I'm happy to be back to writing for you all! My writer's block was really kickin my arse lol I hope you all still like the story

-Murdoc's POV-

A barbaric yawp escaped my mouth within the mask which muffled my sound. I start to breathe heavy, panicking as my fingers scrape at the mask's straps. My heart races and my hands shake as I struggle to pull it off. It seemed to stick to my face and the harder I tried, the more it felt like I had hot tar oozing out of my pores. Another yell of rage bursts from my lungs as I pull as hard as I can at the long nose of the leather mask, mustering all the strength I had to wrench the damn thing off! No dice... the straps tightened around my head and neck, I felt like I was suffocating. Eventually I gave up and collapsed on the styrofoam in defeat, an angry sob rattled my thin frame.

Night fell rather quickly before I made myself get back up. I had to admit the sunset was beautiful and out here there were no city lights, so the starry sky looked... emaculate. I guess that's as good a word as any. I stand there for a moment, looking around at all the garbage. I sigh, fogging up my red lenses for a moment, and begin to walk around the "beach". The lift remained in the center of the island and the swaying bulb was the only source of light; besides the stars and moon. There was a lot of interesting stuff lying around, things I was surprised that people could just throw away. Oh well, another man's trash is another man's treasure. I came to an abrupt halt when I tripped over a pile of bright pink paint cans in the styrofoam. I groaned and laid there on the cans, my now bony body aching from the sudden fall onto blunt metal. I forced myself up and looked at the paint, and a thought crossed my mind. The beach was so boring, why not make it a bit more interesting?

So, I began painting the whole island this bright shade of pink... It'll look amazing when the sun sets and rises. I smile crept across my face and I embraced the silence around me as I worked. Over the years I fixed the island up and built upon it. I worked, and worked, and worked 'til my bones ached and my skeletal body begged for me to stop, but I wouldn't. After just a year and a half I had lost my mind to the heat and the silence, my only friends being: a smart-aleck seagull, an idiotic pelican, and a sweet old sea cow who I kept with me for great company. 3 years... 3 god forsaken years went by before I had caught ear of MY band starting a new album. That snapped me back to some reality and I began my journey back to society. I wanted to track down 2D first, make sure he was okay after all of these years.

I searched and searched for my blue-haired, black-eyed God, but with no luck. Eventually I caught wind of where he was living; in a flat in Beirut trying to complete a law degree. I was impressed that he was interested in that kind of thing. I searched around Beirut and when I had found him... He ran away from me in fright. I was left with no other options... Than to gas him and take him back to my Plastic Beach...