Chapter 1 Drunken Spellcasting
Disclaimer: Is it really nessesary to do this? Of corse I don't own Gorillaz. I don't even live in the UK!
A/N: Well, here we go. A Gorillaz fanfic bassed off of a Kingdom Hearts fanfic that my sister was telling me about. I have no idea if it will be any where near like the KH one, but for those who have read it (I don't even know what it's called, so don't ask), I think you'll notice one, striking similarity...
Murdoc had been drinking all day. He was so drunk, he could hardly stand. And yet, in all of his "wisdom," he had decided that it would be a good idea to cast a youth spell. Not that he would have remembered, but he horribly slurred every word, and any type of "ingredients" that his book called for, he used double the amount, "Jus' ta ma'e sure," as he put it. However, that is not where this story begins. This story really starts the following morning...
"Ahh, my aching head..." groans the satanic bassist, sitting up and rubbing his temples, eyes firmly shut tight. He happens to be sitting on the floor of his Winnebago, surrounded by empty liquor bottles and an assortment of various animal innards. After a moment, he opens his eyes and looks around. "Wot th' hell 'appened las' night...?" he muses. With another groan, the arthritic booze monkey rises to his feet. It was then that everyone's favorite satanist notices something a little strange; everything seemed bigger than he remembered... MUCH bigger...
He reaches his hand up to scratch his head, then freezes. His hand looked different... So small, and wrinkle-free... "Wo's goin' on...?" he wonders, staring at his hand in amazement. Murdoc runs to the bathroom, and has to climb up the sink to be able to look at himself in the mirror. He was completely shocked at what he finds; the face he had when he was 12. "Wot the hewll...?"
Meanwhile, in another part of Kong, a certain roly-poly drummer had already awoken and ajusted to being 10-years-old, once again. Currently, he was opening the door to Noodle's room, to check on her. What he finds in her bed is a 3-year-old, asian girl. The second that little Noodle saw him, she squeals in delight, and waddeles her way over. Once she reaches him, she wraps her tiny arms around his waist and cries out, "Russel-Nii! Watashiwa SAN!!"
"You're..." Russel begins, having not been practicing Japanese since Noodle regained her memories, "Three... Right?"
"Hai!" Noodle replies, nodding.
"Ok. And I'm 10, I think," Russel states. "Jyuu," he adds, holding up ten fingers incase he said the wrong thing.
Elsewhere in the Studios, 2D had just awoken. After swallowing a mouthfull of pills, he calmly heads up the stairs, not even realizing that he had to reach his hand farther up than normal to reach the door knobs. He continues his way to the toilets, ignoring everything untill he finnishes his business. He washes his hands, and, after rinsing the soap off of them, rubs water on his face. He grabs a towel, and dries off his hands and face, finnaly looking in the mirror.
Back in the Winnebago, Murdoc had found his book open onto the page of the youth spell. "Wewl, tha' explains a lo'... Now wot?" he murmered to hiself. He then hears a very high-pitched squealing, and it seemed to continue to grow in volume.
And there ya go! I know this is short... very short, but I just wanted a quick intro to get some people interested, and to recieve feedback! So, please review, as I'm not even sure I'm continuing this thing... It's the first non-self-insert Gorillaz fic I've written! gasp