Truth Serum - Gorillaz Fanfiction

Part 4: Aftermath

2D's POV

I lie awake in bed, face aching, ironically enough.

Today had to be one of the strangest days of my life. After going back to the hotel room, Noodz made me some tea and tried to calm me down after my "gay panic," (Her words, not mine! I'm not gay...) though that didn't last long when Russ and Mudz shuffled through the door. As soon as Noodle and Mudz locked eyes, she jumped on top of him and started beating his ass. Me and Russ were both trying to break them up, but we just ended up getting hurt during the commotion, causing us to join in out of pure anger. After tustling for a bit, we all got too tired to go on, and we walked away busted and blue to our separate hotel rooms.

I wasn't even sure if the truth serum has worn off yet. I'd only know if I was talking to someone, and... well, let's just say tensions are high right about now. It wouldn't be a good idea to go knocking on anyone's door at... what time is it? God, I don't even know.

Reminiscing about these things just made my coming on headache become more apparent, so I sat up in bed and shuffled over to the bathroom. I flicked on the lights, squinting my whitened eyes and just staring at myself. I didn't look too good, naturally, but it was still somewhat unexpected since I went straight to bed after the fight. There was a cut above my lip, (Courtesy of Murdoc's unruly fingernails) blue bruise around my eye, and a fresh bite on my neck. (Again, courtesy of Murdoc) My hands mindlessly moved, tracing the bite mark and me shuddering as a result. I wasn't sure why he did it, instead of, like, strangling me or something. That's what he usually did when he got pissed, anyways. Or at least what he used to. He hasn't laid a finger on me since 2017, so I didn't really blame Noodle's disappointment. But still. Why a bite? More importantly, why am I thinking about this so much? Noodle'd call this a gay panic, probably.

The bruise around my eye was probably- no, definitely a black eye. I wasn't really fond of it, but at least I fared better than Russ. He got two from the last I saw. Still, it hurt like hell, and was probably the reason why my head was in such pain. So I opened up a drawer and grabbed my Aleve, taking 3 as per usual and immediately feeling somewhat better, also a lil tired. Maybe I could finally get some rest.

I flopped back down onto my hotel bed, then rolled over, finally falling into a light sleep.

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I awoke to a loud knocking on my door. "DENTS! DENTS, WE'RE LEAVING!" Murdoc's familiar raspy voice screeched, probably earning us a nice noise complaint while he was at it. I groaned, before opening my eyes to check the bedside alarm clock. 9:44am. I immediately shot up, remembering somehow despite my foggy memory that the plane left at 10. "I-I'm comin'!!" I shouted in return, rubbing my eyes before quickly pulling on some clothes. I didn't even have time to shower or do much else of the sort, as the airport was a decent distance from the hotel. I exited my room sweaty and disheveled, which Mudz quirked an eyebrow at. "Wot? Yew were rushin' me." I defended, which he just shrugged at and walked over to Noodle's door to do a similar routine to what he just did to me.

As I watched him I couldn't help but wonder how things could go back to normal so quickly. We were all so beaten up, yet we were all still somewhat family, annoying each other yet still loving nonetheless. It makes me wonder when the breaking point will be, when we'll finally kick-

"血まみれの地獄、マードック、私は目覚めている、私は目覚めている！口を閉じてしばらくお待ちください！"

... Noodle isn't exactly a morning person.

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AN: Hey guys! Thank you so much for all the support I've been getting recently. It's not much but it honestly makes me so happy how much you all are enjoying the story so far, and I'm sorry for not updating for a while. A lot has happened in my life recently, and I haven't had much motivation or time to write to be honest. But I'll try to be more consistent and post more often for the few of you still reading and still following along. Love each and every one of you.

As for this part in of itself... I have a love hate relationship with it. I decided to try writing in first person, since writing in third gets boring after a bit, yet I'm afraid the change may be too jarring. And I'm afraid this one's boring. So yeah. I'm sorry. It'll get more interesting, just please be patient, okay? That's all. Bye.