Static Between Us - 2-D x Reader

Chapter 5 - A Bit of Suzuki

Kong Studios was strangely alive tonight.

Not with haunting moans or flickering hallway lights — though those were always present — but with something sharper. Excitement. Creative tension. And the low, repeated sound of the same bass line over and over again.

From the recording booth, 2-D stood hunched over a synth, bobbing slightly, tongue poking out in concentration. His fingers pressed the keys slowly, deliberately.

"That's the one," he muttered to himself, tapping out the next few notes, eyes narrowed behind the black of his sockets. "Left hand... like that. Yeah..."

You sat on a battered couch nearby, cradling a warm mug of whatever Murdoc insisted was tea. 2-D had been working for over an hour on this track — one Noodle said she wanted to try something new with. She hadn't explained much. Just left the room earlier with a mysterious "I'll be back."

The door creaked open again, and like on cue, Noodle stepped in — a violin case slung casually in one hand, her expression unreadable as always.

2-D glanced up. "Oi! You brought it!"

Noodle nodded and cracked the case open, revealing a beautifully aged violin with worn strings. She held it like it was part of her.

You raised a brow. "Did you seriously just go and grab a whole violin for a Gorillaz track?"

She grinned. "Why not?"

2-D looked from Noodle to you, visibly buzzing. "She said she had this mad idea. Like — contrast the bass with somethin' proper elegant. Real classy, innit? I think it's brilliant."

He gestured wildly at the Y/N. "Tell 'er! Tell 'er it's brilliant!"

"It's brilliant," you repeated with a smirk, sipping from the chipped mug.

Just as Noodle raised the bow to play a note, a loud voice echoed down the hallway.

"Oi! Y/N! Got a minute?"

Murdoc. Of course.

You sighed.

2-D groaned, already recognizing the tone. "He doesn't need help, y'know."

You stood reluctantly, and Noodle gave you a look that said good luck.

Sure enough, Murdoc was leaning half-casually against the wall, arms crossed, wearing a smug grin. "Thought you might wanna help me sort some...uh...mixing levels in Studio B. Big stuff."

You squinted. "Murdoc, you literally kicked me out of Studio B yesterday for breathing too loud."

He clicked his tongue and leaned in. "Yeah, well, maybe I need your vibe now. You're full of it tonight."

You blinked. "My...vibe?"

Behind you, 2-D peeked out into the hallway, his head low and curious.

"She's workin' on this one with us, mate," 2-D called. "We're nearly gettin' it."

Murdoc scowled lightly but kept his grin. "Just borrowing her for a sec. Don't get your knickers twisted."

You hesitated.

Then Noodle's violin sliced the air, the note rich and strange — like it didn't belong here but needed to.

2-D turned his head toward the sound, and his entire posture softened, entranced.

"...Course y'do," he murmured to himself.