IM FREAKING OUT SO MUCH THAT IM JUST FLICKING THROUGH TUMBLR POSTS LIKING AND REBLOGGING AND SCREAMING IM AT HOME ALONE AND I CANT EVEN COMPREHEND THATS ITS COMING TOMORROW AT 11 AM CENTRAL TIME!!! I CANNOT WAIT I CANNOT WAIT .. FUUUCCCKKK
Not necessarily 2DOC, can be interpreted as bromance or romance, but it’s angst nonetheless. Hope you enjoy, this is my first time is MONTHS writing. If you guys like it, I may do it more.
2D stared at the computer screen. It was everywhere.
"Is Murdoc dead?!"
"What happened to pickle?!"
"HE CAN'T BE DEAD, GUYS HE'S IMMORTAL."
"Press F to pay respects. Rest in Piss, old man."
It started to sicken him., but at the same time, he felt guilty.
~ a few months before
2D stared at the computer screen displaying plane times and ticket prices.
"700, 800, 1250?! What the hell. There's no way I could spend that much and be able to come back without being questioned." 2D said to no one in particular. He was conflicted between going to see Murdoc and forgetting him and working on the album.
"Well... he's Murdoc Niccals. I'm sure he could survive until I can see him, right...?" He nodded and turned off the computer.
two weeks later, 2D was having a staring contest with a blank sheet of paper, pen in hand.
"What would I say...? 'Oi mate, miss you.' No, no... too clingy... 'hope you rot, you goth'? no... he would probably kill me when he gets out..."
he growled and threw his full wastebasket at the wall.
"Fucking bloke. Why am I so worried about him?!" he sighed and fell on his bed, taking his headache meds. Noodle came in.
"Just worried about you is all. You hardly ever leave your room anymore."
2D thought about it. 'why am I letting Murdoc control me even when he's gone? I can talk to him later anyway.'
"Yeah. I guess you're right. Heh. Okay, let's go to the club with Russ and Ace."
Noodle smiled, "Okay! Let me get dressed!" She skipped away.
a month later, the band just got done with another concert, and all he could really see was the 'free Murdoc' posters. Maybe writing Souk Eye wasn't a good idea. Everyone is starting to catch on. Including Russel, Noodle, and Ace. Stuart took a glance at a telephone.
"Just one call... that couldn't hurt.... right?" He asked himself. He reached over to it and when he realized what he was doing, he grabbed his own wrist.
"what am I DOING? How can I call when I haven't been in contact with him in months?! Have I gone mad?" 2D felt a tear fall and he wiped it away. "I can't do this anymore... I'm sure his fans will talk to him and get him out. He wouldn't want to hear from me."
"2D!!! Jamie wants to see us in the dressing room!" Ace called out.
2D jumped, turning to the slightly more innocent version of Murdoc, "Coming!" He looked at the phone 'I'll just wait some more.'
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That's where he is right now. Staring at all the Tumblr posts, the Twitter feeds, it's everywhere and he still couldn't believe that it's true.
"W... what could have made him go to the sewage system? Why did he try to escape like that?!"
Noodle touched his shoulder, "I'm sorry, 2D..."
2D felt his life crumbling. 'I won't see that smile anymore? his laugh?' His voice.... he never did go to see him, he never did write him a letter, and he never did call him.
"I never did do anything to show him I wanted him out... did I?"
"I mean, you wrote that song..." Ace suggested.
2D felt a rush of anger at Ace's voice. He wanted Murdoc.
"Now do you THINK he would be able to listen to it? Huh? Do you bloody think he could be able to watch me up there singing to him, you sodding prick? zucchini looking ass." 2D screamed, standing up, knocking the laptop on the couch and his beer on the floor, the contents spilling.
"STUART! Don't talk to Ace like that." Russel reprimanded.
"Shove OFF, you big oaf!" He huffed, running outside.
The ocean was calm that evening. brushing against the shore like a comb. 2D looked out into the waves from the porch and remembered when Murdoc kidnapped him, and they were in the ocean.
He knows he shouldn't miss the bastard. He abused him and used him, but he knew that there was something there that he never showed.
2D walked to the water as he thought about when Murdoc cried on his shoulder, telling him about his father, his brother. He would cry so much when he was drunk.
He remembered that when he would sing at rehearsal, Murdoc would smile just slightly.
2D nearly broke down at the thought of how, when it was just him and Murdoc, he could hear the old man singing in his room. Stuart would fall asleep easier at those times. He missed him. He wished he could go back in time and PICK UP THE PHONE as he wanted. It would have been so easy. To dial the number, to ask for Murdoc, and to talk to him.
2D was angry that he couldn't take any of the past back. He would be stuck with the constant reminder that Murdoc was gone. Suddenly, he felt the anger rush into his eyes, he briefly saw black, then when he opened his eyes he noticed a swirl before his eyesight becoming like it was before.
"What just happened...?" He asked himself, he was confused but he could still fill a tinge of anger in his blood, and it felt like it wasn't going away. Shrugging it off, he went back inside, forgetting why he was even upset.
