Ever since that day 2d had more reasons to smile. He loved Murdoc but only realised it recently. He's felt something towards him from the very beginning, and although it was easy to hate Murdoc, 2d was one of the rare people who could see his good side.

He was the person who spent the most time with Murdoc, and although his behaviour was confusing, 2d soon learnt to understand it. He knew that Murdoc came from a rough background so he couldn't blame him for drinking or smoking, or even beating him up. Everyone deals with stress differently.

What made this all bearable for him were the little acts of kindness. Murdoc took care of 2d when he was comatose, and afterwards too. He was the only person who didn't judge him for his looks or made fun of his blue hair. He gave his boring life a meaning by allowing him to join his band.

2d sighed, he was lying down on his bed. He loved the songs Murdoc wrote, and he loved that they each had a different meaning. He loved how proud Murdoc looked whenever he sang a song perfectly.

Back in Kong, Murdoc wasn't always drunk, they would often play video games together or just hang out as a band. Although others couldn't see it, 2d knew that he really did care.

Everything was going good, and 2d even started developing a crush, but then the El Mañana incident fucked everything up. Noodle was dead. Russel disappeared. The band was over. 2d just couldn't stay, there was too many painful memories... so he left. He wanted to forget. Forget everything. He cursed himself for stupidly having a dream... the more you live your dream, the more painful it is to wake up.

Wake up.

2d woke up in a suitcase. A damn suitcase. He chuckled to himself, at the time he was terrified, but now he can't help but smile. It was the beginning of his new life, here, on plastic beach. He didn't realise how much he missed Murdoc until he was reunited with him.

But Murdoc changed. 2d knew that he blamed himself for the incident, and he guessed that making Cyborg Noodle was his sad attempt at an apology. The bassist wasn't as fun as he used to be, he was grumpier, but who could blame him?

So 2d made it his mission to make him feel better. He wanted to spend more time with him and show him that he shouldn't blame himself. This was harder than he thought. Murdoc preferred to be left alone, and soon Cyborg became an obstacle. 2d learned the routes in which she walked to patrol and was always able to sneak past her. Until one day...

2d was on his way to the kitchen, where Murdoc was, when he was tackled down. The body was cold, hard, and strong. His hands were pulled behind his back in the most painful way. The singer yelped in pain.

Murdoc heard this and continued to calmly sip his coffee. His plan to stop 2d from bothering him worked. He smiled to himself, but his smile faded when he heard it.

"C-Cyborg, p-please put the gun away!" 2d pleaded. Murdoc jumped up, spilling his coffee on the table, and run out into the corridor. He saw Cyborg on top of 2d with a gun pointed to his head.

"Cyborg put that gun away! Now!" He yelled. She looked up at him and did what she was told without breaking eye contact. 2d winced from the pain of her grasp. All of a sudden she lifted her metal fist and without hesitation punched 2d in the head, knocking him out cold.

Murdoc rushed to the scene and pushed the robot off of his singer. He checked his pulse, and sighed with relief when he found it. He clung onto the body then looked up at Cyborg.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! YOU COULD HAVE KILLED HIM!" She stayed silent. Murdoc carried 2d over to the sofa and placed him there. He then proceeded to work on Cyborg.

He reprogrammed her again, this time she was to protect both of them. He knew that this would mean that 2d would continue bothering him, but he preferred that over losing him. 2d was his last friend. He didn't want to lose another one because of a stupid mistake.

Murdoc stayed in the living room for the next few hours until 2d woke up.

2d was surprised to wake up on the sofa and with an ice pack on his head, he looked up, he could see the relief on Murdocs face. He really did care. He smiled and carefully sat up.

"Thanks... for saving me. I wonder what's gotten into her?"

"Dunno. It won't happen again." Murdoc promised.

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2d sighed. Murdoc was kind. He cared about him. If he didn't care he would have beaten me up instead of accepting my feelings. 2d thought to himself. He knew that Murdoc didn't feel anything towards him and was just using him, but he didn't care as long as they could be together.

2d reached his hand up and touched his neck. It hurt. Murdoc really liked showing his dominance in this relationship and he would do it by spontaneously biting into the singers neck and leaving hickeys. 2d loved the feeling, and they reminded him that he didn't dream this up.

The singer heard the distant elevator ding and turned his head to look at his door which soon swung open.

A little backstory. Or was this too complicated? I feel like it was rushed... what do you think?