn't the best choice of saviors; but he had a chance of getting out of this mess if he succeeded.
[ Hi I'm sorry about everything that happened and I just really want to be friends again at least.. I'm bad at this I'm sorry, please.. ]
Sent 1:00pm
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Author's note:
Sorry for the short, shitty chapter I've been sick and didn't have the motivation. Have you done free murdoc yet?? It's bst so you have to convert it to your time zone, mine is Pacific so if you're pacific it's ending at 1pm.. (August 3rd)
Sorry if you were late but I'm p sure you can make up for the lore you missed next time the window is open.. The Universal has nothing to do with the chapter I just like the song (at the end, look to the left at the two dudes,, I accidentally saw it lol). It's cool, getting to throw my music taste at y'all with every new chapter...Btw I'm only doing songs now
CREDIT: Blur - The Universal
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