As the summary says, trying something a little different, based on my thoughts of Gorillaz when I was younger. Seeing as Murdoc is a Satanist, I think it works quite nicely. As always, comments are always appreciated. (No pairings or anything like that).

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"...and that comes to £8.77, sir."

This sudden show of socialisation was enough to snap Stuart out of his daydream and back to reality.

"Oh, eh, sorreh luv, coul' yeh run tha' by meh again?" He asked sheepishly, averting his gaze and scratching the back of his neck in awkwardness.

The cashier simply rolled her eyes and repeated the sentence, slower and more exaggerated this time. Stuart took a moment to process this information before understanding what he had to do. He fished a crumpled £10 note out of his pocket and handed it to the now exasperated-looking woman behind the till.

"Sorreh 'bout tha', sometimes I fink I'd forget me own 'ead if i' weren' screwed on." He chuckled lightly to himself at his own joke. The cashier, however, hadn't moved her facial expression one bit since she'd seen Stuart come stumbling into the little store.

"Mmm." She replied shrilly.

Sensing this conversation was going nowhere fast, Stuart hastily grabbed the change out of the cashier's hand, before picking up the groceries and hurrying out the door.

Wincing at the sudden exposure of sunlight to his sensitive brown eyes, Stuart reached into the back pocket of his navy blue jeans and retrieved a cigarette from the carton. He pushed his arms through the handles of the plastic bags and reached into another pocket, pulling out a his trusty flip lighter. He had done this many times before, and even he had to admit he was now quite efficient at it, lighting up the cigarette and placing the lighter back in his pocket in one smooth motion. He stood outside the shop for a while, leant against the wall of the shop as he took a few drags, hoping he was out of view of the cashier. Once he was satisfied, he set off down the street back towards his house.

Essex wasn't that hard to navigate, so long as you had been living there for a good few years, at least. Any less than that, and your chances of finding your way home in time ranked one step above sprouting wings and simply gliding over the city. Stuart had done this shopping run a thousand times over, and this one wasn't any different.

Well, it shouldn't have been.

Every time he had to go shopping, Stuart always had to pass that creepy old skeleton of a building that was Kong Studios. The place had been abandoned for a few years now, seeing as it's previous owners were last seen heading in the opposite direction as fast as their legs would carry them, screaming something about how the place is "cursed". He wondered to himself if there was a genuine reason for their behavior, and a small part of Stuart questioned if the place really was cursed. He soon waved off the thought.

Sure enough, after about five minutes of departing from the store, Stuart found himself walking past the somewhat daunting gates of the abandoned studio. Feeling a wave of uneasiness wash over him, he quickly started to reason with himself in his head.

C'mon Stu, you know better than that. Zombies are one thing, but ghosts and demons? He thought to himself. Please.

Through this chain of thought, Stuart had eventually convinced himself that he had absolutely nothing to worry about, and that those other owners were probably on drugs or something. So it came as quite a surprise to him when a blood-curdling scream and a string of particularly bad curses erupted from the building.

Stuart froze.

"Wha' tha'..." He trailed off, unable to comprehend what he had just heard.

As he was about to tell himself it was just his imagination and continue home, he heard a loud, gravely, and British voice.

"FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S SATANIC, GET DOWN FROM THERE."

It was then that Stuart heard the most frightening voice he had ever heard.

"OH, COME ON MURDOC, HAVE A HEART. YOU WENT THROUGH ALL THAT TROUBLE TO BRING ME HERE AFTER ALL." An inhuman, almost satanic string of laughter soon followed, making Stuart quiver in his shoes.

He was on the verge of just saying screw it all, drop the shopping, and run home screaming to his mother when he stopped himself. Hold on, hadn't this happened in countless monster movies he had seen before? Wasn't the hero supposed to have great courage and step in to conquer the monster and save the day? He grinned to himself as the realisation kicked his adrenaline into overdrive, and felt it course through his veins and replaced his thought process with a more primitive drive. Unable to wipe the grin off of his face, he grabbed onto the slightly rusty railing of the gate and hoisted himself up, taking care not to catch anything important on the spikes on the way over. Once he was sitting on top of the gate, he took a deep breath and jumped. Unfortunately for him, his shirt had caught the spike as he left, causing him to tumble to the ground, face first. Darkness instantly enveloped him.

When he came to, he didn't open his eyes. He just lay there, face still planted in the ground, waiting for the cogs in his brain to start start turning again. When they did, he instantly used his hands to push himself upward. As more of his senses came back, Stuart noticed a funny taste if iron in his mouth. His eyes widened in realisation. Blood.

He gasped sharply, causing two objects to become lodged in his throat which he hadn't felt previously. This caused his eyes to widen even more and was forced down onto all fours, coughing and spluttering. Once his throat was clear, he brought up the objects with his tongue and spat them out onto the ground, watching them fall. He wanted to scream. His eyes were fixed on two small, slightly yellowed shapes that had what looked like two small prongs at the end. Not wanting to believe his own eyes, he quickly ran his tongue along his mouth, a few tears escaping his eyes when he felt a rather large gap where his two front teeth should have been.

He just sat there staring at what were his teeth in disbelief until the sound of shattering glass and what sounded like furniture being overturned snapped him from his trance. He still had work to do.

Simply the thought that heroes ignore all pain and soldier on only spurred him on again. He picked himself up and continued on to the building. He mentally praised himself and was about to yank open the doors when someone on the other side beat him to it.

"FREEDOOOOM!"

Stuart didn't remember much of what happened next. All he remembered was the doors before him flying open, and not a second later, a mass of black smoke darting towards him. He had just enough time to make out a pair of piercing white eyes, with equally piercing teeth darting towards him. The thing collided with Stuart, sending them both flying backwards. He caught a glimpse of a worried-looking face in the doorway before landing on his back. He would probably have noticed the fact that it was raining only over the studio, and nowhere else, if something else didn't occupy his thoughts.

Stuart felt a surge of panic was over him as he felt the object force its way down his throat, feeling it bulge as it did so. He managed to get to his feet, and was about to turn around and run straight back to his shopping bags when he felt a surge of pain radiate from his stomach and spread through his body. He opened his mouth to scream, but the air was only met with a low-pitched gurgling noise. He was going to die. He was sure of it.

"Bloodeh hell." Was all he managed to mumble, before he doubled over, an overwhelming feeling of sickness replacing the pain. He was bracing himself for the inevitable black out.

It never came.

Suddenly, as if the previous few minutes had never even happened, it was over as soon as it started. It was then that Stuart was aware of a hand repeatedly tapping him on the shoulder, accompanied with the faint whisper of "bugger" repeated over and over.

Stuart looked up to face a man of imposing structure, with his greasy and long black hair, bold eyes, and what looked like razor sharp teeth. Stuart was expecting him to yell at him or even smack him round the head, but to his surprise, he wore a look of terror, instantly shooting back, and fell to the ground in his panicked state.

Murdoc watched in horror and guilt as he witnessed the young man double over, and then completely relax. Murdoc reluctantly walked over to check on the boy, praying to Satan the last thing he wanted to happen hadn't just happened. It had. Murdoc wanted to scream out. His death was seconds away. His horrified gaze was met with that of confusion. His eyes simply stayed locked on the boy's, as a black mist began to surround the boy's eyes, enveloping them completely.

"N-n-now l-look." The strange man began, constantly tripping over his words. "I know I've been treatin' you not right, uh… No 'ard feelings?" He asked Stuart, sweat pouring down his face.

Stuart just stared at him, unable to understand what he was so nervous about. "Wot?"

"I know it 'urt a bit gettin' you here, and I am sorry for that." He continued.

Still not knowing what the hell was happening, Stuart responded: "Yeh're godamn righ' i' 'urt, me fron' teeth are gone!" He opened his mouth and wagged his tongue through the gap for emphasis.

The man slowly realised what could have happened. "Hang on… where 'ave you just come from?" He enquired, a small grin spreading across his face.

"The shop jus' down' the road, I 'eard some com- comot…" Stuart furrowed his brow in concentration, then sighed. "I 'eard a lot of noise, and I came teh help."

"Oh my God." Was all the man said. "Yer, I can't believe it, yer too thick for the demon!"

Stuart just stared.

"Wot?" He repeated.

As soon as the words passed his lips, he heard a small voice at the back of his head. Small, but definitely a voice.

Let. Me. OUT. A pounding sensation quickly followed. Stuart's hand shot up in response. The man, however, took no notice.

"Yer too thick! Too dense! Ha ha!" He was practically dancing.

Fed up with the events of today, and remembering his mum was probably going to have his head for being so late, Stuart let out a sigh and turned around. "Well, fanks mister, bu' I'll be goin' now."

This snapped the man out of his trance. "No no no, yer can't leave! Yer've got a bloody demon in yer fer crying out loud. You need to say 'ere, at least for now. New name, new life an' all that."

"Why? I ain' done nofink wrong!" Stuart protested. The man simply waved him off and thought to himself.

Alright, new name, new name… Pretty sure he's too dense to think one up himself… Hmm, too dense… too D… two dense…

"2-D!" He yelled suddenly, causing Stuart to jump. "Yer new name, is 2-D!" He smiled triumphantly.

Stuart, or 2-D, just blinked uncertainly at him. "Like… like in teh movies?"

The man's proud expression quickly melted away. "Yeah, ye dullard, like in the movies."

"So, if I can' go 'ome, wot am I gonna do?"

The man paused and thought long and hard for a minute, before a wicked grin grew across his face.

"Ey dullard." He began. "How are yeh at singin'?"

Ta Da! Another story! Your thoughts?