Gorillaz: Because he came to me.

I knew I was doing something really, really bad. But I didn’t care. Why should I? I was, after all, just a cyborg, made from a beloved girl. My place in this world was none than just doing this, malfunction all the time.
But, right now, in this moment, watching what I did… Makes me feel I really did something wrong. Her memories running in my head, telling me how wrong is this, what enormous sin I just made.
There I was, standing; gun in hand just in case Murdoc came back. Niccals, my master, my creator, and now, the real enemy who was trying to destroy me. But that didn’t bother me. Not now. Not back then.
On the floor, on his side, with his head covered with part of his blue hair, was 2D. The stupid one, yet, the most caring of them all. I didn’t think I could get along with such a lower creature, and there I was, spending time with him, talking about why the sea has to have so many whales. And that was happiness.
Blood all over the floor, from his heart. A bullet I never wanted to fire, but I did. Because I was malfunctioning, because my system was going all crazy. I didn’t see he was in front of me, not an enemy, not Murdoc, him.
It’s amazing, yet terrifying, how a life can end this easily. Just with a bullet direct to one vital organ and it’s done. And there’s no way I can bring him back. If Murdoc saw this, he would be mad for sure. And still, I don’t care.
Because he wanted to be free. He was scared, and he came to me. He came here to ask me for help because he was too afraid, and I just shot him. Because I had an error, because the machine part took all over the human soul.
He was dead.
And it was my fault.
He was going to be a prisoner of Plastich Beach for the rest of the time, never able to leave the island because there was no life in him to do it.
I watched down at my hands, those guilty hands…
Wait…I was a copy from a beloved girl. I was created after she disappeared, after she got lost. He’s lost now too. I can do this, the last of his wishes. Because he came to me for help, and that’s what I have to do.
He’ll leave the island, and he’ll do it with me.
I star to work. I take his brain, still undamaged, and place in a container where it could be kept safe. All I need is there; it is Plastic Beach after all. Bit by bit, I build a new body for him, just like they did to me.
The last piece, the brain, is set in place. Connecting it with the rest of the body is tricky, but I manage to do it. He’s back.
His eyes open slowly, like trying to know what’s going on and why is the body so heavy. I look at him, into his eyes. He finds me….and smiles.
He just smiles. Maybe he doesn’t remember the shot, or maybe he’s just so numb right now he doesn’t really care. I don’t need anything else than this: his eyes, looking at me.
We are the same now. But because I killed him first.
That’s something that won’t let my mind. Shall I carry it until the end of my existence? Or maybe not. I wait for him to fully wake up, and take his hand, leading him to Murdoc’s room. He welcomes us with the usual: some yells, some curses, and then, an order for me. I nod, and leave the place, leaving 2D, the new cyborg 2D, inside.
But then I remember something. I did his mechanism like mine, and it’ll react with fear or anger. I hear my master yelling at him, and I hear 2D crying for help. But this time there’s no need to go an help him.
I hear a click. Then screams from my master. Then, a loud BANG!. Then someone falling onto the floor.
The door opens, and 2D, still shaking because he doesn’t understand what’s going on, only he just killed Murdoc with a gun coming out from his mouth.
I go near him, and hug him like real Noodle would have done…well, maybe not, she would yell and then tell him why he did that.
But I won’t. I hug him, and smile. I smile because I’m helping him. I smile because he’s hugging me back, shaking, but with the need to be with me.
I smile because he came to me.