The Con (Gorillaz Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3- Confinement

Murdoc landed the hang glider on the soft sand. They were back on Plastic Beach.

Tired from the long trip, 2D looked up as Murdoc continued march onto the stairs that led to the entrance of a massive white mansion.

He looked up. Seagulls circled the top of the house that stood on the pink coral looking substance shaped in a disfigured cylinder. Everything was plastic. The palm trees that layered the beach with its spiked leaves were plastic, perhaps even the sand the laid crunched under 2Ds feet. Everything was made of little bits of junk that had washed up from inside the sea and formed in one place.

This place. With a little help of Murdoc of course, and though strangely, mostly consisted of pink objects.

Feeling elated that he didn't die that day,yet very mad at Murdoc for almost killing him,he dragged his feet off of the sand onto the iron stairs that led to the large metal door. He opened it, turning the large wheel-like knob.

With the girl still on his back breathing steadily,he looked around the room he was in. The lift room. It was to take you up and about the mansion without the use of stairs. Of course 2D wasnt quite sure if anything was operational in the house anymore.

He stared the large object in the middle of the room. A closed elevator. He wasn't sure how to operate it nor turn it on. He hadn't been out of captivity long enough of how to remember how to correctly do things. So he stood there looking around on the grey cylinder for a sort of button-looking thing. After many minutes of searching he became helpless.

Looking around the room he noticed lots of broken things surrounding him. Broken guitars,and defective amps covered in seaweed. There were many boxes around him that 2D didn't dare to open, and dirt seem to be on top of everything. 2D shrugged and jumped up to secure the girl on his back, when he heard a peculiar sound come from the back of him.

He suspiciously looked to the left and coincidentally looked down to his lower focal point. There stood a short man in a white tuxedo. His hair looked like it contained pounds of hair gel that made it stand up in a bowl position on his head. His large crooked nose twitched as he shuffled towards 2D,who was more than three times his size.

"THE LIFT SIR. The lift!" He said in a crippled voice.

2D looked puzzled.

"Yes, the lift." 2D stammered. "Uh...I can't open it sir"

The small man looked up at 2D and disorientated his face. He suddenly became serious.

He walked up to the cylinder lift, his miniature legs made his body shake back and forth as he did. He looked at 2D and then the lift again, and kicked it. The metal door slid open making the room shake.

"Oh...thats how you do it." 2D chuckled. "Thank you."

2D entered the lift. Graffiti and muck covered the wall. He spotted multiple buttons, and decidedly pressed the second one which glowed a light yellow. He quickly descended down into the beach as the door shut behind him.

Down he went a short ways, into where the study was, where he presumed Murdoc was admiring his bass guitar or polishing one of his shrunken heads that hung to the walls as decoration, as 2D expected he would do for entertainment.

The door opened,and 2D nervously walked sideways out of it, like a crab on the beach. He immediately heard the familiar creaky voice.

"2D. Finally you're here...god boy how long does it take for you to get up here? And you used the lift too."

2D paused and looked around, his eyes where peeled for a cage that would randomly drop down at any second and trap 2D in it. But nothing happened. What a wild imagination 2D had. But it was always good to be prepared when Murdoc was about.