#so does 2d

(Well, I dunno what to say. I switched the pronouns and there’s an easter egg, but I feel like it’s lacking a little. So, please, please, please tell me if you want it rewritten or a different thing entirely written. I’m very sorry if it’s not what you hope for! I really like angsty Murdoc stuff. If I have to deal with bad mental health, so does he. I think there’s a lot of potential with his character, and I really like showing off his weak side or force him to try to change.)

46. She makes her happy. That’s something you can’t do.

A scream followed by a loud thud ripped through the air. Murdoc’s door swung open, hinges screeching. Murdoc, flushed and seeing red, stormed through the hallway and down the stairs.

Murdoc kept yelling unintelligible nonsense as he knocked pictures off the walls and kicked lamps over. 2D had found a boyfriend, Archie Sutton. He was a green haired bad boy with a heart of gold. They’d met backstage one night and 2D decided a one night stand was in order. However, when morning came and Archie wasn’t gone and already making plans for breakfast together, he’d found that he’d hit the jackpot. Even though the two of them were the closest to a perfect couple as can be, Murdoc was pissed. He couldn’t express his self doubt and jealousy, so instead he was lashing out. Things like slamming the door in Archie’s face and dogging 2D about his new boyfriend were now common, almost everyday occurrences.

“Murdoc, man, you need to stop doing this shit,” Russel said calmly. He stood behind the angry bassist, righting a lamp that’d been knocked to the floor.

Murdoc twisted himself around before unleashing on him, screaming, “Where is he? I know he’s with that guy!”

“Who are you talking about?”

“Do you have worms for brains? 2D! Where is he?”

“That guy is a load of rubbish! He’s going to derail our music writing process, just watch! 2D never know what’s good for him. That’s why he picked a guy with a green mohawk to go steady with!” he continued.

“Archie is a good guy. I like him. And so does 2D,” Russel shrugged, not letting Murdoc’s tone get to him.

“Well, I don’t!”

“He makes him happy. That’s something you can’t do. Something you never tried to do.”

“But I made him a star! I gave him this glamorous lifestyle! I’m the reason he even met Archie!” Murdoc exploded, trying to explain that he felt cheated. That for all their shared animosity, he still expected 2D to favour him above all else.

But Russel wasn’t having any of that. His closest friend was finally living life to the fullest. He was watching his buddy fall in love with someone who didn’t raise more things than his voice when angry. Russel wasn’t about to let Murdoc get in the middle of that.

“You do one thing to break them up, and I will fuck your ass up,” he crossed his arms. Murdoc seemed to shrink a little at the threat.

The air felt heavy and thick. The usually irate man was frozen in time, replaying mistake after mistake without stopping. 2D, standing bloody and dazed after the second crash flooded his mind. Then that night with Paula Cracker. He was getting lost in his horrific blunders. Remember the first time you hit 2D? And the look his parents gave me the first time I called him “faceache.” The time I almost choked 2D to death. The funeral. The messy goodbye. The chloroform. Plastic Beach. Car chase. Plastic Beach. Punch. Plastic Beach. Whale. Plastic Beach. Boogeyman. Plastic Beach. Gunfight. Plastic Beach. Missing. Plastic Beach. Humanz falling flat. Plastic Beach. That look on his face. Why can’t I stop thinking about Plastic Beach? I can’t get that image out of my head!

Russel shook his head, “I don’t know what’s going on in that head of yours Mudz, but I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.”

Murdoc looked away. He didn’t have the words to communicate what he wanted and needed to say. Asking for help or admitting mistakes are out of the question. All he could hope for is that someone out there could understand. Understand the things he can’t. All the ruts he’s been stuck in, all the pain he’s caused, and how much pain he really is in.

He swallowed and said in a low and quiet voice, “I guess you think I’m flawed then, huh?”

Russ sighed. “You still can’t admit that you’re wrong.”

Russel walked away, leaving Murdoc alone with himself. He wanted to reach out and pull his friend back. Russ was the last person who still tried to reason with him, and it looked like he just gave up. But all he could do was stare, an almost angry look screwed on his face, and barely whispering the hardest thing he’d said to date.