Disclaimer: If I owned Gorillaz it would be a TV show and there'd also be funding to genetically create a real Gorillaz band... So probably best that I'm not in charge of it?

This is a story on how an over addiction to drugs can not only affect someone but the lives of everyone around that person as well, I've had the idea for a little while so hopefully the story works out, enjoy!


2D stood quietly over the starched white hospital bed, closely watching Murdoc's pale, still form laid out across it. If not for the heart monitor giving out the occasional beep anyone would think the bassist was dead, his chest barely moved up and down, if not for the life support machine even that small but necessary movement wouldn't be occurring. For the first time in years, 2D was truly scared, not scared as in avoiding a short lived beating from the drunken satanist, but scared that his best and closest friend would never ever wake up, never mind be able to exist without life support. Sure they rarely saw eye to eye, but he still cared for the guy a great deal, Murdoc'd saved his life and now 2D was just stood there useless, wishing desperately that he could return the favour.

Thinking back, 2D wondered vaguely if he could have noticed the signs, they were half way through a short Gorillaz 2015 UK tour to rally fans up for their 2016 album comeback...


London, February 2015:

"Five minutes till ShowTime everyone!", an organiser for the tour yelled to the Gorillaz band as he hurried past. Russel, 2D and Noodle stood on stage behind the drawn curtains, checking their instruments, Noodle repeatedly tuning her guitar, strumming it and then re-tuning it, trying to get it sounding just right. 2D, pressed the occasional key on his electronic key board, humming tunefully to himself and Russel was- glaring at Murdoc.

Unawares to what was going on around him, Murdoc continued to sit in Russel's drum kit seat, slumped over and snoring quietly with his head resting on top of the centre drum.

Russel cleared his throat loudly, causing 2D and Noodle to glance around, both noticing the sleeping Murdoc who just minutes ago had been energetically dictating to them about which of their songs would be played first. Gaining no response, Russel shook Murdoc lightly, "Hey Muds". No response. Russel gave a more forceful shove, "Yo! Green dude! Get up and move yer fucking ass!".

Murdoc continued to snore, causing both Noodle and 2D to grin at each other, quietly sniggering like little five year olds. Russel obviously didn't find the situation so funny, admittedly it wasn't, the curtain was going up in four minutes and the 'leader' of their band was blissfully asleep. Growling to himself slightly, Russel stormed away, grabbed his drum sticks and, smirking at Murdoc, rapidly played a very forceful, very loud rimshot, ending by crashing both cymbals either side of Murdoc's head.

Snapping his eyes open, Murdoc let out a yell of surprise and fell off the seat with a loud "OOF!", he shook his head and glared up at Russel, asking 'what the fuck' he did that for.

Russel glowered, "We're on in less than four minutes and you're sleeping in my seat, move yer fuckin ass man". "Yeah, yeah", Murdoc rolled his eyes, got up, stretched and walked away. "Oi!", Russel yelled after him, "Where are you going?". "Toilet", Murdoc answered, stifling a yawn. Russel's eyes bugged out, "Toilet?! But we don't have the time, oh man…".

Sleepily, Murdoc's walk turned into a clumsy run to the toilets, he got into the empty staff bathrooms and slammed the door shut behind himself. He quickly glanced around himself, making sure he was alone before taking out a small brown packet from his trouser pocket, opening and laying it on the sink counter. Staring hungrily at the crushed white substance which lay inside the brown packet, he took an over-used white straw from his other pocket, shoved it part way up his nostril and snorted the entirety of the substance.

Staring into the mirror which hung above the sink, Murdoc watched himself as his breathing quickened and his pupils shrank into mere pin pricks. Catching his breath he grinned to himself, threw his used items back into his pocket and quickly ran out of the bathrooms and back to the stage, hearing the count down for curtain up.

Finally on stage, Murdoc moved over to stand next to Noodle, grabbed his guitar from the floor and slung the strap around his back, he gave it a quick strum to check it was in tune before nodding to the relieved looking band.

Russel sighed, "Jeez man, we thought you weren't gonna show, what w-". "Shut up it's starting", Murdoc muttered, glancing to the crowd as the curtains opened, he immediately pasted a grin across his face and shouted into the mic in front of him, "ELLO London! Are you ready to rock!". The crowd gave excited yells of encouragement, Murdoc grinned to his band, showing them his sharpened pointy teeth before yelling back to the crowd, "Alright then, 1, 2, 3-", they started to play feel good inc.


Later that 'night' (4:00 am):

Murdoc lay on his back, staring up at the wood work of the caravan ceiling, he missed his Winnebago, he'd wanted to take it on tour but it the electronics of the vehicle had become so damaged through neglect and maltreatment that it was now more like a metallic shed than a glorified caravan anymore.

Loud snoring reminded him of the three other band members he was having to share the caravan with. He glanced over at 2D who slept, cramped up in one of the fold out beds (they really weren't made to fit lanky people six foot or over), he glanced at Russel who slept on his back, Murdoc sneered to himself, seriously considering dropping a spider in the drummer's mouth- he quickly decided against it though, his nose had been broken enough times already, he wondered vaguely if it was possible to get arthiritis of the nose.

Murdoc growled to himself, his thoughts were getting just as dumb as 2D's- it was annoying, he couldn't shut his brain off and go to sleep, his thoughts were going a million miles a minutes, one of the unfortunate side effects of taking the drug, it could easily be tomorrow afternoon before he would feel even slightly tired. He hadn't slept in days and hadn't eaten for even longer than that- the drug prevented him from feeling hungry. Murdoc sighed and tossed onto his side, maybe if he just stayed really still he'd fall asleep... He glanced over to the door which held Noodle's small room and wondered if she was up yet. Murdoc growled to himself again and tossed onto his other side, he just couldn't stop thinking, and just lying there 'trying' to go to sleep was driving him nuts.

After another 25 minutes of tossing and turning, Murdoc gave up on his idea of sleep, he quietly got up and walked outside to ring his dealer (that guy was up all times of the night selling his 'stuff').

Pacing back and forth along the wet grass, Murdoc took out his mobile, dialled the number he knew so well and waited.

"Hello?"

"Ello, Lenny? I need some more, where can I meet you?"

"Nah, Muds am not sellin anymore"

"WHAAAAAT! You're fuckin jokin aren't yer!? You've been dealin for years you can't just-"

"Ay, sorry mate but the police ave bin closing in lately, just last week a mate o mine got nabbed by em, round ten or more years behind bars for im, that's something I could do without. I'm changing my number and movin elsewhere, you're jus gonna ave ter find yerself a new dealer mate."

"Well fine then… Fuck you then! Fuck you!"

The phone clicked off and Murdoc glared at it angrily, he pocketed it and began to pace angrily back and forth across the wet grass (which became increasingly muddy as he paced), he couldn't complete the tour in withdrawal, he needed those drugs, he 'needed' them he'd just have to go find another dealer.


Please read and review, also- can anyone guess which drug Murdoc is addicted to in this story?