After another night of blissful sex, Murdoc sat before his finished breakfast. His earphones on with the volume high enough to tune out the world. "Murdoc Is God", a piece he's so very proud of, boomed in his ears. His head was pointed down, bobbing to the rhythmic beat. He smirked upon hearing the angelic voice in the chorus calling out his name. He closed his eyes, taking in the song's every detail.
Suddenly, he felt big hands hold the sides of his head. He opened his eyes as his head was pulled to point upward. Before he could react, a gentle kiss was planted on his lips. After a moment, lips were parted and white hands took a hold of Murdoc's earphones and pulled them off.

"G'morning Muds." The bluenette softly greeted.

"Mornin'." He smirked in greeting back.

2D sat down beside him, "So, wot're yew up ta?"

"Juuust listening to our masterpieces."

"Hmmm let me guess. Either Double Bass, White Light, or Murdoc Is God, right?"

He adjusted himself in his seat, "Heh, yew know me so well. And I shite yew not, I've listened to all ov those in that order."

"Wot can I say? We've known each ovfer fer years now."

"And how grateful I am fer those years."

The singer looked away, flushed. "Yew an' yer words."

Murdoc playfully shrugged and put one of the earphones back in.
As 2D took some pancakes from the plate, Murdoc noticed scratches on his arm.

"Oi, luv, wot happened there?" He pointed at his forearm which sported four scratches.

The bluenette examined the cuts, "Oh, dat wos from last night. Yew were enjoying yerself too much."

"Well, thats wot yew get fer being my bottom bitch."

"Wonderful", He took a mouthful of pancake to his mouth.

After a few moments of silence, Murdoc then abruptly sighed.
"I think I'm ready"

"Ready fer wot?" 2D said through a mouthful of pancake.

"To tell 'em."

He swallowed his food, bits of pancake still around his mouth. "Really...And how do we plan on doin' dat?"

"I've got et covered." He answered reassuringly and wiped off the bits of pancake from 2D's face with his thumb.

/MEANWHILE/

"Whats that, Noods?"

Russel asked as Noodle held a plastic container filled with questionable green objects from the fridge.
She opened it up and held it close to Russel's face, his nose scrunched up in distaste as soon as he smelled the bitterness.

"Ah, this is...Uh...Mo...Momo...Momo Cha something...Well, my foreigner friend calls it Ampalaya." The guitarist closes the container, feeling sympathy for having the drummer to smell that.

"Ampalaya, huh? So, uh, what're you doin' with it?"

"She just gave it to me, saying it's possibly the bitterest vegetable in the world. I was saving it for pranks."

He scratched his bald head. "Heh, and who're you planning on pranking?"

"Well, since you already know, that just leaves two sorry saps."

Russel mischievously grinned, "I like the way you think, baby girl. I want in."

Noodle smirked just as mischievously as he, "Sure."

He eagerly came closer to her,
"So what's the plan?"

/SOME TIME LATER/

After plotting several "bitter" pranks, they head out of the kitchen to find their victims. They walked around the hallways, looking through the closed doors.
Abruptly, they heard a continuous sound behind the door of the living room.
Curious, Russel slightly opened it, finding the television open. Explains the noise... He swung the door more and found their victims napping on the couch. Their eyes widened at the sight.
2D's head was on Murdoc's left leg and Murdoc's left hand was on 2D's waist. It struck the pranksters how suggestively they're sleeping.

"Well look at these two." Russel quietly said.

"Do best mates sleep on each other like that?" Noodle asked, smirking.

"I don't think so, baby girl." He too smirked, crossing his arms.

"Can I take a picture? They look so cute!"

"Shhh, quiet down Noods."

"Sorry"

They froze as they saw 2D shuffle. The dozing bluenette unconsciously hugged the Satanist's leg. Noodle brought a hand to her mouth, resisting the urge to squeal on how adorable they look.

"Kawai..." She muttered.

"Heh, come on, we can do this later."

He conveyed as he guided the widely grinning guitarist out of the door, smiling at the sight of the dozing two before closing the door.

/SOME TIME LATER/

"Huh?"

Murdoc questioned as he found himself in an unfamiliar place. The place was all white, with complex decor he cannot comprehend.

"The fuck…?"

The Satanist glanced around and found that he was standing in front of people in rows, noticing some familiar faces. His gaze ultimately then went to the center, where an all-too-familiar slender figure emerged from the crowd.

"Stu?"

The blooming bluenette approached Murdoc, looking absolutely stunning. He smiled, taking Muds' hands into his own. A man clad in white stood between them, speaking of hazy words that he couldn't really register in his confused mind.

"Muhdoc..."

2D leaned his face closer to his.
What...is this?
His mind went blank.
What's going on...?
Their lips were about to touch...

"Muds"

"Wo-?"

"Muds!"

He slowly opened his eyes, having to feel someone's touch and hear someone's voice.

"Muhdoc!"

He woke up to find 2D shaking his leg and calling his name.

"Agh...Don't get yer knickers in a twist...I'm awake" The bassist muttered, letting himself adjust to the sudden wake up call.

"Yew okay?" His singer asked, slightly worried.

He raised his eyebrow. "Why do yew ask?"

"Yew were frantically talkin' in yer sleep. Yew dun do dat unless yer having a really vivid dream. Were yew havin' a nightmare?"

"Wait, I...I wos?"

"Yeah, yew woke me up. I fink yew were sayin' "Mirage" or some shite."

He rubbed his temples and groaned. "Ugh, I'm not sure wot the fuck was that..."

"Yew want some water?"

He sighed, "Yeah."

As 2D stood up and headed towards the kitchen, Murdoc buried his face in his hands.
This wasn't the first time he had a dream like that. They weren't nightmares, but it sort of made him nervous, scared even. It was unsettling for him, that's for sure.
The singer returned shortly with a glass of water.

"Here yew are" He handed the glass over to his bemused boyfriend.

"Thanks" He gratified before slowly drinking the cold water.

"So, apparently we slept from watching dat drama series..."

"PFFFFFFT!" Murdoc suddenly spat out the water.

"Muds?! Wots wrong?" He patted his back as the bassist cough.

"It tastes like shite!" He sets the glass down.

"Huh?"

"Stuart, where'd yew get this?"

"From a pitcha in da fridge."

"Yew sure et was clean?"

"Et looked clean, I fink et had lime slices"

Murdoc stood up and went to the kitchen with 2D following behind.
He opened the refrigerator to find a pitcher of water. He took it out and examined it.

"Luv?"

"Yeah?"

"These aren't lime slices."

"Oh."

2D took out one of the mysterious green objects in the pitcher, "The fuck are these?"

"I don't know. I wonder who'd even..."

They looked at each other, simultaneously thinking of the same thought.
"Noods."

Murdoc shifted his face in disgust. Whatever he drank, it was really bitter. 2D took the pitcher from Murdoc and set it down beside the sink, unsure if he was gonna dump it out or not.

"Luv, 'm gonna go out."

The singer turned to face him and slightly tilted his head, "Where yew goin'?

He put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, "Gonna get somethin' to get rid of this shitty taste in my mouth. Wanna come?"

"Nah, I'm too lazy ta'." 2D said, shaking his head lightly.

Murdoc smirked a bit, "Heh, Yew an' yer soddin' laziness, I swear. Fine then, see yew later."

"Bye-bye!" The bluenette smiled and waved.

After the two Brits greeted each other goodbye, the Satanist left the kitchen and made his way towards the front doors, unable to ignore the bitterness in his mouth that still hadn't faded. God forbid the taste should cease.
He stopped in his tracks when he saw the drummer about to leave through the same set of doors.

"Oi Russ," he called out as he walked closer.

"Oh hey, Muds," Russel said after turning around before he could open the door.

"Where yew off to?" he noticed he wasn't going with Noodle this time. It was rare to see that, because they always seemed to go out together recently.

"Plannin' to buy y'all some burgers and fries, me and Noods were getting' hungry and we don't wanna cook lunch today."

"Hey, how fucking convenient. I'll come with ya." Murdoc replied cheerfully, patting Russel's shoulder.

The percussionist furrowed his eyebrows then raised his left brow, "Uh...Okay"

Murdoc grabbed his jacket from the coat rack, knowing too damn well how cold it is in Essex these days. Russel was satisfied with his long-sleeved polo shirt alone, his skin thick enough to act as his own jacket already.
They exited the building, feeling the cold breeze as soon as they took the first step out. What a literal cool dump they live in. They walked their way down the hill, examining the area. Something caught the bassist's attention.

"Hey..." Murdoc uttered as he saw a zombie, Sasha, walking alone on the far side of the hill.

Russel noticed Murdoc staring, and looked in the same direction, "Hm. You don't think Paula will come and murder us in our sleep when she finds out we technically killed her cousin?"

"Naaah, I don't think so, mate. By wot I've heard from D, she doesn't give two shites for the bitch," he said unemotionally.

The American turned his head both ways, seeming to look for something, "Wonder where's her little zombie boyfriend, Kevin."

"Probably dumped her sorry dead ass. Maybe she's undesirable even undead." Murdoc smirked.

They arrived at the gates of Kong, having a bit of trouble opening it. It had gotten pretty rusty. They went on further, not bothering to call a cab when the fast food joint was only a ten minute walk away.

"So I forgot to ask, why'd you come with me, exactly?" Russel asked out of the blue.

"Well, I drank some shite-flavored water. Et was bitter as fuck. I think I can still taste e- Oi! Wot're yew laughin' on about, fat-ass?"

Russel cackled at the hear of one his and Noodle's prank unfold. "Hah, didn't know you'd actually drink it, man! We was expecting D to do it, but this is way better"

"Yew...Agh! Fuck yew, yew tub of lard!" He punched the drummer in the arm quite hard.

"A-ow, sorry man, me and Noods couldn't help it." He held his possibly-bruised arm, still grinning.

"Course et was yew two..." He muttered, irritated. "Wot the fuck were they anyway? Those green shites?"

"Some weird vegetable Noods got from some foreign friend of hers." Russel said, still chuckling.

"Satan, et's terrible. If I die tomorrah, et's gonna be yer fault."

"And Noods'. Ah, but don't be so goddamn overly-dramatic about it, Muds."

"Fuck yew."

"Okay, lets' just buy the food, grumpy-ass"

Murdoc plainly grunted in response. The drummer shrugged it off and let his stubborn ass alone for now.

'To think, I'd be revealin' I'm a poof fer Stuart ta these sods… Un-fucking-believable.' The band leader thought to himself.