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plasticdazed · 1 year ago

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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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mouldingch33se · 1 month ago

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Right, so I got this old oneshot book on Wattpad that I un-published because it was so bad. But now I'm sharing some of the fics here.

Keep in mind, these are from early 2023.

@vio-demon

First one:

2Doc Kingdom AU

Murdoc=King

2D=Bard

Russel=Soldier

Noodle=Soldier's child

Murdoc POV

I was rudely awoken by a loud noise somewhere in or near my castle. I sat up, rubbing my forehead in anger and frustration.

I heard a whiny male voice yelling my name from somewhere in the corridor. "Dear King! Please, let me-" His yell was cut off by a slapping noise, and the man who previously yelled was whimpering in pain.

His cries grew distant as he was taken away by my soldiers, or rather, my personal bodygaurds.

Russel Hobbs was my favourite, he was always up for a bit of banter and nothing could dim his lust for adventure. However, being one of the strongest and most liked soldiers, I had to keep him safe in my castle. I didn't want him to be followed and killed, considering everyone in and out of the kingdom knew his name. Safe to say he was rather popular, and he needed to stay in the shadows.

He was also rather good at keeping peasants out of the castle, and every time someone did manage to sneak in he'd have them out in no time.

I called my personal maid to clothe me and rubbed my eyes to try and clear my vision. It was always blurry in the morning, and I hated it.

Once I was all clothed and awake it was time for my morning feast. The cooks always managed to surprise me with the quality of their food. Every apple was fresh, and every bit of meat was cooked to perfection.

Once I arrived in the dining hall I licked my lips, seeing the feast on the table. A maid came running up to me and informed me that a few other rulers were going to be here soon to discuss some plans.

She bowed to me and was about to walk away when she bumped into someone. That someone was the Bard I'd requested for today.

He had vibrant blue hair and black eyes, something I'd never seen before. He had the most beautiful smooth skin and pale lips, and his tall, lanky figure was just to die for.

He was wearing a travel cloak and a painters hat with a deep red feather. His shoes were mismatched and stained, and he looked like he came from a poor, farmer's household.

Normally I would've laughed and sent him away, but there was just something about him that I couldn't explain. Such charm and elegance is not something you see everyday, not even as the king of the greatest kingdom in all of England...

The maid gave him a look of dissaproval as he gathered his instruments and travel pouch from the floor, rather clumsily I might add.

He had his butt in the air and was constantly dropping whatever he had already picked up, and I couldn't help but chuckle a bit when he fell over.

Once he'd gathered all his belongings he looked up and met my gaze. I pretended I was giving him a look of dissaproval, and looked away.

2D POV

Once I had gathered all my belongings I looked up, and saw the king staring right at me.

Oh golly, Im such a fool... I thought to myself as I saw his sour expression. I knew I didn't look all that presentable but compared to the people in this castle I could've been a street rat.

Even the maids were dressed fancier than me for crying out loud!

I knew I should've asked mother for help, but I was too proud to admit to her that I needed it. She could've made me a fancy cloak in no time, and maybe even some new shoes.

Now here I was, in my best clothes but still looking like I came right out of a pile of cow dung.

A maid hurried over to me and took me to a room to 'smarten me up', and I followed her reluctantly. She was a younger maid and she had a rosy tint to her cheeks, making her look like she came right out of a story book.

She took my cloak and brought me some new clothes, wich looked more fit for a jester than a bard. The trousers were poofy and round, and they weren't even the right size.

I told the maid I couldn't wear this, and after much argueing she agreed to let me wear my own clothes, but not my shoes. She gave me a new pair of luxury leather shoes and told me to keep them.

Once it was time to go out I started to get very nervous. I was just an ordinairy village bard, and I wasn't used to this type of thing. I was much too afraid that all those rulers would judge me, and even make fun of me. I was pushed out by the maid and timidly walked over to my designated spot, right next to the king.

He looked at me expectantly and I tried to remember the song I'd practiced.

Once I started singing it was easy, and I started swaying to the rythym of my song. The king seemed to enjoy it and I felt pleased with myself. I managed to make the king happy! And more importantly, I wasn't going to be executed today... however I was worried that the king would request me more often, and then I would be dead for sure. A bard has to run out of ideas at some point, you know.

While we're on that topic, I'd like to add that im not the brightest bard either. Most of my ideas were actually my mother's, and I was worried that I wouldn't stand a chance on my own.

Once my song was over the king nodded in approval and gave me a smile. Wich was rare, by the way. Most of the time the king didn't smile, because why should he? He didn't have a reason to smile, and forcing a smile was near impossible.

The other rulers didn't seem to have enjoyed my song as much, but at least the king himself liked it.

Murdoc POV

I watched as the bard left the dining hall, and I scoffed when I saw a jester enter. The jester started to do all sorts of funny tricks but I wasn't feeling like it today, and I sent him away.

I was feeling pretty generous so he wasn't beheaded, and he was free to go.

The next few hours were spent discussing 'important matters' with the council of rulers, but I wasn't as interested as I normally was. I was still thinking about the bard, wondering if he was still in the castle.

Over the course of the next few weeks I requested the bard several more times and he seemed happy that I liked his work. I soon learned that his name was Stuart Pot, but that he preffered to be called 2D.

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Today I had requested the bard again, but there was no morning feast. I just requested him because I wanted to, and my maids looked at me suspiciously.

Once he arrived I saw his confused look as he was brought upstairs instead of into the dining hall. I followed him and went into my lounge room, waiting for him to get ready.

Once he got there he was very confused, but he didn't dare question me. He was too scared I'd suddenly get bored of him and send him away, or something like that.

You know, I may have been a king, but I wasn't very professional. I liked to fuck around and find out, if you know what I mean.

2D POV

I was confused as the king asked me to come closer to him. What was he going to do...?

I slowly shuffled in his direction, and looked at him, confused. He seemed annoyed by how slow I was moving and sighed. I took one big step and I was now in front of him, more confused than ever.

He suddenly smirked and pat his lap, and I just stood there, frozen in fear and confusion.

He rolled his eyes and pulled me onto his lap, and I stiffened even more, if that was possible.

I was as rigid as a board while the king leaned back and sighed. He seemed statisfied, for now...

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3rd person POV

Over the course of the next few weeks, Murdoc began pushing more and more boundaries with 2D. He even did some really questionable things to 2D, and 2D was forced to just accept it.

He was scared, scared of what would happen when he refused. Scared of what the king would do to him. Scared of everything...

The king also abandoned most of his duties just to spend time with the bard, and the kingdom was in chaos. A lot of people were already against the king before this whole ordeal but now it was nearly the whole kingdom raging at him.

There were huge mobs of people outside the castle everyday, yelling for the king to be replaced. Murdoc didn't care, however, he preffered to just ignore all of it.

But one day, the protests went a little too far...

Murdoc POV

I was panicking as I stormed downstairs, I wasn't even wearing my cloak or shoes. I looked like a mad man, and right I was.

Some peasant had managed to get into my room through my window and I was now being chased around the castle, trying not to die. I could hear the person looking for me, and he killed one of my maids.

I said a little prayer for her as I tried to slow my heartbeat, and get out of the castle as soon as possible.

I could hear him aproaching my hiding place and suddenly there was a loud crash, and I heard Russel's loud and ragged breathing.

"Sir?" He called out, and I could hear him wheezing.

I stuck my head around the corner of my hiding place and saw him standing there, sword in hand and a dead man at his feet. I sighed in relief and was about to exit my hiding place when he held up his hand to stop me.

"Sir, there are more of them... best get out of the castle with me." He explained, walking over to me. He wrapped me in his own cloak and managed to smuggle me out of the castle without being seen.

Once we were outside he pushed me into the bushes and listened intently.

Suddenly a head full of blue hair stuck his head around the corner and Russel sighed. He buried his face in his hands and shook his head, sitting down.

2D looked at him questioningly and slowly walked up to him, fumbling with his fingers.

"I, uhh... heard there was something planned, so I came here as soon as possible..." He whispered, afraid that he would be heard by someone else.

Russel pointed to the bush I was in and I stuck my hand out of it, waving at him.

2D walked over to the bush and sat next to me, his hands on his knees while he sat with his legs spread. (Sorry if that made no sense)

"Sir, wot's happening?" He asked shakily. "No need to call me sir anymore, since im guessing im not really a king anymore..." I replied, sighing heavily.

"Oh..." He looked away from me. He looked kind of sad, knowing that he was the reason this had happened.

"Hey, it's not yer fault. Cheer up, will ya?" And somehow I still managed to sound like I was commanding him. It wasn't intended this time, since I knew I had lost all of my power.

He forced a little smile and I sighed. "Ah, forget it. If ye're sad, be sad. It doesn't matter anymore..." I sighed.

His smile quickly faded and I pulled him closer to me. "Ya do know what this means, right?" I asked, petting his back. He shook his head and looked at me in confusion.

"Well, if we go to another kingdom, I'll be like a normal peasant..." I sighed, and I stopped petting his back. "Hmm?" He asked, still confused.

"That kinda means we can be seen together without the law against us, y'know?" I explained. He nodded once and leaned more into me.

I rested my hand on his butt and he stiffened, but quickly relaxed. I smirked and squeezed his butt, making him jump slightly.

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Quick description of what happened after:

Murdoc, 2D and Russel went on a journey to another kingdom, and a little soldiers child named Noodle had hidden herself on one of their carts.

They were too far from the kingdom to bring her back when they finally discovered her, so they kind of just adopted her. Russel took to her quickly.

She turned out to be a hyperactive ball of happiness and Murdoc was getting a bit annoyed.

When they finally arrived in the new kingdom 2D ended up making some money by singing for the people and Murdoc turned out to be a splendid painter. Russel got a job protecting some rich, snobby man that had a big mansion.

They got a little house on a hill just outside of town and they lived there comfortably, and now our story continues!

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2D POV

"Hey D? Mudz want ta talk to you." Russel yelled from the kitchen.

Over time Murdoc had accepted that people used his actual name instead of 'sir' now that he wasn't a king anymore, and he was now slowly adjusting to the 'peasant lifestyle', as he called it.

"Sure, where is he?" I asked Russel. "He's in the garden, near the roses." Russel yelled back.

I put on my shoes and headed outside, expecting Murdoc to be painting or something. He was not painting, however, instead he was standing in front of the roses and seemed very nervous, shuffling with his feet.

"Hey..." I asked hesitantly. His eyes immediatly met with mine and he smiled warmly at me, beckoning for me to come closer. I did and he put his arm around my waist, pulling me close to him.

I leaned into him, since I was now used to this. He'd done it so many times before.

"I got somethin' for ya." Murdoc said, letting go of my waist and kneeling down in front of me.

"Stu..." He hesitated. "Will you... marry me?" He finished his sentence.

I was shocked for a moment, but then the biggest smile in the whole world spread across my face.

"Yes! Yes, a hundred times yes!" I said, pulling him in for a tight hug.

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