The Movie That Never Was
I had this one dream before, right, and it was a long time ago. 'Nyways, after reading a fic by somebody (not sayin' who) that was based off of one of their dreams (not even givin' you a gender!), I decided to do this. Criticism is welcome, as this is my very first fic posted on fanfiction, and I'm typing this directly on the computer instead of writing it down, first. I like to make changes to things I end up not liking, that's why I do it that way.
Oh, also, I only really remember the aftermath part of my dream, so most of this is completely made up.
Disclaimer of Doom: I don't own Gorillaz, and I'm not even sure I own the rights to the situation that they're going to be in. That was the work of my subconscious, so I guess that it owns it, then.
A door in a purple walled room flew open, revealing a very angry looking Russel Hobbs, wearing pretty much what he wore in Fancy Dress, minus the hat and mustache. "Hold it right there," he growled.
Murdoc turned, and smiled smugly. He was wearing a purple suit with zebra striped lining, an orange tie, and a matching purple hat with another zebra print band going around it and a large, purple feather sticking out, turns, leaning on a silver-tipped cane.
Russel's frown deepened. "What are you so happy about? You ain't gettin' away with this!"
Murdoc's lips parted, revealing his discolored, pointed teeth. "I'm afrai' tha' you aren' gettin' away a' awl," he said, slowly. He flicked the top-half of the cane open, revealing a gold-colored button.
"WHERE'S NOODLE!!??" Russel roared, and started to run forward, just as the pimpin' Satanist pushed the button, and dove for the ground.
A opening appeared in the wall above the door that Russel had entered through. A wave of shuriken flew forth, and, unfortunately for the mountain of madness, most of them embedded themselves into his back.
"AH, WHAT THE HELL!!??" Russel shouted.
Murdoc looked up, confused. "Wasn' tha' suppose' teh happen?"
"CUT!!" shouted the director, "Who the hell bought REAL shurikens!?"
Russel's sitting on a bed, his chest bare, as Murdoc sits behind him, forcefully ripping the shurikens from his back. Russel looks even angrier than when he was acting, and the director had made a wise choice in informing the drummer who the idiot who had ordered real shurikens was. Noodle's having an argument with one of the interns, possibly about who the shuriken purchaser was. 2D had brought a small video camera, and started recording Murdoc and Russel.
"Oi, dullard!" the bassist's voice rang. "Drop the damn camera an' give me a 'and, wiwl ya!?
"Awrigh', Muds," 2-D said calmly, setting the camera down, but not turning it off. The bed was (literally) a bloody mess, and Murdoc's costume was now ruined with blood stains.
"I don' care! Just go an' get him NOW!!!" Noodle screeched, frightening the small intern. He turned around as quickly as he could, and began to run. Then, he tripped on 2D's camera, breaking it.
2D looked over, a vacant stare on his face. "Aw… My camera…"
And that's it! I hope you liked it. I know there are some holes and stuff, but I was trying to get this done. I know it's short, but, like I said, the only thing I can remember was the aftermath part, and that was just what was happening to Murdoc and Russel. I just came up with the scenario behind it on my own, and I don't think it was very good. Besides being my fist fic on this site, this was also my first One Shot. Please review, as it keeps me in a good mood, even if you talk about how horrible it is! I want to know what people thought of it.