Truth Serum - Gorillaz Fanfiction

Part 3: Reasoning

Murdoc was in the golf cart, finally awake after being knocked out by Russ' stupid ass. Murdoc sat up, holding his head and groaning, noticing that Russ was staring at him through the rearview window with narrowed eyes. "Morning Dickhead." Murdoc mumbled angrily, crossing his arms and staring at the drummer, who just grunted in response. "Ah, I see you're just as cheerful as always." Russ said in his soft voice sarcastically, white eyes drifting back to the road ahead. "Sorry for not being a ray of sunshine, maybe the fact that you beat my ass isn't helping." "You deserved it." "For what?!" Murdoc shouted. "I just don't understand why you hate him so much..." Russ sighed, referring to 2D, obviously.

"He's been nothing but kind to you." "He has NOT. You weren't there on Plastic Beach-" "He had every right to be mad at you then. You can't expect to do all these things to him and have no consequences. You're 52. Older than me. I'd expect you to be more mature." Russ was genuinely disappointed in Murdoc, which was a frequent occurrence, but it stung more, especially considering that the bassist was treating Stu better recently. But it was all a trick. He didn't know what he was expecting from Murdoc Niccals, though. Murdoc went silent, just thinking with a angry expression plastered across his face. "... well? Going to say anything-" Russ began, before being interrupted. "Let me think, you jackass. Sorry for not being the best. I just needed to know about something, and I was too scared to ask, okay?!" Murdoc blurted out. Russ stopped the golf cart, looking back at the pickle man in confusion. "... scared...? What did you need to know?" "That's none of your bloody business, now drive." Murdoc demanded, avoiding the question nervously. Russ sighed, continuing to drive like he said to. "I never know with you, Mudz. I never know."