Plastic Beach

The Signs. Ch 1

Stewert Pots. A singer, songwriter, and the face of Gorillaz. His signature blue hair and black eyes were known by all, and if that's is the case. How did he get stuck on a pink island called "plastic beach". Who knew.

2D watched the tropical fish swim past his basement room window. His eyes gazing and each new color that was brought to his sights. This was what he did most while Murdoc stayed upstares, working on the new Cyborg Noodle. 2D could hear him rambling on about whatever was frustrating him at the time. With each loud clash that made its way to the singer, he flinched in response. he couldn't help but be reminded of a few nights before when Murdoc let all his anger out on him. he lifted his hand to his mouth that was swollen with pain. 2D looked around at his living space. His room was small and looked more like a work shed. Tools and trash scattered over a piece of plywood that was used as a desk. A wooden crate that held a lamp, but to match the room it was missing its lampshade. a mattress on the floor, almost to dirty for use. 2D sighed, glancing at the rotted bookshelf that caved with all the paper's weight.

Hours had passed and Bluenett's stomach rolled in hunger, distracting him from his book. He closed the book placing a ripped piece of paper on his last read page. He looked around his cold damp room. "No reason to stay in here," he thought, standing to brush off the dust from the chamber. He stepped towards the door, stretching out for the handle. His fingers reaching for the doorknob. He paused with hesitation before grasping the cold handle, opening the door. He stepped out the door and looked left and right before quietly closing the door behind him. He made his way to the elevator, pressing the number 3 as it lit up in response. The rusted chrome doors came closed, making its way up to the 3rd floor.

The clashing of Murdoc was louder then he had expected. Murdoc ranted as a tool 2D didn't recognize flew from the door and landed at his feet with a light cling. Murdoc was on the floor as a humanoid figure rattled from his touch, dangling from hooks screwed to the ceiling.

"M-Murdoc?" the singer said softly, his eyes glued to his fumbling hand. he could feel thumping from his chest that made uncomfortably shift his weight from side to side. "What is it!" Murdoc Rowred, dropping his head in defeat. "Do we h-have anythin to eat?" 2D's voice was soft with fear as he looked up at the frustrated man in front of him, grease staining Murdoc's fingers as he reached for the equally dirty fabric and whipped off his hands. Murdoc stood with a groan, his back aching with a good stretch "Yea Dents. We got food." He mumbles pushing past him with a soft swat landing on the back of 2D's head with the cloth. 2D smiled as Murdoc walked past.

When Murdoc got to the kitchen, he threw the rag on the countertop next to the fridge as he opened the door, cold air wafting him in the face. Bluenett took a seat at the island bar in the middle of the room. 2D hummed as he trumped the notes of his keyboard on the stone. Murdoc smiled when he heard this, his face buried in the fridge. He truly cared for the singer, whether he'd like to admit it or not. The bassets pulled a container from the fridge. opening the lid to see what looked like chicken and rice and placed it in a glass bowl that sat alone in the cabinet, popping it into the microwave with an array of beeps.

Murdoc made his way to the stone island, looking at the singer with the faintest smirk strolled across his face. 2D glanced up at the satanist, confusion plastering his face. "What is it??" 2D cued. Murdoc didn't say anything. instead, he just shook his head, the smirk fading to a slight frown as he went over to the sink that was full of dirty dishes and placed soap on one of the many rags that laid in the sink and started washing each dish one by one. "M-Murdoc... Do you want me to do that? You don't have to-" 2D was cut off with Murdoc cursing him "YES I FUCKING DO!!" 2D stood, stepping toward the bassets who glanced back at him. "I have to do something, something more then what im doing now". 2D tilted to his head to the side, his blue hair flopping with the movement. "Stewert, you put up with me so often. I hit you and call you names and-". A pause stretched among the bandmates. 2D let his head fall as he spoke "Mubz... i-its alright, ok? Y-you did nothin wrong." Murdoc swung his head around. "Nothing!!! I did NOTHING to you. Have you looked in the mirror!!? Your face looks worse than when it did after I hit you with my car!!" 2D felt warm tears stream down his face as it stung his lip "y-you've done more than that, Y-a know?" he said meeting eyes with the dark-haired man. Murdoc's expression went from anger to sadness. "Stu..." he said reaching his arm out to the singer. "You are more than that!!!" 2D yelled, it sounding less aggressive then he had intended. Murdoc walked toward the Bluenett as 2D buried his face in his palms trying to wipe away the salty tears. The satanist placed his grime-covered hand on the singer's shoulder, and within a second 2D wrapped his arm around the dark-haired man, in surprise Murdoc let his hands hover over 2D's back before embracing in the hug. The microwave beeping moments later.

==Im sorry its a lot, but I do hope its good. let me know what you think on a 1-10 one being (EWW!) and 10 beings (YEASSSSS QUEEN!!)==