Emotions Run High

©Gorillaz: Jamie Hewlett & Damon Albarn

Somehow, all three men residing within the ominous hill top studio dubbed "Kong Studios" knew it would be a bad day the moment they opened their eyes. It was a grey day, the kind of day you didn't want to get out of bed no matter what. The clouds sagged heavily with rain hanging low in the sky, lightening leapt from cloud to cloud and thunder vibrated the windows. Loud shrieks and moans from the undead arose from the graveyard in front of the studio, and the wonderful stench of trash from their own personal landfill in the back mixed with the sweet scent of fresh fallen rain.

The bulky African American drummer dragged himself out of bed, his stomach growling like a sea monster begging for food. The man dressed quickly before heading off to the kitchen to start up breakfast, they had to get some practice in today and he was sure the other two wouldn't wake up without the scent of food. He wasn't too worried about the fourth and youngest band member she always woke up earlier than any of them to mediate and do whatever Samurai girls do. He paused at her door and stared at it something felt different…he blinked a few times before shaking his head probably his imagination since his ghostly friend 'Del' left he'd often had strange feelings, and visions of things that weren't there. He proceeded to enter the kitchen without a second thought.

The olive skinned Bassist was next to wake up, he lay in bed for a while milling over strange and evil thoughts before dragging himself out of bed. He pulled on a pair of pants for Noodle's sake and hunted down a beer in his fridge. Who cared if it was Sunday? He downed the can in two gulps and reach for another one, already feeling a slight buzz coming on. He paused as the holy aroma of bacon drifted through a window he'd left open. He abandoned the beer and walked into the studio headed for the kitchen; he walked by Noodle's room without a thought and entered the messy kitchen.

The blue haired vocalist was next he woke up slowly his head felt like he'd slept with a mountain on top of it, he fumbled blindly for his medication and popped a few pills into his mouth. He pushed the comforter back and stood up, he stretched briefly before dressing slowly still half asleep, the medication he took didn't help wake him up. He shuffled up the stairs past the ominous Winnebago that blared out loud music he couldn't identify. He ran into the door frame leading from the carpark into the studio that made him wake up a little. He rubbed his head as he walked down the hall towards the elevators following the scent of food. He stood with his mouth hanging open as he waited for the elevator to arrive, a bit of drool dribbled down his chin as he stared into space. He'd fallen asleep with his eyes open…

The elevators greeting of "Its DARE!" made him jerk awake he quickly boarded the metal coffin and pressed the first floor. He walked zombie like down the corridor past Noodle's room and into the dirty kitchen. Murdoc was sitting at the table shoving bacon down his throat, Russel stood at the stove cooking neither men acknowledge the vocalist as he sat down beside Murdoc. Russel practically threw a plate full of pancakes at Murdoc.

"Save some for the rest of us!" Russel scolded. "Oh Morin' D."

"G'Mornin'," 2D greeted.

"You're still alive dullard?"

Translation: Good Morning, 2D.

"Hi, Murdoc," 2D said dimly.

Murdoc looked ready to say something smart or rude but was cut off by Russel.

"Where is Noodle?" He asked 2D.

"Oh Um I dunno," 2D said sluggishly, he stood up. "I'll go get 'er."

He walked out of the kitchen and crossed the narrow hall to the door exactly across from the kitchen. He knocked on it gently minding the sticky note that bared Noodle's name. He stepped back slightly and waited for a response. After a few minutes he frowned, Noodle never kept them waiting like this she usually called out to them or opened the door herself. He knocked again louder this time…no response. He wiggled the door handle and found it was unlocked. He opened it just enough to poke his head through and peered in. The room was dark, that was odd Noodle always kept a light on for Shaun who grew a strange darkness phobia seemingly over night, and to keep zombies at bay in case they decided to sneak in while she was sleeping. It was no secret the Axe Princess was terrified of them.

"Noodle?" he called softly unnerved by the eerie silence, if Shaun wasn't singing or talking to himself then Noodle usually had her music going or Mike (her monkey) would play on one of her broken un tuned guitars. Noodle's room was always the liveliest place in the studio…except for Murdoc's Winnie when he had a girl but that was a different story entirely. "Noodle love, are you in here?"

The eerie silence seemed to increase it almost seemed to be taunting him.

"GET OUT!"

He was startled by the loud heavily accented voice that seemed to scream right in his ear before he could apologize or move something hit him hard on the forehead knocking him off of his feet into the hallway were he fell into the hall with a loud "Uff!" the door in front of him was slammed and he heard the click of the lock. He sat for a moment in a daze rubbing his aching head. Murdoc and Russel came out of the kitchen to investigate the noise and stood over him.

"What's up?" Russel asked staring down at him with his blank glowing white eyes.

"Noodle's not 'ungry," 2D replied he could feel a bump forming on his forehead from hitting the door frame and getting assaulted with whatever Noodle threw at him. Murdoc stooped over and picked something up off the floor beside 2D.

"I knew your 'ead was thick but this is ridiculous," Murdoc said holding the item up. It was Noodle's violet Gameboy DS the screen was cracked and glowed different colors.

"She threw this at you?" Russel said snatching it from the older man.

"Um I dunno," 2D admitted truthfully. "I didn't get a good look at it."

Russel sighed and pounded on the door: "Noodle?"

Silence.

Murdoc shoved the heavier man out of the way: "Noodle, open up now!" he ordered.

There was a faint whisper of Japanese, Murdoc leaned closer to the door to hear what was being said, wither Noodle had taken a gamble or seen his shadow was and will always remain a mystery, the next thing they knew Murdoc was on the floor beside 2D clutching his nose and swearing. Noodle's door had been installed the wrong way (the door knob was the right way so she could lock it) meaning it opened outward instead of in. Russel caught the door before the girl could close it all the way and wrenched it open. Mike leapt out of nowhere wrapping his arms and legs around Russel's square head cooing wildly in his own langue. The primate wasn't that large but the surprise knocked Russel off balance and he let go of the door which slammed immediately and locked.

"What the 'ell was that all about!" Murdoc yelled at the door.

Silence was the only answer he received...

Alright! That was chapter one, I'm still not good at the 'humor' stuff honestly you people that write humor fanfics are geniuses! Your probably wondering why I started another series…Truth be told I have major writers block on the other two and I'm hopping that writing another fanfiction and reading other people's 'fics will give me ideas on how to proceed with both

. To answer a question most of you are probably wondering, yes this will have 'Womanly' problems in it but the reference will be brief (mostly it'll be about PMS rather than the 'womanly problem' itself) that's why I rated it 'T', but honestly it won't be a flat out sex talk you'll probably only hear the 'Cursed' word once out of the whole series. Thanks for reading!