"Talk to me, talk to me"
This story is inspried by Plastic Beach album and Doncamatic
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𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: You and your best friend *who is conveniently your crush*, 2D, have been in a submarine in the ocean for about 4 years, trying to find a place for both him and you to stay so the two of you stay away from the terrible stuff happening on Plastic Beach. Whenever you or 2D have time, y'all will put it your shared mixtape that you two created before the attack on Kong Studios to listen to music. Once the attack happened, y'all built a high-tech submarine to get away because Murdoc and Russel took off to go to a safer area (which ended up being Plastic Beach) without the two of you.
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THESE CHAPTERS ARE ALL PLANNED AHEAD. MULTIPLE CHAPTERS MAY BE POSTED AHEAD OF MY USUAL POSTING SCHEDULE
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Also, I update when I can
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Warnings: smut (maybe not sure yet), self harm, swearing, cringe
Started: Jan. 22 2023 11:35 PM (yes i have no life-)
Ended: ???
Editing: Once the story is completed
"Him. 2D. I could see him even now, his goofy grin while holding the water gun like a hunting rifle, lining me down the sight. His hands ruffling my hair, one eye closed in a squint as if sizing me up, as if looking into the sun."
The year is 2003. Five months have passed since Gorillaz ended things terribly in a rented Hollywood Hills mansion after their movie deal was dropped. 2D is working at his fathers funfair in Eastbourne, collecting ticket stubs when he's not out prowling the streets with newfound friends to find the next lucky lady he'll leave lonely after a one night stand.
For Sloane McLeod, Tusspot Fairground is a chance for her and her brother Lou to start over after a run-in with the law back at home. Her plan is to lay low and turn up for work on time. Lou's the one who'll cover the wheeling and dealings, she's just gotta make sure she's around to keep him out of trouble, meaning no distractions. Especially not blue haired ones that come with black eyes and an adorably gap-toothed smile.