A/n: Let me begin by stating that the information provided in this story will not be entirely accurate. I'm writing this for pure fun and entertainment. Isn't that the point of fiction? With that out of the way, let's begin!

Murdoc Niccals was a jealous man. He would never admit is, but that jealousy was put into him by none other than Stuart; AKA 2D. 2D, Murdoc believed, has all the same talents as himself (more or less) and yet he is more appreciated. Why? He has good looks. You can spend your entire life trying harder than anyone else and even though you may be better; if you're not attractive, you won't get your way. Some bloke will always come along and ruin everything for you because they're good-looking. Which is exactly why Murdoc hated 2D. You know, besides the fact that 2D's an idiot. Today would seemingly prove his point.

"Murdoc! Mudz! Mudz, Mudz, Mudz, MUDZ!" 2D called out his name repeatedly to try and grab his attention. He was slouched over on the couch in front of the TV with a remote in his hands. It was pointed at the TV with 2D absent-mindedly pressing buttons to turn the device on. A furious as well as extremely annoyed Murdoc stormed into the room to yell at his blue-haired band member.

"Someone important better be dying in the for your stupid voice to be calling my name or else you need to shut the 'ell up with your useless jabbering before I reach down your throat with wire cutters and snip out your damn vocal chords to silence you myself!" The green-skinned man was now standing in front of the TV with his fists clenched, facing 2D. It was in that moment when Stuart began to realize his mistakes in life and why he shouldn't have called Murdoc over to get the tellie screen working again.

"Uh… Mudz?" 2D asked, deciding to carry on with his poor life choices.

"What?" Murdoc rose a bushy eyebrow, the irritation in his expression not fading away anytime soon.

"The remote's broken." Stuart held out the remote for Murdoc, who snatched it from his hands, and quickly recoiled.

"The remote's broken…" He repeated, mumbling cluelessly, for he was taken aback. Murdoc tried to turn the TV on and frowned at the remaining black screen. Then he looked at the underside of the remote which had no back cover and scowled. The battery slots were empty. "There's no batteries in the remote, you twat!" Murdoc took the remote in one hand and aggressively smacked 2D upside the head with it. "Of course it doesn't work!" He threw the remote on the ground. "Turn the damned tellie on yourself!" Quickly, 2D walked over to the television set and turned it on. He sat back down before the screen powered up with its many colors.

"Hey look, Murdoc! It's Gorillaz!" Stuart chimed with a grin, which grabbed Murdoc's curiosity to turn towards to TV. With a tilt of his head, he watched as some news girl was interviewing 2D. Making a grunt-noise, Murdoc sat down on the other side of the couch, far away from Stuart. "Oh yeah, I remember that interview. It was just a couple of weeks ago, actually." 2D was talking while the bassist was trying to listen, but that just wasn't happening. Just when he thought the Brit would stop, he continued. "Boy oh boy was she nice! She asked how I was doing, how Noodle was doing, and even about Russell!"

"Did she mention me?" Murdoc investigated, raising his brow as if he were offended. He definitely was.

"No. I… can't quite recall… But she did ask about my plans for the band and-" 2D was interrupted by the older male fussing at him yet again.

"Your band!? What do you mean your band? What is wrong with people!?" Murdoc set his hands on his head, about to rant on. "How come everyone else gets all the attention, especially you, when I'm the one who does the most work around here?"

"Not everyone gets all the attention…" Stuart defended himself, hoping his efforts could get Murdoc to calm down.

"Yes the do!" She even asked about Russell for crying out loud!"

"Well, it was only one time!" To prove a point, Mudz walked away and came back with a pile of newspaper articles in his arms. He sprawled them out on the coffee table. On the front of each article was Stuart's grinning face and the headline said something about how 2D was improving the band better than before.

"Only one, huh?"

"Why do you have all of those…" 2D looked at the papers and then at Murdoc, awaiting his answer. It seemed a bit weird to him that the Satanist would collect certain newspapers throughout the year. It seemed unreasonable and… obsessive.

"That doesn't matter! What matters is that you're an idiot who can't even figure out that the batteries were missing from a remote, but people still like you even though you're a useless moron!" Murdoc growled out, pointing a finger at the boy accusingly. "What's more important is that if I were given the chance to look like you, I could be a better 2D than you ever would be or have ever been! And would people care if I left the band? Of course not! Because all they care about is you and your "pretty", eyeless face! Starting tomorrow I'm leaving you all on your own. Fend for yourselves, bastards…" After yelling violently, the male didn't bother looking back after he turned sharply on his heel and stormed off into another room. He left Stuart in a state of dismay… Well, 2D couldn't deny that he was a bit upset. He wondered what brought Murdoc to say such things. Then Stuart looked at the TV, deciding to shut it off because of the guilt that was slowly getting to him. After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, 2D closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep on the couch.

A/n: What do you think? Shall I continue this lovely adventure and would you all be interested in the upcoming chapters I have yet to release? Please let me know! Reviews keep me going and they help.I do this just for you guys, so don't be afraid to comment on what you do and don't like to help me improve! Thank you for reading. R&R!

~Ish