One-Eyed Wally

one-eyed-loon:

As Wally stood for a moment, he did manage to catch a quick glimpse at the strange book before it got put away. He didn’t think about it much though, maybe it was just a journal of sorts. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Walliam started talking again, now following behind.

“Really? Y'think so?”

He raised a brow as it wasn’t everyday someone wanted to be friends with the town’s loon.

“Well, no one really comes to my birthdays, not having many friends to celebrate it with, y'know. Though actually, my last one had my friend Anne show up. Lovely lass she is! Was pretty happy'bout that.”

Wally recalled back on the moment, making him fondly smile at the memory.

“Anne?” Walliam’s once-confident expression wavered in confusion.

“Oh, of course! Anne,” he feigned with a wave. “Yes, Anne. Lovely indeed, and I’m so glad to hear it!” He felt a twist in his stomach; besides not knowing the same people, he wondered what other inconsistencies there might be between them. They should have by all means been a near-perfect match– but it apparently wasn’t so.

Still, it was probably just a minor thing, and it would be kind of silly of him to get worked up so early on. Besides, he never liked to dwell too long.

Sir Walliam gestured, “Now, come along, love! We’ve got a boat to catch.” He moved swiftly through the doorway and stepped out on to the veranda. Indeed, the old shack he had chosen for his magical endeavors was located on a small island hill, surrounded by a lake. It was unlikely that anyone would find him out here, he thought, and it certainly wouldn’t be missed when it came time to dispose of the evidence. The frog slipped his fingers into his vest with practiced precision, locating his box of matches. Ah, his old friends. They did come in handy at times.

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Quietly nodding, he walked out of the old shack and stood next to his lookalike. His eyes looked at the matches before looking away to the new surroundings. He wondered how far away he was from Wartwood and how he'll ever be able to go back once he's done here. Has anyone noticed his disappearance? Probably not. Not wanting to dwell too deep in his thoughts again, he cleared his throat to try break the silence. Oh how he wished his concertina was teleported with him.

"Ahem. So... how far is your house from here? Guessing pretty far since we're catching a boat and all."

one-eyed-loon:

“Hm… Well.”

He was a bit unsure about this, trusting someone he doesn’t know despite them both looking the same. But he gave in with a small smile and nodded to the lookalike before standing up and dusting himself off of any dust.

“Guess I really don’t have no choice, huh? So yes, I’m in.”

He did want to get out of this unknown place and to somewhere a bit more comforting anyway.

“That’s the spirit!” Wallium encouraged. He assisted the other to his feet, then spun enthusiastically on his heel.

By now, the frog’s apprehension had given way to sheer excitement. A wide grin crept across his face as he bent to retrieve the magic book, stuffing it hastily into a satchel–hopefully before the other saw and could question it too much. He couldn’t think of a single individual as brilliant, capable, and fun as himself.

Even if he had to be brought here through some unnatural and sort of disgusting means. Wallium looked down saw that one of his spotless shoes had managed to land itself in the green goop at some point. Not to worry, as just about anything could be replaced, if he desired.

…Maybe even himself?

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As Wally stood for a moment, he did manage to catch a quick glimpse at the strange book before it got put away. He didn't think about it much though, maybe it was just a journal of sorts. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard Walliam started talking again, now following behind.

"Really? Y'think so?"

He raised a brow as it wasn't everyday someone wanted to be friends with the town's loon.

"Well, no one really comes to my birthdays, not having many friends to celebrate it with, y'know. Though actually, my last one had my friend Anne show up. Lovely lass she is! Was pretty happy'bout that."

Wally recalled back on the moment, making him fondly smile at the memory.

one-eyed-loon:

“Aye, I did! Of course in the end I managed to defeat the killer and the rest was history.”

Wally smiled as he continued on with his “real” story. He should tell about how he got his iconic hat next time.

“Blimey, your band there must be quite the talented bunch to be able to do all them genres.”

If it wasn’t for Anne introducing Wartwood to those mentioned genres and some others, he would’ve been very confused.

“Write together? I like your thinkin’ there, 2-D! I’d be glad to.”

When 2-D mentioned the idea of writing a song together, his whole expression brightened up.

“Not everyday someone offers me to write with them. Actually, no one has because no one wants to listen to ol’ Wallace and his stories through song. They’re missin’ out I’m tellin’ ya.”

As the two continued their chatting, the road finally stopped at the cottage. It was small, but it’s what Wally called home.

“And here we are, home sweet home. C'mon, I’ll show you the inside.”

Walking towards the door, he turned the knob and the door opened, showing a small room to which was mostly filled with other instruments he plays.

“Sorry for the mess, erm, don’t get many visitors y'see, so don’t really bother with cleaning the place.”

2dentzz:

It seemed like such a thrilling tale, to which 2-D nodded his head enthusiastically at his new friends accomplishment. “We’re an odd combination of fings.” He smiled, a little proud of his band mates but he wondered if they had met a similar fate, or if they had even noticed he had vanished just yet.

“Brillian’, we’ll get ‘em listenin’!” He was enthusiastic. And, well, by the sound of it Wally here had stories to tell. If 2-D could help him, he would. He’d been more than kind thus far. Soon the duo had stopped afront of a rather cozy looking home. The door, however, was shorter than the lanky singer, so he bent at the knees, and put his head down as he entered and still had managed to smack his head against the door. Donk.

Once inside, he could stand up straight at least and he had very much appreciated it. He’d noted the instruments and found himself smiling at the thought.

“Na’, i’s lovely. Cozy!” He announced, with glee while rubbing his head. “D’you play all these instruments?” He turned on his heels, tilting his head at Wally.

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"Aye, I do. All self taught, too! I was the only musical lovin' member as far as I know in my family, but tha' didn't stop me an' my love for music."

Wally smiled warmly to himself as his eye gazed up at his collection of instruments both old and new.

"With the concertina, I find it easier to both use an' carry 'round than say... a guitar. And to me, it just sounds better for the stories, y'know?"

Moving his gaze away from the instruments, he wanted to make his house a bit more less dirty for his welcomed guest, so he went and started picking up any stray objects like fallen books, cutlery or even clothes and put them away. Be good time to patch up any leaking water holes too.

"Oh, would you like some tea, too? Wartwood, town not too far from 'ere, does the best."

Cleaning off his hands, one pound to a small jug on the kitchen table that had a label with messy handwriting saying 'TeE' on it. He never knew how to write properly.

one-eyed-loon:

“Y-Yes it is… Wait, how did you know me full name was that? A-And not to mention, you look just like me too! same goatee and all.”

Wally blinked again, now more confused than panicking. Was this his lost twin brother? His looks were almost similar to his except more on the fancy side. His head was now swarming with questions.

“Um, but I really want to know what I’m doing here…”

“And I daresay you look just like me!” the other frog jested, “Funny coincidence, but you could say… ‘Wall-I-Am’ as well.”

Sir Wallium tilted his head, as if emphasizing a wink, although his impaired eye was already shut. Since his double seemingly hadn’t figured out the situation yet, he couldn’t help but tease him a little just to see how long it would take.

“All in due time, dear Wallium! Now let’s get you out of here. A shame we’re in such a dreary place when I’ve one a lot more comfortable where we can chat.” He eyed the other’s modest clothing. “Maybe even… spiff up your wardrobe a bit…“ he added politely. “So whaddaya say? You in?”

He beckoned with another smile, hoping that the other would trust him just enough to take his hand soon. He figured he’d have to have some patience with this one.

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"Hm... Well."

He was a bit unsure about this, trusting someone he doesn't know despite them both looking the same. But he gave in with a small smile and nodded to the lookalike before standing up and dusting himself off of any dust.

"Guess I really don't have no choice, huh? So yes, I'm in."

He did want to get out of this unknown place and to somewhere a bit more comforting anyway.

one-eyed-loon:

As the markings continued to glow, something began to form in the process. It didn’t take too long before the shape of a frog begin to form. When the forming was done, sitting on the ground was a turquoise frog of almost similar appearance but this one was dressed more like a street bum. Groaning, the Wally rubbed his head before blinking his open eye and scanned the room.

“Where… Where am i-”

He stopped talking when his eye landed on the frog in front of him. Letting out a surprised yelp, he scrambled to his feet.

“Ah no! I thought that bug drink tasted funny! Who are you? You look like me, one eye n’ everything!”

Clearly the poor frog was both panicking and confused.

Sir Wallium let out a gasp, unable to tear his gaze away from the amazing spectacle taking place in front of him. The empty flask slipped from his fingers and clattered on to the floor, but the frog paid it no mind. He couldn’t do much other than stare for a moment, fighting his own urge to cower as the shape began to eerily resemble himself more and more.

What had he done? Was this really, truly happening right now? By now, his counterpart was fully-formed, and beginning to take note of his surroundings.

And what an odd-looking fellow he was, apparently lacking the ‘stache of his own signature goatee, as well as any sort of style apart from some rags. Wallium figured he must have fallen on some hard times, and a pity that was… although if he were desperate, that could be a useful shortcoming to keep in mind for the future.

“Right, then,” Wallium spoke. He realized that each moment he stood here, staring rather rudely, he was missing the opportunity to make a better first impression. The well-dressed frog took a breath and his features softened into a more welcoming expression.

“No need to fret, my friend! You’ll be all right.” He knelt down and extended a hand, “I’m something of a guide, you could say– and lovely that we should finally meet! …Wallium, is it?”

"Y-Yes it is... Wait, how did you know me full name was that? A-And not to mention, you look just like me too! same goatee and all."

Wally blinked again, now more confused than panicking. Was this his lost twin brother? His looks were almost similar to his except more on the fancy side. His head was now swarming with questions.

"Um, but I really want to know what I'm doing here..."

one-eyed-loon:

He continued to play the quiet tune while also listening to what 2-D was saying. He pondered a bit, trying to remember what that thing Anne cares about. Then the name came to him.

“Ah, I was referring to them phones! Yea, that’s wha’ I was referrin’ to. We don’t have ‘em here as we mostly rely on mail post.”

He explained. Hearing him mention about his little caterpillar designed concertina made him smile. It’s not everyday someone points out his iconic instrument or just his playing in general.

“Got it from an dyin’ fellow long ago. Till this day I remember the last dying words were "Wallace, take this accordion, find my killer and defeat him with the power of song…”.“

The happy tune turned into a sad one for moment, followed by silence. But in an instant turned back to the happy tune he was playing before. Was the story true? Probably not. Wally had a tendency to overdramatize his stories.

"So you’re a singer? Ha, you didn’t strike out to me as one! What kinda music do y'play?”

As a fellow musician himself, this caught his interest very much and now he wanted to know more.

2dentzz:

“Oh right! A phone! Tha’s not a bad idea act’lly.” Perhaps he could contact Russell. He seemed to keep the band members in check and 2-D had to admit, he looked up a little bit to him. Soon his hand buried itself into his pockets, they sat comically low on his trousers. Eventually he procured his ‘glowy box’ device and checked it for signal. Nothing. It wasn’t particularly surprising but he still blew out a little air, to relocate some blue strands of hair. He’d almost tripped in the process. It sounded serious; whatever had killed the man, or, frog whose instrument the concertina once belonged to. 2D looked back from his more than useless mobile device. “Did you? Defeat the killer?” 2-D asked, wide dark eyes and a toothy grin. The blue haired human was unaware entirely of Wally’s theatrics. That, and the concept was pretty inviting. Stories were always particularly fun to listen to, particularly from individuals from different walks of life. “Ye. Lotsa’ folk say that! Well we’re… i’s a bi’ of a macédoine.. a bit of rock, pop, hip-hop, some reggae on the sides… all that sortsa stuff.” it sounded a bit strange out-loud, but the band focused on how they feel at the time. It was always rather freeing. “You know wha’, we should write s’mthin’ together.”

"Aye, I did! Of course in the end I managed to defeat the killer and the rest was history."

Wally smiled as he continued on with his "real" story. He should tell about how he got his iconic hat next time.

"Blimey, your band there must be quite the talented bunch to be able to do all them genres."

If it wasn't for Anne introducing Wartwood to those mentioned genres and some others, he would've been very confused.

"Write together? I like your thinkin' there, 2-D! I'd be glad to."

When 2-D mentioned the idea of writing a song together, his whole expression brightened up.

"Not everyday someone offers me to write with them. Actually, no one has because no one wants to listen to ol' Wallace and his stories through song. They're missin' out I'm tellin' ya."

As the two continued their chatting, the road finally stopped at the cottage. It was small, but it's what Wally called home.

"And here we are, home sweet home. C'mon, I'll show you the inside."

Walking towards the door, he turned the knob and the door opened, showing a small room to which was mostly filled with other instruments he plays.

"Sorry for the mess, erm, don't get many visitors y'see, so don't really bother with cleaning the place."

one-eyed-loon:

“Yep! You’ll find all types of Amphibians here, frogs like me especially.”

When the two both shook hands, a quiet sort of sticky noise came when the human touched Wally’s hand. Oops, he forgot to mention that all amphibians are covered with a slime like mucus coating. But any less, Wally smiled at him.

“Blimey! a sink? That’s new. Gotta tell me other human friend Anne tha’ one.”

He couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle. Did all humans get transported here in weird ways?

“Oh, one thing I forgo’ to mention, but Amphibia also has insects the size of houses! So, unless you want to be snached up and eaten, best not stay out here in the open.”

He said almost cheerily, as if this was just a normal thing that happens all the time. And truth be told, it does.

“Me house ain’t too far from here, was goin’ home just now till I spotted ya. Care to accompany?”

2dentzz:

“So, there’s other ‘umans ‘ere?” He’d questioned, blinking briefly at the thought and moving on to the next conversational peace. He listened intently, bopping his head. Truth be told, the prospect of insects larger than a house was rather horrifying. Friendly advice to stay indoors was appreciated.

“Tha’s really nice. I ‘preciate it, Wally.” 2-D nervously scratched the back of his head and decided to rub his two brain-cells together, in the hope of forming some static idea. If there were other people, maybe they too, knew how to get back to their world… He’d have to speak to this ‘Anne’ at some point.

“Right, let’s get movin’ then.”

And with that Wally continued on to the path. Who knew he’d meet another human on what seemed like a normal day. Maybe later he could show him around Wartwood. Surly by now the townsfolk would be alright with another human there, right?

“So, 2-D, what’s life back on this “earth” you humans are from? How many of those uh… glowy box things that trap stuff in it?“

He was referring to a phone. Starting a quiet tune on his concertina, he was kinda interested to learn about their earth and how different it was to there’s.

Wally began once again to strut down the path toward his home, which meant 2-D was soon to follow, taking short, small steps but managing to keep up. He feared potentially being a little too quick. Instead he focused at his own feet, assuring that each step was safe and that the stone slabs beneath his feet wouldn’t send him tumbling onto his face once again.

"Life back on.. Well, i’s a bit, a bit all over the joint. I’m a singer for a band called Gorillaz. We’re workin’ on a new album bu’ I wound up ‘ere. ” the singer held his hands together, eventually hazarding an attempt at looking up, toward the instrument playing a soft tune. Music, it made him feel at ease with another musician.

“Whot do you mean about the boxes?” he had forgotten entirely about the phone in his pocket. That might have been a smart thing to check. He paused, admiring the tune being played.

“I always wanted one o’ those. Concertina innit? I lov’d old hurdy gurdies too. Look’d like a lot of fun. I had a banjo. Went missin’ a few weeks ago. Pretty sure a geisa’ named Murdoc took it.” 2-D often has a habit of over sharing, particularly to anyone who would listen to him.

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He continued to play the quiet tune while also listening to what 2-D was saying. He pondered a bit, trying to remember what that thing Anne cares about. Then the name came to him.

"Ah, I was referring to them phones! Yea, that's wha' I was referrin' to. We don't have 'em here as we mostly rely on mail post."

He explained. Hearing him mention about his little caterpillar designed concertina made him smile. It's not everyday someone points out his iconic instrument or just his playing in general.

"Got it from an dyin' fellow long ago. Till this day I remember the last dying words were "Wallace, take this accordion, find my killer and defeat him with the power of song..."."

"So you're a singer? Ha, you didn't strike out to me as one! What kinda music do y'play?"

As a fellow musician himself, this caught his interest very much and now he wanted to know more.

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Sir Wallium knelt on the floor of the abandoned shack, his fingers trembling across the cover of a strange book. Made of fraying snakeskin, jewel-green with a cloudy eye that stared him down from the middle, it clearly was no ordinary tome. He hoped that he wouldn’t have to touch it again, but after drawing the sigil before him, he had forgotten the next step.

He whimpered as he opened it gently by lamplight. The eye sank with a squelch and appeared on the other side of the cover, winking once before he turned the first page. “Ohh, horrid,” he shuddered, “I don’t like this… I don’t like magicks…”

It wasn’t the first time Wallium had resorted to the Dark Arts, though he would prefer it to be his last. The more he knew, the more he wished he didn’t know. Imagine if someone were to wield such unholy, unfathomable, frankly unnatural powers against him. No, he preferred not to think about that.

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As the markings continued to glow, something began to form in the process. It didn't take too long before the shape of a frog begin to form. When the forming was done, sitting on the ground was a turquoise frog of almost similar appearance but this one was dressed more like a street bum. Groaning, the Wally rubbed his head before blinking his open eye and scanned the room.

"Where... Where am i-"

He stopped talking when his eye landed on the frog in front of him. Letting out a surprised yelp, he scrambled to his feet.

"Ah no! I thought that bug drink tasted funny! Who are you? You look like me, one eye n' everything!"

Clearly the poor frog was both panicking and confused.

one-eyed-loon:

“Yep! You’ll find all types of Amphibians here, frogs like me especially.”

“Blimey! a sink? That’s new. Gotta tell me other human friend Anne tha’ one.”

He couldn’t help but let out an amused chuckle. Did all humans get transported here in weird ways?

“Oh, one thing I forgo’ to mention, but Amphibia also has insects the size of houses! So, unless you want to be snached up and eaten, best not stay out here in the open.”

He said almost cheerily, as if this was just a normal thing that happens all the time. And truth be told, it does.

“Me house ain’t too far from here, was goin’ home just now till I spotted ya. Care to accompany?”

2dentzz:

#one eyed wally #amphibia #rp #|| i just realised that its called a concertina not an accordion

"Right, let's get movin' then."

And with that Wally continued on to the path. Who knew he'd meet another human on what seemed like a normal day. Maybe later he could show him around Wartwood. Surly by now the townsfolk would be alright with another human there, right?

"So, 2-D, what's life back on this "earth" you humans are from? How many of those uh... glowy box things that trap stuff in it?"

He was referring to a phone. Starting a quiet tune on his concertina, he was kinda interested to learn about their earth and how different it was to there's.

one-eyed-loon:

Completely instant, Wally’s then nervous nerves was almost completely gone as his true chappy personality was coming out. The nervous expression was now replaced with a happy one complete with his smile.

“Ha, lost you are! Nice to meetcha too, 2-D! The name’s One-Eyed Wally, but yeh can jus’ call me Wally! Oh, and you’re in Amphibia.”

After introducing himself to 2-D, he slung his accordion onto his shoulder and extended a now free hand for a handshake.

“So! How did a spindly, bug eyed fella like yourself wound up in a place like here, ‘ey? Magic lil’ box?”

2dentzz:

Confusion is an emotion that 2-D often finds himself faced with, but could usually keep himself from panicking. He noted a smile and found it within him to return a toothy (Semi-toothless) smile. “Amphibia? ‘Ve never seen anyfin like it.” It took him a moment to process, his eyes narrowing briefly as he noted who he was chatting to. A gentleman frog. Was this place named accordingly? The thought was… exciting! An accordion wheezed as the frog placed it behind him and extended his hand. He’d always wanted to try that instrument, part of him wished his melodica had fallen through with him. 2-D reached forward, fully intent on being polite to this… tiny person. He bent at the knees in order to properly appreciate the handshake. His question had made 2-D realize that at this moment, he was somewhat hazy. “A Magic box?” He’d asked, his voice cracking as he wasn’t too focused on speaking. He shook his head. “Y’know wha’, ‘m not sure. I was drinkin’ tea.. washing my cup.. an’ I got swallowed by the sink.. I fink.”

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"Yep! You'll find all types of Amphibians here, frogs like me especially."

When the two both shook hands, a quiet sort of sticky noise came when the human touched Wally's hand. Oops, he forgot to mention that all amphibians are covered with a slime like mucus coating. But any less, Wally smiled at him.

"Blimey! a sink? That's new. Gotta tell me other human friend Anne tha' one."

He couldn't help but let out an amused chuckle. Did all humans get transported here in weird ways?

"Oh, one thing I forgo' to mention, but Amphibia also has insects the size of houses! So, unless you want to be snached up and eaten, best not stay out here in the open."

He said almost cheerily, as if this was just a normal thing that happens all the time. And truth be told, it does.

"Me house ain't too far from here, was goin' home just now till I spotted ya. Care to accompany?"

one-eyed-loon:

This eased Wally’s nerves a bit, he’s seen humans before like Anne. Maybe this was also one of her other friends from her world. Blinking again, he then took a few more small steps forward, soon approached the new human.

“Uhh, ‘ello there.”

He spoke up while still also keeping his distance juuust in case. Now that he was able to have a better look at the human, this one looked a bit… odd? Blue hair? Black eyes? Pretty sure he saw two front teeth missing. Very odd.

2dentzz:

2D’s hands raised his hands to his chest as he anxiously surveyed the area. He’d soon heard a response, another ‘ello.’ He looked toward it, confusion written across his face at the empty forest surrounding him. At least until he looked down a little and noticed a charming turquoise frog. One eye looked back up at him too. 2D tilted his head and raised a hand to wave quickly and awkwardly. He took one step forward too, contemplating his next move.

“Um, ello. Um, I’m 2D and is nice to meetcha! D’ya fink you could tell me where I am? I got a lit’le lost.” Chatting with a frog certainly wasn’t one of the strangest things Stuart has found himself doing, so it was certainly worth a shot.

Completely instant, Wally's then nervous nerves was almost completely gone as his true chappy personality was coming out. The nervous expression was now replaced with a happy one complete with his smile.

"Ha, lost you are! Nice to meetcha too, 2-D! The name's One-Eyed Wally, but yeh can jus' call me Wally! Oh, and you're in Amphibia."

After introducing himself to 2-D, he slung his accordion onto his shoulder and extended a now free hand for a handshake.

"So! How did a spindly, bug eyed fella like yourself wound up in a place like here, 'ey? Magic lil' box?"

one-eyed-loon·:

As the frog continued walking, he came to a sudden halt and when he heard a ‘thud’ noise that was very close by.

“Wha’ was that…?”

Was it some kind of huge bug? a fellow frog? He was already scared, but this was the only “safe” path to his home. Gulping, he mustered up all the courage in his body and started walking again, accordion squeezed tightly in his now sweating grip.

“Maybe I’m jus’ overreactin’, maybe it was… jus’ a tree that made the noise! Yea…”

Wally muttered to himself, but his expectations were quickly proven wrong when in the distance, he spotted what looked like to be… another human?!

2dentzz:

Slowly, 2D pulled his face out of the ground and rocked while he adjusted to his surroundings. He remained stationary, parked on his backside in the grass while he pondered. Where had he wound up? His vision was blurred, but he was certain there were giant mushrooms. His eyes had filled again, between the confusion and the impact. He had felt it too.

What was in that tea?

He turned his head, to try and establish if any of his band mates had been brought into what he initially considered to be ‘wonderland.’ No sign of them. He had heard some muttering, turned to the sound and attempted to stand, and dust himself off, wobbling. He hadn’t seen any person at eye-level. “Ello? Is som’one… there?

This eased Wally's nerves a bit, he's seen humans before like Anne. Maybe this was also one of her other friends from her world. Blinking again, he then took a few more small steps forward, soon approached the new human.

"Uhh, 'ello there."

He spoke up while still also keeping his distance juuust in case. Now that he was able to have a better look at the human, this one looked a bit... odd? Blue hair? Black eyes? Pretty sure he saw two front teeth missing. Very odd.

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It was a peaceful day around the small town of Wartwood, with every frog (and human) minding their own daily business. As for the one-eyed frog Wally, he was on his way back to his crumbling cottage of a home, all while whistling a little tune as he walked out of the town and onto the dirt road that led home. But little did he know, that the walk was going to take a very different turn.

Tea. A good start to the day. Murdoc had been slinking about their studio, past the singer. The newest suspicious activity causing a dark brow to raise. 2D, had grown accustomed to Muds’ newest antics and found himself unfazed. Nothing was going to stop him from having a Gorillaz version of a ‘peaceful morning.’

The bassist left, and soon 2D had stood himself up and took his emptied mug to the sink, with the full intention of cleaning it out after himself. The kitchen had been relatively tidy and 2D wasn’t about to contribute to making the place more disgraceful. A hand with painted nails reached out to switch the tap on, but water wasn’t what he had found. Instead, spirals of pink, blues had bubbled out and erupted from the faucet. “Oi Muds, Is this your doin’?!” He called back, ready to call in a plumber. This eruption, he’d soon noted through tired eyes, was expanding. It was pulling him into it. “Wa-!” He’d began to question, before being yanked through what must have been another portal, to another world. He’d dropped his mug, the only sign that 2D had even been around that morning. It smashed against the tiles and the portal closed up with a tiny ‘blip’ noise. What he hadn’t expected was to come crashing onto his face, onto some old dirt road.. Face first. It was a wonder he hadn’t lost more teeth.