A/N: I hated my last Gorillaz OC. I did. So screw it, I deleted that fic. This is a new one. Hopefully she's a better character this time. So please be honest with me, after the (probably second) chapter tell me if she's getting to be a Sue, and do it nicely. Give her time to develop first. Also, if you see grammatical errors (that aren't being used in dialogue) tell me. I'll fix them as soon as I can. Rule of thumb, be polite. Starts in the middle of Phase 1.

Gorillaz © The gods Albarn and Hewlett

Chapter 1: Hello? Is Anyone There? HELLO?

The headlines read as such:

"GORILLAZ LOSE ANOTHER MANAGER AS NICCALS FACES CHARGES!"

Two weeks later, an ad appeared in my newspaper that said:

"Local band in need of manager. Must be older than eighteen and must not have good legal representation. Must know what the hell they're doing. Pay is good."

I didn't think anything of the coincidence between the two. Being a stereotypical recent university graduate with a degree in music production, I was broke. All I cared about was the "pay is good." When you're twenty-three and living on your own, that's amazing.

So never in a million years did I think I would end up in the lobby of Kong Studios. I mean, I guess I should have seen it coming. Gorillaz were a "local" band, I lived ten minutes from them. But a job's a job, right? I mean just because Murdoc sexually assaulted the last manager doesn't mean I have anything to worry about.

Either I was stupid or just scared too shitless of the motherfucking demon in the corner to care.

I had heard about Murdoc's satanic rituals, I was a good little fan, but I didn't think he really did anything. There was no such thing as Satan and God and demons. However, my faith in nothing was starting to break. Maybe I would start going back to church.

As the demon began to hiss and spit acid, a large black man entered the room carrying a clipboard.

"Allie Johnson?" He asked.

I stood; straightening out the back of my skirt, "Yeah, that's me."

He looked up from his clipboard and smiled, "Right this way please."

I followed him through the door into a room that had been made to look like an office. The place stank of booze, sweat, and sulfur.

"Sorry about the smell, "he stated, "There's really nothing we can do about it."

"No, it's ok. I'm sure you get used to it." I said awkwardly.

He held out his hand, "I'm Russel Hobbs."

I shook his hand, "I know."

"Right," He began, "No need for introductions. Ok, your resume looks impressive from an education standpoint, but you have no experience. Then again, you just graduated and we're desperate. You do know the risks right?"

"What?" I asked.

He sighed, "Murdoc is an ass. He likes women, drugs, booze, and summoning demons. You ok with that?"

"Uh, sure?" I answered. I wasn't entirely sure I was or not, but it was a paying job.

"Ok. You've got the job, poor thing. ''He smiled, but his tone belied his expression.

"Really?" I exclaimed, "No joke?"

Russel nodded, "You're going to have to move in, and we'll help you with that. For now, let's go meet the band."

And so I was led out of the office and through the dark, dismal hallways of Kong Studios. I was completely astonished by how empty my new home was. You would think that there would have a maid or something. Not a single soul wandering around in the eerie silence.

Russel stopped in front of a closed door. I was slightly comforted by the light and the voices leaking out from under it.

He knocked on the door, "Guys. We've got our new manager!"

It opened automatically, I could see three people sitting down on a couch watching TV.

"Hello guys?" He called lightly, "Earth to Gorillaz."

A blue haired man turned around, fear crossing his face, "Wot?"

"This is our new manager, D" Russel explained.

"Hello," I said sheepishly, "I'm Allie."

2D gave me a toothy grin, "'Ello. I'm 2D. It's not because I'm two-dimensional, it's becau-

I sighed and cut him off, "I know the story. I'm…I'm a fan."

Why was that so embarrassing to admit? I was now technically in charge of them.

The other man, obviously Murdoc, stood up and took all of me in.

"She was really dumb enough to answer our ad after what I did?" He asked Russel. Russel nodded.

"What can I say? I'm recently out of college, I needed the money. You know how it is." I joked.

I was feeling increasingly awkward. I didn't belong here, they were superstars, I was just some kid.

"A kid with a degree that says you learned how to do this." I thought.

I took a deep breath, "When do I start?"