It was a day like any other at the infamous Kong Studios... The sky was grey and dreary, permitting no one a glimpse of warm sunshine. The air was chilly and sliced through your body like a knife, racking your spine with uncontrollable shivers. The moans of the dead echoed, not only from the cemetery, but also from the bowels of the large, old mansion where ghosts and demons stalked the halls; and those who reside within. Inside it was a bit of a different story... The band that lived there went about their usual routines, trying to stay out of each other's way, and unaffected by the dreary weather just outside the door.
2D, the singer, was wrapped up in a blanket and sitting on the couch in the living room watching a zombie flick. He wasn't very bright, but he had a kind personality and one thing was for certain... He absolutely adored zombies. His thin, lanky body was curled up tight and his big, black orbs stayed focused on the screen; reflecting the scenes of gore and violence. Below the floor where he sat was little Noodle, the guitarist, in her room playing video games and enjoying the silence; which was rare. She was a sweet Japanese girl and at the moment she was very excited, because she had finished her first recording of DARE yesterday and felt very proud of her work. Now, the floor above 2D is where great big Russel, the drummer, was hard at work making mixed-up taxidermy animals and enjoying a box of chocolate chip cookies. He was sort of like the mom of the house, keeping everyone out of trouble and making sure things get done properly. His ghost friend, Del, helped too... But mostly just with music videos and songs. The last of the "family" was Murdoc Niccals, bassist and founder of Gorillaz... He usually kept to himself and away from the group unless there was band work to be done. He was currently in the car lot setting up candles and chalk designs for a spell.
"Just one more aaaand... Done!" The bassist gave himself a pat on the back and eagerly snatched up a book of spells he "borrowed" from a witch on one of their tours in America, "Finally I'm gonna be just as tall as Faceache. Then, everyone will love me just as much!"
He chuckles darkly as he flips through the pages and stops on the one he wanted. He skims through the words and tosses the book over his shoulder, positive that he could nail this with ease... Afterall, he was a Satanist; what could go wrong? He takes a deep breath and concentrates as he recites the spell; messing up some of the words but he didn't think that really mattered. The spirits will know wot I mean, He thinks smugly and steps forward into the pentagram drawn on the concrete. Before he could have time to react he was engulfed by a bright, white light and energy surged through his body. He bared his teeth to fight back a scream of pain as his muscles stretched and shrank, and his bones cracked. His skin was starting to feel tighter and that's when he started getting scared... Worrying he was outgrowing his own skin! The changes felt drastic and he reached his boiling point on pain; letting out a scream and wishing for it to all be over. A pulse of energy exploded through the house and caused a massive blackout.
"MURDOC!" Screamed the other band members in anger, but the bassist was unconscious and face down in the pavement. It would only be a matter of time before he came to... And saw the mistake he had made...