Thank You @heyadaisyy, for creating this fun commissioned drawing of the Gorillaz for my story "Holiday In Hell". :)
It was the crack of dawn and Murdoc had been driving all night, impatient to get to their destination.
Apart from a few pit stops (they refused to use his “perfectly good” toilet), and a near deadly collision, overall he was feeling quite happy with himself.
He’d got them this far without even breaking a mental sweat trying to convince them to come along.
Granted, this ‘holiday’ ruse was a stroke of genius, but it never ceased to amaze him that even after all the stunts he pulled, the three hadn’t caught on to his methods and once again agreed to go along with his plans quite willingly.
In his opinion, they all secretly must have some death wish, because one of these days that’s exactly where he would lead them.
That is if this time wouldn’t be it.
For now, though, he needed to figure out what to say next when they arrived. Where he was taking them was going to need a bit of explaining.
He took a long drag of what was...what was his 17th cigarette?
~Why not tell them the truth? ~ the Voice rudely cut into his thoughts.
It had been blissfully quiet, making the trip till this point pleasant enough.
“What?” he said out loud to it, forgetting the others were around and didn’t know about his newly acquired cling-on. “The truth is for sissies!”
“Oi! Did you say something?” 2D asked sleepily, while stretching out on the front passenger seat where he had slept uncomfortably during the night. He didn’t know what was worse, the smell or the stickiness of the chair.
God knows what was on it.
“No.” Murdoc growled, silently blaming the Voice for making him slip up. The last thing he needed was for the others to find out about it.
Coming up to the front looking as bright and irritatingly chipper as always, Noodle gave 2D a good morning smile then turned her attention to Murdoc.
“Are we there yet?” she asked with that mixture of excitement and impatience, making him give her a nasty glare.
“No!” he said gritted teeth.
“Hey, you got any doughnuts and coffee in this heap?” Russel chimed in from where he sat at the Winnebago’s ‘dining area’. It seemed they were taking turns to annoy him.
“Can I bum a cigarette from you?” 2D dared to ask and Murdoc looked toward him to see the undeserving idiot was wistfully eyeing his pack of cigarettes on the floor between them.
He snatched the pack up as 2D was bending for it.
“NO! Don’t make me stop this wagon and…”
~You sound just like your ‘ol daddy dearest. ~ the Voice remarked teasingly.
This made Murdoc suddenly remember ‘family’ trips with his dad and brother. Being reminded of those unfortunate times was like a splash of cold water in the face and he took a deep breath, forcing himself to relax.
He was halfway there with his con and he couldn’t lose his cool with them.
Read the whole story here:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/15597999/chapters/36214500