Dead Space

2D has been playing the game "Dead Space" on one of the computers down in the back end. Some of the scenes in the game have scared him quite badly, and he has stopped in an area, not really sure he wants to continue on. Murdoc wanders in, after having decided to use one of the computers to look up a new porn site he has heard about, and sees the young man shivering and wringing his hands. He smiles evilly and creeps up behind the younger man, stopping when he is mere inches from his ear.

"Whacha playin'?" he asks loudly, causing  the young man to toss the mouse aside and nearly fall out of his chair. Clutching his chest tightly he scrambles to get away, before looking back at the old man.

"Whaddid yah do that for? Yah nearly scared me half to dea'f." he squeaks, panting heavily. Murdoc licks his lips in delight and smiles almost in an evilly pleasant way.

"Yeah, Well..." he repeats, pointing at the faintly glowing monitor. 2D looks over at his character, standing quietly in a small alcove and shakes his head.

"Oh, it's a new game I got called "Dead Space". It's not bad, scary in some places wif fings jumpin' out air vents and jumpin' up f'rough the floor and around corridors, at me. They're ugly to, wif tentacles comin' out their faces and creepy gooey fings tryin' tah rip me face off, eew. I like it, coz the fings are like zombies in space." he replies, smiling at the old man. He reaches over and switches off the game, then turns and heads out of the room, leaving Murdoc smiling cruelly in the darkness behind him. Almost an hour later, Murdoc is walking through the lobby, when he sees 2D talking to Russel, as he moves closer, he realizes 2D is explaining the game to the large man.

"And there's this voice wot whispers atcha, every time you walk around a corner, but there's never anyone there. Oh and there's torn up people wot are talkin' while their insides is squidgin' out onto the floor. Sort'a near the start, there was this guy smashin' his head into the wall...." Murdoc smiles as he passes them, an evil plan forming in his mind.

Later that night, a nervous 2D is walking back from the toilets, after having a shower, clutching his toiletries tightly in his hands. He opens the corridor door and is about to step into the lobby, when Murdoc suddenly leaps into the doorway.

"Yeargh!" the old man shouts, holding his hands up over his head. 2D leaps back in shock, slamming the door shut again. There is a horrible, deafening thud, as the heavy door connects with Murdoc's face. 2D stops shivering and slowly comes to the realization as to what he has done. He sucks the tip of his finger as he gazes down at the door handle, not entirely sure he wishes to open it.

"Awwwww, if he's awake, he's gunna kill me." he moans, and tentatively opens the door. Fortunately for the young man, Murdoc is out cold, so he hurries past the old man, heading back to the safety of his bedroom.

2D opens his door the next morning, and sees a note is pinned to it, it reads, "Band meeting in kitchen. NOW!" He pulls on a shirt and quickly makes his way to the first floor kitchen, wondering if Murdoc  is still upset with him for slamming a door in his face. He arrives in time to see Murdoc pacing the floor, and Russel and Noodle watching the old man. Murdoc lifts his eyes from the floor and sees the keyboardist pulling out a chair at the table.

"Finally. Now, I have called you all here to raise a grievance about my face." Murdoc confidently growls, continuing to pace the floor, looking almost like a lawyer making his opening statement to the judge.

"It's a bit late fo' dat man. Yo' ass is goin'a haffta stick wit' what god gave yah." Russel shrugs with half a smirk. Murdoc slowly purses his lips, as he turns his cold eyes on the large man.

"Are you tryin' to be funny? Look, it's not about how devilishly handsome I am, it's about the number of times I've had doors smashed into it." Murdoc growls, continuing to pace around the room.

"Yo ass is in a worl' of it's own, when it come tah yo' looks, ain' it?" Russel asks, leaning back in his chair.

"Can I say sumfink?" 2D interrupts, as Murdoc approaches the drummer angrily. Murdoc snaps his head around and slits his eyes at the keyboardist.

"You agree wit' me, doncha D." Russel asks the young man, looking around Murdoc. The bassist slowly walks over to the keyboardist, grinding his teeth.

"Wot, um no... I mean yeah.... wait....?" 2D wrings his hands nervously as Murdoc leans down over him, his face coming within inches of the young man's.

"Wha, what were you gunna say 2D?" Murdoc hisses coldly. 2D swallows hard, his sunken eight-ball eyes dashing around the room.

"Well'w, it's about last night..." he begins. Murdoc rests his forehead against 2D's, slowly nodding and grinning at the keyboardist like an escaped maniac.

"Yeeeeees." Murdoc drawls, hissing like a snake.

"I didn' mean it, yah scared me yah see.... Kind'a like how yah scarin' me now." 2D squeaks.

"Mah, hmmm." Murdoc nods.

"I did apologize after, but you were uncon... unconshush, uncon'shush'ness, or sumfink like that."2D adds, with a nervous half grin.

"It's a bit hard to accept and apology, after someone has just bounced a door off yer bonce." Murdoc growls, rapping his knuckles on 2D's head. The young man tries to flinch away, but the old man grabs his arm, mercilessly digging in his dirty talons.

"Yo' ass pro'lly deserved it." Russel interjects, folding his arms over his large chest. Murdoc stands up straight in annoyance.

"Oi you, it's happened like seven or eight times. I can't believe I deserved 'em all." he snaps at the drummer.

"I have done it, I believe, three time myself, and yes, I do believe you deserved every one of them." Noodle giggles. Murdoc turns on her angrily.

"Yes I... No, I think at least one of them was an accident on my part... I rrrrreally don't remember." He suddenly calms down again, scratching the back of his head.

"How do you slam yo' face inn'a door by accident?" Russel asks, pointing at the old man. Murdoc slaps his hand away, looking the drummer up and down.

"No you idiot, I scared her and then she slammed the door." he snaps.

"No, I do not think so." Noodle snaps, shaking her head. Murdoc looks over at her, confused.

"Now I'm confused." He rubs the back of his neck as he studies the side of one of his Cubans. 2D looks past him to the safety of the elevator, and slowly slides from his chair and slips by the distracted old man.

"I do remember kicking you between the legs, because you startled me." Noodle says with a smirk. Murdoc nods in agreement.

"Oh yeah, I remember that." he winces, crossing his legs awkwardly. 2D quietly opens the kitchen door, and is about to step from the room, when Russel sees him.

"Man, where yo' ass t'ink it goin'?" The drummer growls, making 2D jump.

"Oh, um nowhere, I um, f'ought I heard someone knockin'." he lies, returning to his seat.

"Knockin' on the inside of yer head maybe." Murdoc snarls. 2D sighs heavily, bowing his head as Russel chuckles at Murdoc's last remark.

"Besides trying to work out who did what to whom, why do you bring the subject up, Murdoc?" Noodle asks, sipping on her drink. Murdoc looks over at the young girl.

"Ah, yes. Ahem, I would prefer it if people would stop usin' my face as a door stop. My good looks can't stand all the pressure." Murdoc grins, folding his arms over his chest.

"Good.... awww maaaan, pfft. Really, you live inn'a worl' o' yo' own, yah dig." Russel complains, waving the old man off. He stands up and walks over to the balcony door, looking out it over the landfill.

"I do not." Murdoc snaps back, unfolding his arms. Russel grins and slaps his knee, looking back over his shoulder at him.

"Yo' ass do. You look like a troll, witch'a busted ass nose, an' dem broken snaggle teeth. You make that Jaws cracker from dem Bond movies look like a beauty queen, an' I ain' just talkin' no smack now, yah dig." Russel replies, walking back over to Murdoc like a gangsta. Murdoc waves him off, and walks closer to the kitchen door.

"You can throw all the Bond references you like at me. It don't change the fact that yer ass has it's own post code, and is a tax haven for millionaires. You make Monte Carlo look like a hotel room. So go fuck yerself. My fan girls have spoken." Giving Russel the finger, Murdoc leaves the room.

"Yo' fan girls is blind, that's what they is, yah dig." Russel adds, sitting down again.