Well, I wrote this story a while ago but deleted it. I rewrote it now bc I'm bored. I suppose a quick few notes before I forget.

1. I have a thing about writing accents, so I just don't do it. If someone can tell me how to do it i'd appreciate it but I don't mess with it. An american writing/mimicking an english accent always makes me cringe. So i don't so it.

2. I haven't kept up with the gorillaz, so this is based on what little i can remember from when i did. That's also why it's set in phase 2, because that's when I last kept track of them. I've been drinking since, so i can't remember it all too accurately.

3. That being said, this is probably going to be OOC as hell, so please read it with a grain of salt. or attack me mercilessly, i suppose it's the same thing.

4. There will be cursing, I don't know about graphic sex scenes though. I think it's a bit awkward to write them (and I definitely can) and at the end of the day, this isn't 50 shades of grey. While this story is rated M, it's not meant to satisfy my lack of a sex life (because it's inherently untrue) so sorry. Ya'll can fic it out if you want, i really don't care.

Well, now that I said all i wanted to say, I guess there's nothing left but to say that I hope it at least has an interesting plot and OC (sorry). I read stories here all the time so I hope this gets read as well. Also, let me know what you think.

Thanks,

The author.

P.S. - Gorillaz are not mine. I am most certainly not gaining anything from writing this.

Kong Studios was a mess. There was no way around this fact. The messy hallways and dirty rooms were winning the war that Russell had declared and championed. He'd been sick of the mess since the first day he found himself in that mansion but hadn't had the time to focus his energy into fixing it. And now, it seemed, it had come back to bite him in the ass.

The band meetings and passive aggressive notes he would leave around proved to be ineffective. Murdoc was never there, 2D was usually too pilled-out to function and Noodle, well she tried her best to help Russell but her educational pursuits trumped her efforts, which he understood completely. Russell knew there was much to be done but it became clear that he would need help, specifically someone that could do it for him when he wasn't available. It would soon become clear that hiring a maid would be the only way that the mansion would become habitable once again.

True, it wasn't the ideal situation. He knew that Murdoc would have a fit, especially since he tended to like his privacy. Ironic for a man who didn't think twice about showing his junk to perfect strangers while on tour. 2D wouldn't care either way, and would probably confuse himself once he encountered the actual maid. Noodle would probably be the only one to agree and respect his decision wholeheartedly.

So the day came when he announced his decision during a band meeting. As predicted, Murdoc went on a tirade in which he rebuked his decision and assured him that it would not happen. 2D mildly agreed with both parties and Noodle thought it was a great idea. The vote was 3 - 1 in favor of the maid in the end and Russell got his way. Murdoc disappeared for a few days after that, which worked out for Russell as he had potential candidates for the job over. Russell felt it wouldn't be fair to surprise them with the devastation they would be hired to fix.

In total, he had at least 20 people come in for an interview, the ones left after weeding out would-be paparazzi aides or fans wanting a glimpse into their home life. One of those 20 candidates, the one Russell would go on to hire, seemed to view the mansion as some sort of project and met it with genuine enthusiasm and professionalism.

"I'll be honest with you Mr. Hobbs, this place is very badly kept. You'd probably be better off razing it and starting fresh after having the land blessed," she said to him, sitting across from him at the kitchen table. She took a sip from her waterbottle and looked around at the kitchen, as though choosing her words carefully. "Don't get me wrong sir, I love this place, but I want you to understand that if i'm willing to live here and work for you it's because this house is the ONLY thing i am going to dedicate my time to. I'm not running errands for your friends, I'm not anyone's chauffeur and I definitely will not be getting tangled up in whatever stuff you guys are doing with your lives."

It was those exact words that made up Russell's mind. The other interviews that followed this one were met with impatience as he only did them as a formality. When he was finally done, he called the woman back. The phone rang a few times and she picked up.

"Hello? Who is this?"

"Hello Ms. Teresa Montoya, it's me Russell, how are you doing?"

"I'm great Mr. Hobbs, how are you?"

"I'm good, thank you. I was calling in regards to your interview and to offer you the position."

"I am definitely interested Mr. Hobbs."

"Call me Russel, no need to be formal... after all, you've met most of us, I think it's alright to keep it casual."

"Ok Mr... I mean, Russel, I am definitely interested in the position!"

"Great! I'll have you come in tomorrow and fill in the paperwork and we can arrange for your things to be brought in," he answered.

Russell knew that Murdoc was not present to scare anyone off but would be back soon with a promise to oppose and reject any and all candidates for the job. Russell knew this and so decided that he would move in Teresa as soon as possible and Murdoc would simply have to get used to her. Besides, he thought, she was an attractive woman and Murdoc would probably want to keep her around once he saw her.

"Well then, that sounds good," Teresa replied, "I suppose then that i'll see you tomorrow."

"Fantastic! On behalf of all of us here at Kong Studios, allow me to welcome you onto our team!"

"Thank you! I look forward to it!"

"You're welcome, I'll see you tomorrow, goodbye!"

"'Bye!"

click.

Russell sighed contentedly to himself, excited at the prospect of the new beginning. A clean house. Finally.