styrofoam stars 🌅| gorillaz + 2d x reader

༄ 2. crash landing

You could hear things before you could see them. Your eyes wouldn't open yet.

Waves crashing; calmly, not too rough. Seagulls squawking as they flew by into the distance. Footsteps, that seemed to be getting closer and closer...

"What in the..?!?! SHIT!" A voice could be heard standing over you. It was rough; like the voice of an older British guy. You couldn't help but feel like you've heard it before.

Another set of footsteps approached.

"'oo's 'at?" Great, another voice now at your side. This one was different than the other one. It was soft, just with a strange, somewhat high-pitched British accent. It sounded familiar too...

"Fuck knows! Is it alive?"

You didn't really appreciate being referred to as an "it". Out of retaliation, you forced your eyes to flutter open.

You immediately had to squint, as the sun seemed to be looking down straight at you along with the others, who you could now finally see. On your right, there was a man, in a white shirt and jeans, with a red bandanna around his neck, and a hat that looked like one a ship captain would wear. The only odd thing about him was his face. His nose looked like it'd been through the ringer, one of his pupils was bright red, and his skin...He had green skin! The sight of this unsightly individual was enough to get your body into motion. With a scream, you sat up and tried to rapidly scoot yourself away from these two strange men, sand spraying in every direction as you did so.

"Shit! It lives!" The green one chuckled.

"Where am I?!" You yelled out a question, a feeling of fear quickly washing over you. "Who are you?!"

"Who am I? Really?" He placed a hand on his heart, faking a disappointed frown. "Surely you must know! Come on, take a guess!"

Was this some kind of sick game?!

It was hard to form a coherent thought in such a frightening situation, but you tried your best, when suddenly it hit you.

"...M-Murdoc Niccals?"

You knew this odd sod seemed familiar! All along, it was none other than the Gorillaz bassist himself. He flashed you a pleased grin, revealing sharp, odd looking teeth. "Ah! Right-o!"

"Quit messin' wif 'er. I think she's scared."

You looked over to the fellow standing on Murdoc's left after hearing him speak. He stood tall, his long legs clad in a faded, beat-up pair of blue jeans, wearing a striped shirt that was ripped in some places. He had a sailor's hat sitting atop his head, nested into his hair, that was just as blue and spiky as ever. His eyes were round and black as night. But somehow, he didn't scare you.

"2D!"

He was always your favorite.

He gave you a gentle smile, seemingly happy that you recognized him too.

"Well," Murdoc cleared his throat before 2D could get another word in, like he usually did. "Allow me to shed some, er, light on the situation." He smirked, strutting over closer to you as he began to speak. "My dear lady, you now find yourself on one of the finest vacation spots in the world! WELCOME," He spread out his arms, letting you get a good look at the island you were on. "TO THE PLASTIC BEACH!"

It was, quite literally, a plastic beach. An island covered with trash and gunk, a huge structure that looked like some strange tower house right smack dab in the middle of it, which also included a lighthouse, as if the trash heap weren't enough.

You scratched your head. "Um...It's...?" A dump, you wanted to say. "...Something."

"Isn't it though?" Murdoc seemed quite fond of it, however. "Now, love, you may be wondering why we're here. But the question on my mind right now is," he leaned down to where you could hear his voice turn sinister, while his tone remained scarily friendly. "how in the hell did you find this place, hm?"

You leaned back, biting your lip with anxiety. "I-I was in my boat, I was..." You glanced over while trying to explain, suddenly seeing something on the shore that greatly alarmed you.

"MY BOAT!"

You scrambled over to the sad heap of wreckage that was once your trusty sailboat, erasing every bit of hope you had that you'd be able to leave. On your knees in the sand, you mourned.

"Looks more like firewood to me." Murdoc let out one of his terrible laughs. "We can burn that later."

"No! I have to fix it! It's the only way I can get out of here!"

"Wooooah, luv, hold on! Nobody said you had to go anywhere! In fact I'd prefer it if you didn't." He muttered that last part, giving you a wink, which made you cringe. "I was only asking because we're, ehm, doing some top secret Gorillaz business here, you see. We don't want anyone to know just yet."

You raised an eyebrow. "But Gorillaz has been on hiatus for years."

"Ah, but not anymore!"

For the first time in this whole chapter, you smiled, your eyes wide with wonder. You were totally starstruck. "Wow! T-That's amazing!"

"On another note...I don't believe I ever caught your name, luv."

"Oh." You cringed at yourself. Of course you'd forget to introduce yourself. "My name's Y/N."

2D, who was standing shyly by your side while you spoke to Murdoc, nodded politely. "'s very n-nice t'meet yew, Y/N."

"Yeh, yeh, faceache, don't strain y'self." Murdoc was quick to dismiss him. "Y/N! Lovely name, that is. Very glad you could join us. Pleasure's all yours, I'm sure." His hands collided in a singular clap, signaling the conversation was coming to a finale. "Well! We'd better start getting you comfortable, seeing as you're going to be with us for a while. I'll leave that to 2D here. I've got some, er, business to attend to." Giving you one final little wave, Murdoc turned around and walked off.

You couldn't believe this was actually happening! You went from having a shitty vacation to now all of a sudden having front row seats to the grand return of the Gorillaz!

A hand extended downwards in your direction, causing you to look up.

You were met by 2D's dark, kind eyes, and a shy smile appearing on his face. "'ere, I'll 'elp yew up."

Returning his smile, you took his hand, and allowed him to pull you up from the sand until you were on your feet, dusting off your pants.

"Now, ah, 'm sure you 'ave some questions you want t'ask."

You nodded, still smiling. "Oh, of course. Several. But I'll save them for later."

There were more important things to do now.