Running Down to the Riptide

Unstuck

(A/N: Welcome to Chapter 2, were we'll be introduced to the awesomeness that is: Russel Hobbs.Quick notes:first of all,, I'll be distinguishing time periodically throughout this chapter and also all text in italics is intentionally grammatically incorrect as well as misspelled, as they are 2D's text messages to Noodle.
So to reiterate, 2D's messages are in italics and Noodle's messages are in bold.)

Waking up was the oddest thing for Noodle, even after two years back on Earth. In Hell, there was no sleep, but somehow there were nightmares every single night; perhaps they were reality.

Nonetheless, every morning was a reward enough for surviving and escaping the mental and physical tortures that she went through.

On the day after she and 2D had bumped into each other at Starbucks, Noodle woke up at the time she always did on Saturday mornings, 9:00. She always slept on the couch in the front room, despite the fact that she had a large bedroom, partially so she could store her bicycle in her bedroom, also so that if a burglar or any other sort of assailant came into the flat, Noodle could intercept the person before hey could do Russel any harm.

Gorillaz' ex-guitarist slicked her hair out of her eyes, grabbed her glasses off of the coffee table, and turned her smart phone that she had received last Christmas. Gorillaz' former guitarist opened up her messages and saw a message from 2D that said “meet for breakfast luv?”

Noodle grinned and felt her stomach flip with anticipation. “Sounds fantastic! Where would you like to meet?”
“How about that one Starbucks on Sheridan?”

“wheres sheridan?”

“It's the Starbucks where we hung out in yesterday.”
“how about i just come over 2 ur place? ur living w/ russ, rite?
“Yes, I am.I'll have to talk to you later,” the young woman sent him after sending him her address.

“gr8 c u around 10:30.”

“That's dinner, not breakfast.”

“idc, itll just be dinner”

“What does that mean?”

“i dont care”

“I see. I'm leaving for good now.”

“bye”

She turned on a Bon Jovi internet radio station through Russel's speaker's through her tablet and as she walked into the water closet and closed the door, she discovered that “Livin' on a Prayer” could still be heard despite the fact that the door was closed.

Noodle took off her glasses, then began to wash up with her favourite mint body that she only used on special days, and if the text messages she had just shared with the ex-vocalist of Gorillaz were any indication, this was to be a very special day.

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An hour later, the young woman had a fresh mint smell, a head full of blue-black curls, a black Human League t-shirt and red skinny jeans, as well as a mind full of questions about her new place of work.

She had read and seen some disturbing pictures online regarding injuries and deaths that had taken place at Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria the night before, the animatronic-filled pizzeria where she had applied for the night previous and had been accepted immediately.