A/N I don't own either properties and I wrote this for fun :) Also I do realize that these places are in two separate countries ( and plastic beach at point nemo) but shh. Just enjoy. I'm sorry if I messed up portraying 2D's accent. I tried. Hopefully it's not too cringy for you guys.
Chapter 1: Point Of No Return
The Winchesters were driving down the highway pondering over their next case. Dean groaned, as this trip was going on much longer than he anticipated.
"Find anything Sam?" he momentarily glanced at his brother, only to catch Sam looking at his phone.
"I got something interesting that's for sure" Sam stated, scrolling through as he found an article that seemed promising.
CONDEMED MANSION CAUGHT ON FIRE. POLICE DISCOVERED TRACES OF HUMAN REMAINS SCATTERED ALONG THE PROPERTY, FURTHER DETAILS ARE UNDER INVESTIGATION.
"Well, what is it?" Dean grew inpatient, as traffic began to pile up, his brother still leaving him in suspense.
"So get this, an old mansion was burnt to the ground recently" Sam stated, his brother this time took in his words at face value, as traffic backed up so far its congestion was like a full course meal at Thanksgiving.
"So? What's so weird about that?" Dean cocked his head slightly, sure it was strange but not their usual amount of strange. A house burning down was nothing compared to their whole haunted house case way back when they went searching for their father.
"Body parts were found all over the place, and the previous owner of the property" Sam paused, scanning through to search for the right person, until a picture of Murdoc cropped up on his screen.
"Some guy named Murdoc Niccals claimed that neighborhood kids burned the place and received a massive amount of insurance money. Then disappeared off the face of the Earth" Sam looked to Dean to see his confused look.
It dawned on Dean as traffic dispersed. Something about this was definitely not right. But the real question is, what can it be?
"Sounds weird. How'd you find that out anyway?" Dean asked, unsure considering they were practically in between towns.
" I got wifi" Sam clearly responded.
Dean just stared back at him like 'what the hell?' Sam merely shrugged back, then pestered him about keeping his eyes on the road.
Of all the things they've had to deal with, they were in for one hell of a ride.
2D stared off into the distance, admiring the sea creatures that passed by the submarine's window. Until he felt a pounding feeling strike him, it had been Murdoc cursing at him for losing track. 2D wondered about how this moment had come to be. His eyes gone, well not quite, as he can still see. His good friend Russ had gone missing. The young girl he basically adopted as a sister had died along with his home. The deep ocean around him had held him captive, all those sea creatures swimming past his small window made him nervous to look.
Along with the cold dead eyes he had grown used to seeing that were a mockery of his deceased sister, corrupted by Murdoc. A squid squired its way out of the cyborgs mouth, 2D kept his distance from her, as she casually wiped away the water from her mouth as the squid exited her body.
His friend, band mate, abductor and abuser held a chain around his neck, holding him back from a having a life outside of the band.
2D thought back to his time in Beruit. Those late night walks along the town, the nice little cafes that didn't ask too many questions. The cool breeze as he sat by the patio, sipping a nice small cup of tea as he took a drag of a cigarette. That musky, familiar smell that calmed him down.
All he could smell know was the revulsive metallic tinge around him. That strong ocean smell seeding its way into the inner workings of the submarine. 2D looked out there, with his strained eyes and leftover hangover out to the vast abyss of the ocean, as Murdoc comanded from his captain's chair to the other collaberators that trailed just behind him off towards Plastic Beach.
His new home.
His new prison.
Sam and Dean busted down the door of the building resting upon plastic beach, to see a sickly looking man with green skin and a long tongue.
He had shaggy black hair and two different colored eyes. One Grey, the other red. Wearing a sailor's outfit, holstering a gun in his arms.
"Who the bloody hell are you two and how did you get onto my island?" the brothers froze as their gaze shifted to the sound of another gun cocking behind them.
It was a girl, but clearly not human. Decked out in clothes similar to someone from the army, with purple shaggy bangs covering its dark, soulless eyes.
It stood firmly in its position awaiting Murdoc's orders.
"Answer me you wankers" Murdoc cursed out, annoyed at the intruders.
"Smith and Smith FBI" Dean said as he presented his fake FBI badge to Murdoc, Sam took out his badge at the same time.
Murdoc lowered his gun, he nodded over to Cyborg Noodle she too lowered her gun. Murdoc grabbed hold of their badges to get a closer look. Murdoc grunted as he realized they were fake. Murdoc let them keep up their charade as he let them inside. Cyborg Noodle followed them inside from behind, she kept an eye out towards the passing ships in the distance. Cyborg Noodle cocked her gun again as she shut the door behind her.
Deep in the underground of Plastic Beach, 2D heard rumbling sounds coming from above. He began to quiver as the sounds grew louder. He heard footsteps, descending down and clanking against the metal steps that were just past his room. 2D retreated within himself, bundling up into a ball covering his ears and closing his eyes. *CRASH* the door to his room busted open.
As 2D peered out from his fingers, he saw two men emerge from the smoke. He pulled his mask over his face and remained in his spot.
The men approached him, guns in hand. 2D braced himself only to realize that one of the men had shifted behind the other.
"Dean..." the taller man spoke as he peered away from 2D's 'face'
"Relax Sam, it's just some mask, pfft coward" the shorter man replied, almost mocking.
Then, the shorter man reached out to try and pull away 2D's mask, but 2D held his grip. The last thing he would want is to leave himself more vulnerable.
Yet, his hands were weak and shaking at the touch that his grip easily loosened. Revealing his face to them. 2D looked at them, as confusion spread across their faces.
Only moments later, a splash of water hit his face.
2D blinked, then wiped off the water.
"Oi, what'd you do that for?" he called back at them, both men flinched and stepped further away.
They moved out of earshot and whispered their concerns, turning their backs on this strange man with azure blue hair and pitch black eyes.
" What the hell is that thing?" Sam asked Dean, as he turned back to see the strange man looking at them.
" I don't know. Clearly it's not a demon" Dean answered as he didn't even bother to turn to face him, he thought about his father's journal.
" But those eyes. It has to be a demon" Sam said, matter-of-factly.
" Then why didn't holy water work?" Dean retorted.
" Must be a powerful demon or some other variation" Sam said back.
" So, what do we do?" Dean said,
" Let's try a..." that had been the last words 2D heard until the sound of strange incantations filled the room.
The taller man had begun to chant, as the shorter one began to go around his room spilling salt everywhere to form a circle around him.
"Oi Face-ache! Get up here right this instant" A voice boomed from upstairs, 2D flinched, the strange man kept going.
He froze in utter terror, not only was he caught in some strange ritual about to be sacrificed, his abductor was calling for him.
" Have you gone deaf nob-head? Come to me when I call you." A voice echoed from the hall outside, as a figure walked into the room.
" Oh. It's you two. What in the blazes are you doing to Dents?" Murdoc stared at them as they continued the ritual all the way, yet their intended goal was not successful.
A sudden burst of laughter broke out as the two men turned towards the sound. It had been Murdoc of course, bent over practically wheezing with laughter.
"What's so funny?" Dean retorted, maybe he's the real demon he thought. Murdoc could hardly breath for a moment, until he finally managed to collect himself.
"You morons think Dents is a demon?" simply by saying that, he started to chuckle again.
"What is he then?" Sam called out. Looking between the two. Murdoc had a cross along his shirt and every time he bent over to laugh the necklace would dangle back and forth. It had been an upside down cross, meaning that he most likely is a satanist. Great, another freak Sam thought.
His attention turned to 2D, he looked utterly baffled and horrified at the same time. Like a kid pulling up his bed sheet covers to hide away from the monsters under his bed, yet unsure on which one he should be scared of, the one under his bed or the one hiding in his closet.
"He's an idiot that I helped make into a star. He's human of course. A dullard at that, I don't think he'd even be able to hurt a fly" he sauntered past them, revealing the robot girl stood behind him. He brushed past the salt circle and grabbed hold of 2D dragging him out and over to cyborg noodle. 2D cried out in pain, as Murdoc grabbed him by his shaggy blue hair.
"If he was a demon, I would stop calling 'em dents" Murdoc bluntly said.
Murdoc smirked at them, then turned to 2D to smack him across the back of his neck. 2D whimpered in pain, despite the fact that he towered over Murdoc and could easily use his height to some advantage. 2D had been too weak for his own good.
"Sod off you old goth" 2D snarked at him, Murdoc took off his shoe, and smacked 2D upside the head with it. 2D recoiled at the hit, he bitterly glared at Murdoc.
"Say that again, and you're on engine room duty faceache" Murdoc comanded him, 2D remained silent as he trudged into the hall.
Sam and Dean stood, obviously they were wrong about the blue haired guy, but a puzzle still remained about what happened to him Why are his eyes black? And who are you? until suddenly the door slammed shut and the two men remained trapped in 2D's room.
Days passed as the boys remained, practically captive on plastic beach, along with the others. They stayed in one of the spare rooms above the surface but unlike the motels they stayed in on a weekly basis, this was much worse. Murdoc agreed to them staying, however they needed to help him maintain the island and fetch supplies that came, under the supervision of Cyborg Noodle.
The boiler room had been the most troublesome part of the island, requiring continuous maintenance. But, the boys were able to avoid that for at least a little while, as a repair man took care of it. It didn't take long for them to realize how awful Murdoc really was. Especially, from how he treated 2D.
"Alright then face-ache, it's time to record" Murdoc instructed 2D, opening up his room with a silver key with Cyborg Noodle by his side. The Winchesters peered out to watch them, as the tall haired singer begrudgingly stepped out of his room and followed Murdoc to the recording area. 2D slouched, with bags under his eyes and a defeated look on his face. The Winchesters pitied him, this man had been kept here without any free will, forced to make music.
The one thing he loved, had now brought him misery. They followed close behind Murdoc and peeked into the room, observing 2D playing a few warm up notes on his melodica. Murdoc punched his arm, telling him to focus and get on with the vocal parts. Sam and Dean listened in awe to the sound of 2D singing, along with the synth style music accompanying his vocals.
/Up on melancholy hill there's a plastic tree/ Are you here with me/ Just looking out on the day/ Of another dream/
Not bad. Dean thought, usually he would listen to rock or alternative but this song seemed good in its own way. 2D heard something coming from outside the door, he turned to see Murdoc had been distracted and took this opportunity to shut it.
After dinner, the usual routine followed. Murdoc would leave to go man home base, the robot girl was ordered to keep watch along with guarding the lower floor and 2D was sent to his room and made to remain there until morning. The Winchesters were only told to 'bugger off' or to help the maintenance guy in the boiler room. However, this time Sam and Dean managed to 'convince' Murdoc to leave guard duty to them instead.
They trailed behind as 2D trudged down to his room. As they finally reached the door, Dean caught hold of it before 2D had a chance to close it.
"Wha're you doing?" he questioned, looking down at the shorter man holding the door and up at the taller man behind him.
"We want to talk to you about a few things, can we come in?" Dean asked, loosening his grip on the door. 2D nodded and let go of the door completely, making his way towards his bed. Sam shut the door behind him, as they went inside and pulled up a couple chairs beside 2D's bed.
"Wha' do you want to know?" 2D asked, pulling the curtain over his window which he had longed to do ever since he got to the island.
" Why are your eyes are black?" Sam inquired, glancing about 2D's appearance. He did look rather strange, his eyes stood out the most compared to his bright blue hair.
" I was hit by a car twice" 2D admitted, he palmed the back of his neck, no one had really asked him about it outside of a few interviewers. Sam and Dean were left speechless. They searched through local papers countless times to find cases, but they've never heard of anyone at any point in time, getting into two car accidents and ending up with hollowed out sockets like the man that sat before them.
" How did that happen?" Dean asked, still dumbfounded.
" Murdoc, he uh hit me with his car the first time" 2D responded, vaguely recalling the trauma he experienced that day.
" And the second time?" Sam asked, he too got invested in this story.
" Murdoc took me for a drive, and I crashed through the windshield" 2D drifted from his sentence a bit. Thinking back to then made his head hurt, it made him wish he kept painkillers down in his little prison cell-room. Murdoc kept them out his reach though, instead all he had were a pack of cigarettes.
" How in the hell" Dean thought about it, but it seemed to make sense considering the type of prick that Murdo really is.
"I used to work at this lil' music shop, Murdoc drove his car directly through the window so he could steal keyboards. At that moment, his tire drilled righ' into my left eye, after that I don't remember anyfing. Murdoc told me tha' I was into some coma. About 3 weeks after the first incident, Murdoc took me for a drive about this car park, spinning around in donuts. He crashed into one of those lil' parking cones and the impact of falling out of the car knocked out my right eye. I stood up and Murdoc approached me. He told me about how he was looking for band members for this group he wan'ed to start and he asked me to be the front man. At the time it seemed like a great idea but now I'm not too sure" 2D thought back to then, sometimes he wished he never met Murdoc to begin with.
He had a girlfriend, a job, family and friends that cared about him. He could have had a life with Paula if he never met Murdoc. But thinking of Paula just made him feel worse. He reached over to his nightstand and lit up a cigarette. He offered one to Sam, he turned it down but Dean wanted one.
"So, you're blind?" Dean said inbetween puffs, 2D sighed as he explained.
"Not really, I can see but everyfings sort of blurry. The doctors told me that I have a 8 ball fracture. which is odd, I don't even play pool" Sam and Dean chuckled lightly, then resumed their composure. Sam pulled out his phone and searched up what it meant.
"An 8 ball fracture is when a direct force strikes the retina and causes it to fill up with blood. Huh, so that's why they look black. Well, sort of red too" he got a little close to 2D to see it. 2D couldn't careless at that point and let him get a little closer.
"What about your hair?" Sam asked, he figured it was just hair dye but who honestly thinks that blue hair would suit you if it looks like you have no empty eyeball sockets instead of eyes.
" I fell out of tree as a kid and went bald, it grew back this way". Dean wiped his hand along his face, then stood up and walked towards the door. After a few minutes he motioned for Sam to talk to him in the hall, out of 2D's earshot. 2D kept smoking, as he eased on top of his bed. He pulled the curtain over his small window and turned away from it.
"I swear this island is full of a boatload of crazy. I mean, seriously? This is what we're dealing with? A Keith Richards wannabe that bought this literal hunk of garbage island to make an album, a robotic 9 year old and this poor son of a bitch. I'm just-I'm done with all this bullshit" Dean said in his agitated state, he really lost his patience at this point, which did not take long. He really hated this place since the beginning but didn't want the sickly looking middle-aged creep try anything on him.
"At least we don't have to deal with the Apocalypse" Sam suggested as an alternative to lighten the mood. Dean sighs, trying to collect himself after that spat.
" So, how do we get out of here?" Dean asked Sam, he was the brains of the operation, so it made sense for him to think of a plan. Dean could too, but his plan was more about guns blazing without thinking about the consequences and well, he didn't want his new ally to get caught in the crossfire.
"That's the thing, there is no way out. This whole building is heavily bonded with stainless steel. The only real way out is from the submarine that is guarded by...terminator" Sam explained, as he gestured to different parts of the interior that proved his point.
"Great. Now, what do we do?" Dean's anger seeped through again, he took another drag of his cigarette.
"Maybe he can help us." Sam suggested, opening the door to see 2D watching a zombie movie on his bed.
" You've got to be kidding me," Dean turned to Sam, together they walked back into 2D's room, shutting the door behind them.