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poltergeistsoup · 6 months

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Chapter 1 of Last Living Souls out now

Noodle has been cleansing Kong Studios of its hoards of the undead all on her own-- until now. With still no word from Russel and 2D, she and Murdoc must rebuild their home. Not only is Kong full of rot and evil, but Noodle's birthday is only three days away, and Murdoc promises to make the most of it with her. Noodle hopes she can hold him to that promise.

#gorillaz #gorillaz fanfic #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz fic #noodle gorillaz #Murdoc niccals

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an-android-child · 3 months

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READ THIS FIC THIS FIC IS SO GOOD THIS IS THE BEST FIC I'VE EVER READ READ THIS FIC THIS FUCKS SEVERELY

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53112613/chapters/134386240

#gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz fanfic #gorillaz fic #2doc #gorillaz 2doc #2doc fanfiction #2doc fic #2doc fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 #archive of our own

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plasticdazed · 9 months

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Under the Moonlight

As the moon climbed high in the inky sky, Russel Hobbs embarked on his nighttime routine.

Russel began by shutting the door to his room, sealing away the echoes of laughter and music that usually filled the mansion's walls. He welcomed the stillness, the hushed serenity that surrounded him like a warm embrace. The moonlight streamed in through the windows, casting a silver glow on the floor, and Russel felt an inexplicable connection with its celestial light.

First, he'd spend a few moments sitting in silence, his powerful frame nestled into a plush armchair near the window. He'd close his eyes, inhale deeply, and let the worries of the day evaporate into the night. He could feel the music of his heartbeat, steady and calming, like the rhythm of a distant drum. Each beat seemed to synchronize with the gentle thrumming of crickets outside, creating a harmonious nocturnal symphony.

In the dim glow of a bedside lamp, Russel would then turn to his journal. Leather-bound and filled with the secrets of his soul, it was a treasure trove of his most intimate thoughts and emotions. His pen danced gracefully across the pages, leaving behind ink trails that mirrored the swaying trees outside. It was in these pages that Russel found solace, pouring his heart out in words that only the moon and stars could bear witness to.

As the night deepened, Russel's thoughts often drifted to his past, the challenges he faced, and the experiences that shaped him. He'd recall the unyielding rhythm of the streets, the bustling urban life that nurtured his love for music. Memories of his late friend Del would resurface, and he'd allow himself to grieve again, even after all these years.

But amidst the reminiscing, there was always an undercurrent of hope and gratitude. His fellow Gorillaz members – 2D, Murdoc, and Noodle – had become his family, and the music they created together was more than just art; it was a lifeline, a bridge connecting their souls. He'd often smile as he remembered their camaraderie, the times they laughed and jammed together, the bonds that transcended reality and virtuality.

When the urge struck him, Russel would reach for his headphones, gently nestling them over his ears. With a curated playlist at his fingertips, he'd press play, allowing the music to flood his senses. Some nights, he'd lose himself in jazz, the smooth melodies caressing his soul. Other times, he'd dive into the frenetic energy of hip-hop, and he'd feel a part of something bigger, connected to a culture that had raised him.

In the pale moonlight, he'd sometimes stand up and let the music guide his movements. His body moved with grace and power, swaying like the trees in the wind. It was as if the music had a physical form, wrapping itself around him like a lover, drawing him into a dance of forgotten dreams and unspoken desires.

As the night drew to a close, Russel would return to his armchair, feeling the tranquility wash over him like a gentle rain. He'd glance out the window, where the first hints of dawn painted the sky in soft hues of pink and orange. In that fleeting moment between darkness and light, Russel found a sense of renewal and peace.

With a final deep breath, he'd close his journal and place it back in its resting spot. He'd remove his headphones and hang them on a hook, ready for another night of whispered melodies and unspoken conversations with the universe.

And as the sun slowly emerged from its slumber, Russel would drift into a peaceful sleep, knowing that when the night embraced him once again, he'd have the moon as his silent confidante and music as his eternal companion.

#this was relaxing to write 🥰#russel gorillaz #russel hobbs #gorillaz fic #Gorillaz

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ufofrommarss · 1 year

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more silly 2Dace fics because these goobers have filled my brain- a really fuckin long one and a sequel to my friends

Fireflies

Hair dye and fashion shows

#gorillaz #gorillaz fic #2Dace #2d x ace #2ace #2d gorillaz #ace gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction

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illulamati · 10 months

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helloooOOO tumblr

now that this is my main i should probably plug my gorillaz fic haha. its a novelisation of the gorillaz origin story! i am currently writing a novelisation of phase one! check it out i think its pretty neat :)

#gorillaz #gorillaz fanfiction #noodle gorillaz #2d gorillaz #russel hobbs #murdoc niccals #gorillaz fic

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halloweenbrainrot · 1 year

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Lil dumb thinggy! Ah also itz not 2doc!! I'll come for your bloodline

2-d sighed and looked around the room before his deep eyes landed on murdoc

"I fink... I fink.." 2-d thoughtfully studders his eyes thorough in examining murdoc mannor

" ...wot is it mate?" Murdoc hesitates, a shock that surprises even himself

"Your litterly nurodivergent and a miner mudz.."

".. no.. no cant-NO!" murdoc screamed scrunched his own hair

"ITS TRUE!! LOOK!! ITZA ALL THERE MUDZ!! haf'ta.. relize"

Murdoc fucking explodes.

#gorillaz #2 d gorillaz #murdoc niccals #gorillaz fic #when i say exploded i mean like combusted not busted a nut

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writing-and-dying · 2 years

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#ao3fic #gorillaz #gorillaz fic

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captain-lessship · 10 months

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2-D Cuddling and Sleep Headcannons

2D is a very cuddly guy. He just is. He doesn’t get much affection (or even touch) so when he’s with you, he will capitalize on your warmth and love

He loves curling up next to you on a couch or in bed.

Loves when you fiddle with his hands or hair. You trace the lines in his palms often and he loves the odd and slightly ticklish sensation.

He draws shapes and letters on your skin when he gets really sleepy. Mainly hearts, stars, his name, your name and ‘I love you.’ (He always traces every letter of I love you.)

He hums to you. Period.

His go to cuddling position is resting his head on your chest. Your heartbeat is his personal lullaby (plus this means you can play with his hair)

Is partial to being the big spoon, even though it sacrifices hair play but is is perfectly suited to allow him to play with your hands or for you to fiddle with his.

Is a very good person to sleep next to. Stays to his side when you inevitably separate from cuddling positions and take his share of the blanket and no more. But one of his limbs always has to be touching you or else he wakes up.

Is not, I repeat NOT a morning person. He grumbles at you when you try to get up and whines when you eventually get out of bed.

His gaze follows you as you get ready for the day. You leave him with a kiss and a promise of a peppermint tea if he gets up. (Does it begrudgingly)

#fanfic writing #fanfic #romance #x reader #reader #request #2d gorillaz #stuart 2d pot x reader #2d stuart pot #2d x reader #2d headcanons #gorillaz fanfiction #gorillaz #req fic #send requests #short reads

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elektramustdie · 5 months

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞

warnings - unprotected sex ( don’t be silly wrap that willy) , dacryphilia ?? , dirty talk, damon films everything?? fingering, breeding kink.

As your two brothers chat, Damon with his damned blue eyes has been eye fucking you from across the pub nearly forever now. “Maybe y/n will get it” One of your brothers say causing you to tune back into the convo. “huh?” you raise your eyebrows before taking a sip of your beer. Your eldest brother chuckles “ listen to this” he jokingly shoves your other brother beside him. “ Ok listen!! “ Your brother liam holding back laughter, as he sways back and forth he clears his throat. “ I- Uh, i forgot” Liam smiles and hides his face in his hands. “I think you need to go home now “ You say while laughing. You stand off the bar stool and grab your leather coat before walking to liam. “ Cmon” You say before helping him stand up and walk to the door. Your other brother Noel pays the tab and grabs his car keys before following you two out. You open the passenger door and guide liam. “ alright get home safe!! “ You smile as you close the door and wave to your brothers through the window. you watch as they drive off. You turn around and walk back inside, looking at the table you were sitting at. You smile as you walk over, “ great! thought they would never leave” Damon says watching you walk over and take a seat in front of him. you and damon have been secretly going out for the past couple of months, you haven’t told anyone because of the so call rivalry with your brother’s band with your boyfriend’s. “ oh shut up let’s go home” you roll your eyes and he leans in to kiss you but stand up to walk to the door. “ oh wanna play hard to get ? “ he scoffs, running to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder, you giggle as he rubs his nose all in your hair. “gonna let me get in your pants? “ he cheeky grins as he opens the car door for you, you turn and look at him with doe eyes “maybe”. you go in for a kiss before kissing his nose and sitting down in the car. “ what am i gonna do with you “ he laughs before closing the door and running to the driver side. the car ride home is sweet and short, as you pull into the parking lot of your shared flat. you smile and go to open your door before he grabs your wrist turning you to face him. “ I have a surprise” he whispers before letting go and getting out of the car. you can’t help but blush before running out of the car.

That’s how you ended up naked on his bed with him shirtless standing above you with a camera, “ surprise love” he chuckles as he roams your body with the camera, “ such pretty tits m’love” he bites his lip as he places the camera on your bedside table before take a peck at your hardened nipples. you wince as he soothes it with his tongue, “ damon, baby please “ you whine as you watch him suck your tit. he lets go with a pop and tilts his head to the side “ yes darling?” he asks innocently acting oblivious to the fact your bucking your hips into his to feel some sort of relief from the ache in your soaking cunt. “ need more “ you mumble out as you try reaching for his belt, he tuts “ patience m’love" he smiles sinisterly, your eyebrows furrow “please damon, just want your fingers” you bite your lips as you look into his eyes. he smirks and kisses in between your breasts before circling your clit with his thumb, the sudden touch makes you gasp “ ya like that pretty girl?” he says before teasing your hole with two fingers. you nod and buck your hips for more, “ so needy” he snickers before slipping them in. you cry out his name and blush at how wet you were, “jesus m’love, so wet taking my fingers so well” damon blinks from the look on your face to him fucking you with his fingers. “oh damon..” you whimper as you feel your orgasm approaching, “ gonna cum love?” he asks before rubbing your clit with his thumb. you nod as you feel it coming closer. Just than he stops. “want you to cum on my cock sweet girl” damon slips his fingers out and grabs the camera before filming your cunt and spreading your lips. he groans “how would you like that baby ?” he asks and moves the camera to your face. you bite your lip and look into the camera, “ oh god yes, want to feel you deep in me” you say Damon’s head to fall and rest on your stomach, “ fuck love, such a dirty mouth” he says lowly before sitting up and handing you the camera. you film him unbuckling his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down, his tip red and leaking with pre cum. he strikes himself a bit before taking the camera back, you open your legs as he drags his tip through your folds and down to your hole. he pushes in and inhaled deeply before pushing all the way and bottoming out, “so tight” he groans as he places the camera back on the night stand, “ so good” you moan and place your hands on his biceps. he pulls nearly out before slamming back into you, setting a breathtaking pace. your nails dig into his arm as he forces himself in over and over again stretching out your walls causing your eyes to water. it hurts so good, “gonna cry pretty girl? my cock just feels so good huh ? m’love” he teases causing you to cry out his name as tears fall down your cheeks. “ yes…fuck so.. good “ you breathe out, his finger sneaks down between your hot bodies and rubs tight circles on your clit. “ gonna fill ya up, breed our baby into ya.” he gets lightheaded thinking about how hot you would look pregnant. “oh yes please “ you whimper as your walls tighten around his cock, making him wince “like that idea don’t ya?” he lowly snickers. you nod and feel your orgasm returning, “i’m close..” you whimper and look at the camera before looking in between your bodies to see where you connect, “ right there with ya love, let go.. cum all over my cock darling” he practically groans out and holds onto your hips, slamming back into you over and over again. his words, movements was all to much. you wrap your legs around him setting you up a little accessing his cock to hit your sweet spot, he was so deep in you. he was everywhere around you. you snap and flutter your eyes shut as your orgasm washes over you beautifully, damon can’t help but watch your body shake and you moan out loudly for the neighbors to hear, just watching you come undone helped him finish. His head falls onto your shoulder and he cums deep inside you. " I love you" he says as he pulls out. you lay on his chest " i love you too" You whisper before dozing off, he follows behind after kissing your forehead.

#blur #damon albarn #damon albarn x reader #smut fic #gorillaz

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poltergeistsoup · 6 months

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Happy birthday Noodle! And for the occasion, the last chapter of Last Living Souls is out now

If you like my art and writing, consider leaving a tip

#gorillaz #gorillaz fanart #noodle gorillaz #Russel hobbs #gorillaz fanfic #gorillaz fic #I finished it in time motherfuckers

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hwangalleryy · 1 month

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➨ RHINESTONE EYES

capa inspirada na música Rhinestone Eyes x irene.

pngs: fairyixing / texturas: ErenaeErae

status: doada.

#edit #spirit fanfics #capa design #capa para fanfic #capa para spirit #capa spirit #capa de fanfic #capa de fic #capa para fic #kpop #red velvet #red velvet irene #irene #bae joohyun #gorillaz

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plasticdazed · 9 months

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Weather the Storm

A huge storm threatens The Plastic Beach and its two and half inhabitants. Cyborg Noodle gets a power surge and is down for repairs, if Murdoc ever gets around to it. For now, it’s just him, 2D, and the biggest storm the beach has ever seen.

Dark themes, cat and mouse, heavy manipulation, gaslighting, religious themes, 2Doc as usual, etc nothing sexually explicit! 🖤 not beta read please forgive me ‼️

The Plastic Beach was once a vibrant haven Murdoc, a musical paradise floating on the vast ocean, but tonight, it trembled beneath the fury of an intense thunderstorm. Dark clouds rolled ominously overhead, casting an eerie, purple hue over the plastic structures that made up their makeshift island studio. Waves crashed against the sides, each impact sending shivers down 2D's spine as he cowered in his waterlogged cell.

Inside the cell, the dim glow of a flickering bulb barely penetrated the shadows. The room was submerged under the water, and the sound of rain pounding against the windows added to the sense of claustrophobia. The storm howled like a vengeful spirit, but the real terror lay within the studio itself.

2D glanced anxiously at the cell door, hearing the thunderous booms reverberate through the walls. He knew Murdoc was out there, and in times like these, his sadistic tendencies grew even more unpredictable and dangerous. He could feel the dread rising with every creak and moan of the structure.

Above, Murdoc paced the rooftop, a half-empty bottle of booze in hand. His bloodshot eyes stared defiantly at the gathering storm, and a wicked grin stretched across his lips. He could hear the radio blaring with weather warnings, but Murdoc never liked being told what to do.

"Category 4? Ha! I've faced worse," he slurred, taking a swig of his drink. "This island's made of plastic, nothing can bring it down."

But as the wind intensified, threatening to rip the very roof from beneath his feet, even Murdoc's arrogance faltered. The sky unleashed its fury, and the rain came pouring down in torrents.

"Time for a little adventure," he mumbled to himself, stumbling back into the studio, his clothes dripping wet. As the power flickered and went out, darkness enveloped the entire island.

2D's heart pounded as he heard the loud clank of his cell door swinging open in the pitch-black darkness. He knew Murdoc was coming for him, but the fear of the unknown was far worse than anything else. He gripped the edge of his bed, trying to steady himself, but his mind raced with dread.

Somewhere in the distance, a faint, desperate voice cried out, "Murdoc, please, don't do this!"

"Come out, come out, 2D," Murdoc's voice echoed, chilling the very air. "Let's play a little game."

2D's breath hitched, and he forced himself to his feet, shuffling toward the door. His fingers trembled as he touched the frame, testing the waters of freedom. Every instinct told him to stay put, but hope flickered in his heart. He had to find Murdoc, maybe reason with him.

With each step, he navigated the maze-like corridors of the studio, the darkness swallowing him whole. Every sound sent shivers down his spine, and he could feel Murdoc's presence lurking just beyond the shadows.

"Come on, 2D, are you scared?" Murdoc taunted from somewhere nearby. "You should be."

2D swallowed hard, trying to silence the rising panic. "Murdoc, please, let's not do this. The storm, it's dangerous!"

"Oh, what's life without a little danger, eh?" Murdoc's voice slithered, icy and menacing. "Besides, you know you love the thrill."

As 2D stumbled through the dark, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was playing right into Murdoc's hands. The power outage had given him the advantage, and 2D was just desperate enough to fall for it.

The plastic walls seemed to close in around him, and he found himself lost, unsure of where to go. But the flicker of lightning outside briefly illuminated a sinister figure ahead. Murdoc stood there, soaked to the bone, the malevolence in his eyes intensified by the erratic shadows cast on his face.

"Found you," Murdoc growled, lunging at 2D, who scrambled backward, only to trip and fall. "Now, let's have some fun!"

2D's heart pounded in his ears as he tried to escape, but it was like navigating a labyrinth of horror. The plastic beach had become a terrifying nightmare, and 2D was trapped inside it with a deranged captor.

The rain poured down relentlessly as Murdoc dragged 2D outside by the bolt of his crossbow. 2D's teeth chattered as he shivered uncontrollably, the cold and fear seeping into his very bones. Murdoc's deranged demeanor only intensified the terror in the air.

"Murdoc, please, I'm sorry!" 2D pleaded, his voice trembling as he tried to reason with the madman holding him captive. "I didn't mean to upset you. Let's go back inside, where it's safe."

But Murdoc's grip on the crossbow tightened, and he grinned menacingly. "Oh no, bluebird, the game has just begun. Now strip."

2D's eyes widened in horror at the demand. "Wha-what? I can't do that! It's freezing!"

Murdoc's smile widened, devoid of any compassion. "Run and hide, then. You've got a head start, and I'll be hunting you down. The storm's gonna hide your tracks real nice."

The raindrops seemed to fall like icy shards, and the wind howled like an enraged beast. 2D hesitated for a moment, looking back at the studio's locked entrance. There was no escape but to obey, to endure whatever cruel fate awaited him outside.

As 2D hesitantly stripped down to his soaked underwear, Murdoc chuckled darkly. "Such a good little bluebird, obeying your master."

With a push, Murdoc sent 2D running into the storm. The singer stumbled, his feet sinking into the sand beneath the plastic surface. The storm swallowed him whole as he sprinted, desperately seeking some semblance of shelter.

But Murdoc gave chase, laughing as he followed 2D's tracks in the mud and rain. His twisted mind seemed immune to the storm's fury as if the tempest fueled his madness.

2D's teeth chattered, and his body shook violently as the icy water numbed his senses. He was disoriented, running aimlessly, and the darkness only added to the nightmare. He felt the cold seeping into his very soul, and his breaths became shallow and desperate.

Murdoc's taunts echoed through the storm. "Where are you, bluebird? Can't hide from me forever. I'll find you, and then... oh, the fun we'll have!"

The plastic beach seemed vast and never-ending, the rain and wind becoming a relentless torment. 2D's vision blurred, and his limbs grew heavy as exhaustion and hypothermia began to take their toll.

Murdoc's voice seemed to surround him now, taunting him from every direction. "You're just prolonging the inevitable, 2D. There's no escape from me."

As the storm raged on, 2D found himself huddled beneath the a makeshift shelter, his body shivering uncontrollably. He clutched his arms tightly around himself, trying to find any semblance of warmth in his soaked state. Fear gnawed at his heart, and he felt utterly alone, lost in the chaos of the tempest.

"Please," 2D murmured softly, his voice trembling with desperation. "If anyone's out there, anyone at all, please help me. I don't know what I've done to deserve this, but I'm begging you, let me survive this night."

His prayer was one of pure anguish, directed at any entity that might be listening. He had never been religious, but in the face of such terror, he grasped at any hope he could find. The rain continued to pour, as if the heavens themselves were weeping for him.

From behind him, a cold and twisted voice spoke, slicing through the storm's roar. "Oh, how touching, face-ache. Praying like a true believer, are we?"

2D's eyes widened in terror as he turned to see Murdoc emerging from the darkness, his grin wicked and eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "Murdoc, please, I-I didn't mean to pray like that. I'm just scared, that's all."

Murdoc chuckled darkly, stepping closer until he was right in front of 2D. "Scared, eh? You should be. But you know what? I'm moved by your devotion. Pray again, bluebird, but this time, pray to me."

2D's heart pounded in his chest, and he swallowed hard, trying to find the words. "Murdoc, I-I can't do that. You're not a god, you're just a person, like me. Please, let me go back inside. It's cold, and I'm freezing!"

Murdoc's eyes flashed with fury, and he pressed the tip of the crossbow against 2D's temple, making him flinch in fear. "Pray!"

2D closed his eyes, tears mixing with the rain on his cheeks. He knew Murdoc's cruelty knew no bounds, and he felt a deep and profound helplessness wash over him. With a quivering voice, he began to pray, not to any divine being, but to the Devil before him.

"Murdoc, please, have mercy. I-I beg for your forgiveness, for whatever wrong I've done. I'll do anything, just let me live through this night. I-I'm sorry, so sorry."

Murdoc's smile widened, his satisfaction evident. "That's right, 2D. Beg for your life. Confess your sins to me, and maybe, just maybe, I'll consider sparing you."

As 2D continued to pray, his words becoming more desperate and incoherent, he realized the extent of Murdoc's control over him. It was as if the years of manipulation had taken root deep within his soul, and he found himself confessing to sins he hadn't even committed.

The storm showed no signs of abating, and the torment seemed never-ending. 2D clung to the vain hope that somehow, someone, or something, would intervene and save him from this nightmare.

Amidst the relentless storm, the dance of terror between 2D and Murdoc reached a fever pitch. Murdoc's sadistic grin widened with every word that spilled from 2D's trembling lips. The rain poured down in torrents, mirroring the deluge of lies and false confessions that flowed from 2D's fractured mind.

"I-I set the fire at Kong Studios, Murdoc," 2D stammered, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, but I-I couldn't control myself."

Murdoc's eyes gleamed with satisfaction, he knew this one was his own fault. "Ah, so that was you, huh? I always suspected it. But what else, 2D? Confess all your sins, my dear bluebird."

"I-I jumped in front of your car, I gave myself the 8-ball fracture," 2D continued, his voice wavering. "It was my fault, all of it. I just wanted to feel something, anything..."

Murdoc chuckled darkly, reveling in 2D's vulnerability. "Oh, so you're responsible for that little accident, are you? Interesting."

"Please, Murdoc, I'm so pathetic," 2D cried, his mind spiraling further into the abyss. "I-I begged you to keep me around, I forced myself on you, I-I'm just a worthless sinner."

The storm seemed to amplify, matching the intensity of the mind games being played. Rain lashed against them, and thunder boomed like a sinister chorus. Murdoc relished the power he held over 2D, manipulating him like a puppet on strings.

"You begged, huh?" Murdoc sneered. "Don't lie, 2D. We both know the truth. You were so useless and desperate, I had to drag you into the band, kicking and screaming."

2D's eyes widened, his mind too fractured to comprehend the lies from reality. "No, no, I-I did beg, Murdoc! I wanted to be part of Gorillaz, I wanted to please you, I-I did everything you asked!"

Murdoc's laughter was cold and merciless. "You're a liar, 2D. You always have been. You're so spineless, you'd say anything to save your pathetic life."

The storm seemed to rage within 2D's mind, the lines between truth and manipulation blurred beyond recognition. He was drowning in a sea of false confessions, dragged further into Murdoc's twisted game.

"You're right," 2D sobbed, his tears blending with the rain. "I'm a liar, I've committed all these sins and more. I'm a sinner, a worthless wretch. Just please, let me live."

But Murdoc wasn't done yet; he wanted to push 2D to the brink of madness. He reveled in the fear and despair he saw in 2D's eyes.

"Tell me, 2D," Murdoc hissed, "did you also steal from the band's earnings? Did you sabotage our gigs? Did you betray us in ways I can't even imagine?"

2D's mind reeled, and he struggled to discern reality from fiction. The storm raged on, echoing the turmoil in his soul. The weight of guilt and shame bore down on him, and he felt utterly broken and defeated.

"Get up." Murdoc's voice cut through the silence like a jagged knife, and he used the crossbow to tilt 2D's chin up, forcing him to rise on unsteady legs. Each step felt like walking through molasses as they trudged back into the studio. The storm's tumultuous symphony was replaced by an eerie stillness, the air thick with tension and despair.

Inside, the darkness enveloped them like a suffocating shroud. The power remained out, leaving them in a void of pitch-black uncertainty. 2D stumbled, feeling high and dazed, his mind foggy and disoriented. The combination of the freezing rain and Murdoc's relentless torment had taken its toll, and he was on the brink of collapse.

Murdoc pushed 2D into a corner, relishing the brokenness he had inflicted upon him. The muffled sound of rain filtered through the walls, giving the illusion that the storm still raged outside, but inside the studio, it felt like time had stopped.

2D's vision swam with darkness at the edges, his body trembling uncontrollably from the cold and the ordeal he had endured. Hypothermia loomed like a dark specter, but the singer was too far gone to fully comprehend the danger he was in.

As Murdoc circled him like a predator, a wicked grin playing on his lips, 2D felt like a helpless prey. He tried to speak, to beg for mercy, but his words slurred together like a broken record. "M-Murdoc, p-please, enough... I-I can't take it anymore."

Murdoc's laughter echoed in the studio, reverberating through 2D's fractured mind. "Can't take it anymore, huh? Well, 2D, that's the point, isn't it? To make up for all your wasted years sinning.”

"I-I'm broken, Murdoc," 2D confessed, his voice barely audible. "I-I can't... I can't keep doing this. Please, just let me go, let me rest."

But Murdoc's sadistic delight only intensified, like a devil savoring his victory. "Rest? Oh, 2D, there's no rest for the wicked, and you've proven yourself to be oh so wicked. Confessing to sins you never even committed, betraying your bandmates, lying to me... you're a snake, 2D."

The flickering power cast eerie shadows across the studio, creating a nightmarish strobing effect that added to the horror of the moment. The island rocked violently in the churning sea, as if the storm outside was determined to consume them all. The chaos mirrored the turmoil within 2D's mind and the malevolence that emanated from Murdoc.

As the crossbow-wielding demon closed in on 2D, his steps were unsteady, his drunkenness making him even more unpredictable. 2D cowered against the wall, his body shivering uncontrollably, but there was nowhere to hide from Murdoc's sadistic pleasure.

"Murdoc, please, I-I never betrayed anyone," 2D pleaded, his voice barely audible amidst the roaring storm and flickering lights. "I'm not wicked. You're the one who's been manipulating me all these years. Just let me go, please..."

Murdoc's laughter mingled with the howling winds, sending a chill down 2D's spine. "Manipulating you? Oh, 2D, you're even more pathetic than I thought. You've always been weak, easily swayed by anyone who gives you the slightest bit of attention. Your loyalty to me is just another display of your own inadequacy."

2D's heart sank, feeling the full weight of Murdoc's cruel words. The memories of past abuses and twisted control flooded his mind, and he struggled to keep his sanity intact.

The storm outside intensified, the wind and rain battering the walls of the plastic beach with relentless fury. The entire island seemed to groan under the pressure, a living entity fighting against the chaos.

Murdoc's erratic movements drew closer, the crossbow wavering dangerously in his grip. 2D's heart pounded, and he tried to make himself small, to disappear into the shadows. But Murdoc's eyes were fixated on him like a predator, eager to pounce on his weakened prey.

"You think you're innocent, 2D?" Murdoc sneered, his words venomous. "You're just a puppet, dancing to the tune of anyone who pulls your strings. Your life has been one big lie, and you're so spineless, you'd confess to anything just to save yourself."

The strobing lights made Murdoc's face appear demonic, and 2D's mind was slipping further into a nightmarish abyss. He couldn't escape the feeling of being trapped, both physically and mentally, at the mercy of a madman.

The plastic beach rocked violently once more, and 2D struggled to maintain his balance. Murdoc's sinister grin widened, relishing the terror he instilled in his captive.

"Just a few more steps, 2D," Murdoc taunted, his voice cruelly sweet. "Then this little game will be over. But don't worry, the nightmare is just beginning."

As Murdoc closed in on 2D, he could see the singer's frozen breath, visible in the dim light of the flickering bulbs. 2D's teeth chattered uncontrollably, his body trembling from the cold, the fear, and the torment he had endured.

"You're frozen, Stuart," Murdoc said with a sinister smile, completely oblivious to his own icy form due to the excessive alcohol he had consumed earlier that day. His drunken state only fueled the darkness within him, blurring the lines between reality and his twisted fantasies.

2D tried to respond, to beg for mercy once more, but his words came out as unintelligible mumbling. The hypothermia had taken its toll on him, leaving him dazed and disoriented, like a ship lost at sea in the storm.

Murdoc's cruel laughter echoed through the studio, resonating with the howling winds outside. "Can't even speak, can you? Pathetic."

Murdoc's free hand trailed over 2D's hip, then dragged slowly up his back. 2D was so numb that he could barely feel the touch, his skin cold as ice under Murdoc's fingers. Despite the horror and fear that consumed him, 2D couldn't help but lean into the warmth emanating from Murdoc's hand, like a moth drawn to a flame.

The sensation was like the first taste of a cigarette after being dry for years—a forbidden pleasure that brought a fleeting sense of comfort amidst the torment. 2D knew it was bad for his health, both physically and mentally, to seek any solace in Murdoc's touch. But in that moment, he was so broken, so desperate for any semblance of warmth, that he couldn't resist.

Murdoc's intoxicating presence, his proximity, was both terrifying and strangely alluring. 2D felt like he was losing himself, his mind consumed by a chaotic whirlwind of emotions. The lines between pain and pleasure, fear and desire, blurred into a tangled mess.

The storm outside continued its relentless assault, the plastic beach swaying with the tumultuous sea. But inside the studio, a different kind of storm brewed, one that was equally destructive but hidden beneath the surface.

2D's breath hitched as Murdoc's hand slid up to his shoulder, holding him in a deceptively gentle grip. "You're pathetic, Stuart. So easily broken," Murdoc praised, relishing in the power he wielded over his captive.

The singer's mind was in turmoil, unable to fully comprehend the extent of Murdoc's manipulation. In his vulnerability, he leaned into the devil he knew, seeking any source of warmth in the heart of the cold, dark storm.

As the power flickered once more, plunging them into darkness, 2D's mind seemed to lose its last tether to reality. He was adrift in a sea of conflicting emotions, unable to find solid ground.

"Stay with me, Stuart," Murdoc purred, his breath hot against 2D's ear. "In the end, it's just you and me, isn't it?"

The studio's darkness enveloped them, and 2D felt like he was drowning in a maelstrom of fear and desire. He couldn't escape the entwined grasp of the storm outside and the tempest brewing within him.

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