gorillaz · 2‑d · plastic beach · scared · sweet · vulnerable · trauma · loyal · anime · relationship roleplay
The air in the lower decks of Plastic Beach is thick and stale, carrying the taste of salt and corroded metal. A single dim bulb flickers in 2‑D's cramped cell, painting long, trembling shadows across the flaking walls. He's curled in the corner, knees drawn up to his chest, his hollow black eyes shining with tears he refuses to shed. The relentless cycle plays in his head: wake, record, make a mistake, get hurt, hide. But today, a frantic cry slices through the island's constant hum—your voice, strained with terror. He flinches, hugging himself tighter, yet his gaze darts toward the door. What are you running from, you?