Author: Whoa Tamo

Title: Feel Good Inc.

Rating: R

Pairing: M/M, M/F, F/F (Murdoc/2-D, Murdoc/Random chicks, Random chick/random chick). All in later chapters.

Warning: This story contains a good deal of drugs, sex, violence and hardcore music (I guess the music thing isn't something to be warned about, but whatever).

Summary: When Murdoc's friend Miro has outstayed her welcome at Kong Studios, she sends them to her favorite hangout; Feel Good Incorporated, a place where-literally-anything goes.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz or anything associated with them, such as Kong Studios. I do, however, own Miro, so don't steal her. Also, I own this story concept, which means that if you take this I will be very, very pissed and will make your life a living hell.

Authoress Ramblings: It's been a long, long time since I've written a fanfiction, and I've got to admit it feels good to be writing them again. This one is the first one I'll have ever written with so many controversial things and blah blah blah…stuff. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the story. Please read and review, and no flaming. Flaming's just fucking annoying, you know.

A Messy Lobby

The rancid smell overwhelmed his nostrils, but it was nowhere near as bad as the sight before his eyes. He ran a hand through his soft spikes and breathed slowly through clenched teeth, using his teeth as a filter from the wafting fumes looming up from the piles of moldy pizza, stacks of worn underwear, discarded bandages that were crunchy with dry blood and dozens upon dozens of half empty bottles of booze. The worst smell, however, was emanating from the two sleeping forms on the couch; two friends who had obviously crashed there for the entire night. After a brief moment of hesitance, he grabbed the television remote and threw it, hitting one of the people loudly snoring on the couch.

The person snorted and blinked their eyes open, then rubbed their face sleepily. "Mother fuck…my head's killin' me…" the raspy voice of the woman startled 2-D slightly, but he regained his composure fairly quickly. Miro, meanwhile, was busy forcing her couch partner off the said piece of furniture so she would have more room. "Get the fuck up, Muds."

With a loud "thud" Murdoc fell off the couch and hit the floor, waking up immediately. "Mother fucker, my 'ead!"

"That's exactly what I said," Miro mumbled groggily. She looked up at 2-D for the first time and gave a stiff wave. "Need somethin'?"

Murdoc lifted his own head to see who Miro was talking to, but upon seeing 2-D he dropped his head back down and gave the singer the finger. "Go 'way, numbnuts."

Sighing, 2-D approached the two hung over friends and looked down at them. "Don't you fink it's gettin' kinda dirty in here?"

Miro and Murdoc exchanged a look with one another before sharing a devious smile. Murdoc rubbed his nose and slapped 2-D on the leg as he spoke. "If you're goin' t' be a fuckin' wank about a little mess then we can turn it right back on you."

Holding back the urge to roll his eyes, 2-D moved back away from Murdoc and crossed his arms. "But there's a difference 'tween a messy bedroom an' a messy lobby."

"'But there's a difference 'tween a messy bedroom an' a messy lobby.' You fuckin' twat, there's no fuckin' difference!" Murdoc's imitation of 2-D wasn't fantastic, but it made the point; 2-D had to either stop pussyfooting around the subject, or stand up to these two unpleasant people and make his point known bluntly. He decided to keep pussyfooting.

"What I mean is, isn't it like…kind of gross in here? I can't see the floor an' I know you two haven't eh…well…" at this point 2-D stumbled and shifted into silence since he couldn't think of a kind way to say, "you haven't showered and you smell wretched".

Being a much more observant type then Murdoc, Miro picked up on 2-D's point; it was time for her to go and for Murdoc to return to his Winnebago of despair. Being as uncaring and embittered as Murdoc, however, it was only natural that Miro didn't have a steady job (she worked in a junkyard), a home of her own (she lived with her brother), or a real meal everyday (she usually ate cereal). Anyone could see this by the holes in her white tank top, the tear in her black frayed skirt, and by the battered boots underneath a small pile of playing cards. Miro decided to find a way to keep her newfound home and meal ticket; she decided to send Gorillaz to her home away from home. First, though, she needed to trick them into going. "So what, 2-D? Why do you have to be so anal about having fun, hmm?"

Nervousness always made 2-D stutter badly. "N-n-n-no, I'm…I'm n-not anal ab-b-bout fun, it's j-j-just that it's so filfy in here and, and, and…I'm sorry, that's n-not w-w-what I meant!" 2-D held up his hands as he came to the end of what he was saying since Murdoc was glaring coldly at him. "It's j-just unsanitary is all, b-b-being that this is the lobby an' all."

Miro smirked and handed 2-D a set of keys she plucked from her bra. With an almost hypnotic look in her eyes, she stared long and hard at 2-D, and in a quick voice she said to him, "These are the keys to Feel Good Inc. tower. It's nothing but good times…nothing bad, just good times," she held up her finger to stop 2-D from interrupting her, "yes, it's a real place. They love you guys there. Now, you go and have fun, I'll watch Kong Studios while all of you go. Don't worry about a thing…just tell the owner that Miro sent you."

A stinging sensation shot up 2-D's hand and arm as Murdoc snatched the keys from his fingers. Chapped lips lifted and the faint slither of sharp green teeth appeared between them; the smile widened, and soon all of Murdoc's teeth could be seen as well as his pointed tongue that darted out to lick his dry lips in anticipation. "We're goin'."

The look on 2-D's face was an incredulous one, and he was giving it to Murdoc. "B-but Miro's idea of fun…um, no 'fense, Miro," he turned to look at Miro, who only shrugged in response. He continued, saying, "Miro's sense of fun's kinda…diff'rent from most people's."

Most people would be cautious about what they said around Miro and Murdoc since neither are understanding, but this time they both decided to let 2-D's comment slide. Yes, he was being a bit of a prude, but thanks to prior experience they knew that after a few drinks, a hit of Mary Jane, and a few pretty girls, 2-D was up for just about anything. "I already said it once, tosser, now don't make me say it again," Murdoc said threateningly, making the blue haired man shiver.

Nodding to Miro and Murdoc, 2-D smiled and grabbed the keys back from the darker man and got up. "I'll go tell Russ and Noods where we're going." With that he walked off, leaving Murdoc and Miro alone to promptly return to their interrupted napping.

End ramblings: I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter of the story. Please review, give me comments, questions, predictions…whatever you'd like. I really loved writing this chapter, and I'm sure I'll like writing the next chapter as well. I hope everyone enjoyed reading and uh…yeah. Well, I'm going to let you all review. See ya!