A Pony on A Plastic Beach

by Ghostly Glow

Welcome To Plastic Beach

Plastic Beach was a rather lonely place.

Well, it was the farthest point from any other landmass in the world. One could and should suspect that it was pretty solitary.

Most people wouldn’t even consider living on the “island”. It was nothing more than a bunch of rubbish and debris packed tightly together and cemented together with god-knows-what. And painted pink, for some unthinkable reason. So not only was it as way out in nowhere as one could possibly get, but it also stank to high heaven and was unstable at best and unpredictable at worst.

But to one, it was his kingdom. To another, it was her home and duty.

But to one other, it was prison.

These three people, Murdoc, Cyborg, and 2D, were all that currently remained of the sensational band known as Gorillaz. Murdoc was here on his own free will. Cyborg had no free will; she was simply Murdoc’s slave and bodyguard.

And poor 2D had been knocked out, kidnapped, and was currently being forced to sing for Murdoc. Needless to say, he was not happy.

Especially with that…big fish….swimming past his room and staring at him every chance it got.

The lanky, blue-haired Brit was currently hiding under his covers, trying to keep the whale out of field of vision. He was, quite bluntly, absolutely terrified of whales.

Don’t laugh at him. If you ever got bit by one at SeaWorld, they’d scare you too.

2D was closing his pure-black eyes as tightly as he could, covering his ears with his hands. The whale was currently bellowing its vocal chords out. It was paid in food to scare this strange man, and by God, it’d do just that!

“Go away…” 2D whimpered in his cockney-laced, high-pitched voice. The whale took no heed and just sat there, staring at him. Monitoring his every move with the enormous, unblinking eye.

2D wasn’t coming out of his hiding place anytime soon.

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Cyborg was watching him on one of the surveillance cameras. She couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

Many people believed that Cyborg felt little to no emotion. They were wrong. She only appeared that way to her master and any newcomer. She knew she couldn’t show weakness. And feelings such as guilt or joy were dead giveaways of weakness.

But she still felt such emotions. And she had no problem showing them when she was alone…or with him. 2D was different. She knew that for a fact. He didn’t mind weakness; in fact, he embraced it. “Makes ya human, aftah all.” he’d tell her.

She smiled when she thought about it. Not her psychotic, “I’m-going-to-kill-you-and-turn-your-intestines-into-jump-rope” smile. Just your everyday, happy, relaxed smile.

If 2D was there, he’d comment on how much she looked like her human copy, Noodle. Cyborg had never met her twin, but she knew her boys were fond of her copy. She looked exactly like her; short, Japanese, choppy purple hair, trim and well built…but she wasn’t Noodle, of course. Her black eyes gave that away pretty quickly. Along with the gun in her mouth. And the bullet hole in her head.

She prodded at that hole nervously. She kept asking her master to patch it up, but he either forgot or didn’t care.

She sighed and turned away from the monitor to gaze at the other screens. No activity at the moment.

“Cyborg! Go charge yourself, bolt-bitch! I don’t need you breaking down on me again!”

The growly voice of her master rang out of the intercom. Murdoc wasn’t a nice man, and she knew that, but he made her. So, reluctantly, she didn’t retaliate when he called her names. He was under the impression that she had no will or soul. Perhaps that was why he was so rude to her. No, that wasn’t the case…2D obviously had a soul, and Murdoc still treated the singer like crap.

I’ve got battery left. She thought. I'll go visit 2D, then charge.

She marched down the hallway, making as much noise as possible to alert Murdoc that she was leaving her previously assigned post. She quickly entered the lift, hitting the button labeled “2D’s Room”. She hummed a cheerful little tune to herself tapping her foot a bit impatiently as the lift slowly creaked down. Finally, it grinded to a halt.

She entered his room calmly. She glared at the huge eye that was staring down at the singer’s shaking form, and it took the hint and left.

She strode over to her friend’s bed and shook him. “2D, it’s gone.”

Slowly, 2D peeked his head out from under his blankets and glanced back at the window. He sighed with relief when all he could see was ocean. “Fanks, Cy.” He said gratefully. “I thought it’d nevah leave.”

He sat up quickly. “So, waddya want? Did Murdoc send ya down here?”

“No.” she responded. “I have been dismissed, and am now currently bored.”

2D flashed her a gap-toothed grin. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“Actually,” she said with a small smile, “the cartoon with ponies is broadcasting. I have been doing some research to see what you find so fascinating on it. It has not helped much, so logic dictates for me to watch it myself.”

His grin grew bigger, if that was possible. “Great!” he chirped. “You’re gonna love it.” He quickly switched on the TV and started clicking through the channels.

Cyborg sat next to him and took the remote. “Allow me.” With a few button presses, she brought up the show. “Ooh, this isa good one! Twilight goes bonkers!” 2D stated.

Cyborg couldn’t help but perk up. Twilight was already her favorite pony. One, she was an intellectual who acted mostly upon logic. Not unlike Cyborg. Two, Twilight was devoted to her studies; much like Cyborg was devoted to serving her band. And three…well….

Twilight happened to share the same name as a certain guilty pleasure of hers.

As the show progressed, Cyborg could easily see why 2D was drawn to it. It had a certain childish charm to it, it was nice to look at, it had a few humorous moments, and while being well-written, it was also easy enough for the slightly mentally challenged man to follow. That probably wasn’t a worry for other fans, but 2D was a little slow. Not a lot, but enough to be fairly noticeable.

But towards the end of the show, she was paying more attention to her friend and less attention to the screen.

2D looked happy. Really, really happy. It was obvious to her that the singer was completely caught up in the uplifting cartoon, and was having a good laugh at Twilight’s expense. He usually wasn’t cheerful like this. That made her sad. Her friend was a very nice person, and he deserved to be happy. Unfortunately, most of the time he was scared or sad or hurt.

The show came to a close, and 2D turned toward her, beaming. “So, didja like it? Tha’s not the best episode, but it’s still a good one.”

“It was enjoyable. Personally, though, I don’t think anyone could’ve overreacted to something as trivial as a late assignment. But it is a cartoon, so you can’t really hold it against them.”

“Yeah…just a cartoon…” he mumbled, suddenly downhearted.

“Is something wrong? Have I offended you?” she asked, worry etched across her robotic face.

“Yeah, ‘M fine…I….I just wish they were real, ya know? That ponies weally existed in our world. They’re so cute an’ funny….I guess I’d just like to meet one.”

They were silent as Cyborg pondered what she had just heard. Ponies? Real? No. They did not exist.

It was a shame, but that was life. There were no magical ponies. End of story.

She glanced at the clock and realized with a jolt that she didn’t have much time left to recharge. She needed to leave now. She stood up to make her exit.

“It was nice to be with you, 2D, but I need to charge. But I do want to see this again.”

“Great! See ya later, then!”

“Yes. See you later.”

She left the room, tightly locking the door behind her. 2D was not allowed out of his room unless master ordered it. That was part of her hard-drive, a part she could not ignore. She went up the lift once more, and into the closet where she charged.

Comments

[Mat the Brawler]

Quick nitpick; 2D's eyes aren't blank, he has no eyes. (Don't ask me how he can still see)

[Dr_Tornado]

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Actually, he has something along the lines of 'eight-ball' which means that he can still se, it's just that it's very blurry.