I own nothing. This was written by my non-fanfic friend, Aaron J. This was edited and censored (because my ma would kill me if I wrote out all the bad stuff, but it will eventually appear) by me. More to come. I love this and I hope you do too.

Gorillaz Forever

Corruption

Chapter 1: Russel

Russel sat in the corner of the room. "Noodle, COOPERATE!" He shouted at the guitarist. "I am so freakin' tired of this crap! You never listen, Murdoc is bein' a jack-wad as usual, and 2D won't stop yawning." Just then, 2D stifled a yawn. "Point proven." Russel grumbled. "C'mon guys, we need to get this song done." He encouraged. "Meetin' this group'll send someone to the loony bin. 'Prised I ain't visited myself." He mumbled.

The band played for nearly three hours before deciding to call it a day. On the way home, 2D spoke up, "Y'know guys… I'm kinda tired." Everyone groaned. "Shocker." Noodle said. Murdoc shouted, "Just shut your faces before I shove somethin' up 'em. And it ain't gonna be pretty." He said menacingly, holding the machete from the glovebox. Everybody silenced.

Russel looked at Murdoc. He had an odd glint in his eye. "Somethin' wrong?" Russel asked. "No. But I do know somethin's up with you!" Murdoc said. "Hurtful…" Russel said, trying his hardest to sound like he was about to cry. "Will you knock it off!" 2D yelled. "You want me to shove my fist in ya mouth? Or, as the Americans say, how 'bout a knuckle sandwich?" Murdoc asked menacingly. "Ooh! A sandwich! Sure!" 2D said. Murdoc stopped the car, chuckled, turned to face 2D, grinned, and punched him in the face. "OW! Wot the hell was tha' for?" 2D screamed, holding his bleeding nose. "Hey, you were the one who wanted a kniuckle sandwich." Murdoc said innocently, throwing up his hands.

When they got home, Russel had a problem. He needed to go. Like, go. The other problem was that he didn't think he would make it. He darted to the kitchen, thinking he could do his business in the sink, but then he spotted it: a tea pitcther. He unscrewed the lid, did what he needed to do, put the lid back on, and then, completely forgetting what he had just done, he put the jug back in the fridge.

Morning came. Breakfast. In the morning, before the yate, the liked to play a game called "Quick Guess", where they would sing a line from a song and the others would try to guess it. It was Russel's turn. "Rhythm, you have it or you don't, that's a policy-" "Clint Eastwood!" Noodle blurted. "Correct." Russel said happily. Noodle's turn. "Windmill, windmill for the land-" "Feel Good Inc." Murdoc said. His turn. "Got the cool, got the cool shoeshine-" "19-2000!" 2D said. After a couple more rounds, Noodle pointed to Murdoc again. "Your turn." He groaned. "I don' wont to do it again." He replied. He turned to the fridge and began rummaging around. Suddenly, he cried out, "Sweet Satan, wot is this?" For a moment, Russel was confused. Then he remembered the day before. Murdoc must have taken a sip from the tea pitcher. "Is this piss?" Murdoc demanded. "Maybe…" Russel said sheepishly, turning red. "Then wot the hell is it doing in the fidge?" Murdoc screamed. "I, uh… Forgot." Russel stated. "Well maybe next time you won't forget!" Murdoc yelled, throwing the jar's contents on Russel. "What. The. Hell." He said, pronouncing each word carefully. "You deserved it." Murdoc said, as if it were obvious. "Well I think you deserve this!" Russel said, grabbing a frying pan from the cabinet. Before Murdoc could stop him, the pan made contact with his face, knocking him to the floor in a crumpled heap. "Russel!" Noodle shrieked. "You could have killed him!" She said. "And why do you care?" Russel screamed, his voice rising with every word. "I… I have my reasons." Noodle said, twirling a strand of her purple-black hair.

The next morning, Murdoc awoke on the kitchen floor. Russel was sitting at the table, staring a t him with his piercing white eyes, apparently deep in thought. "Wot the hell happened to me?" Murdoc said groggily. "I hit you with a frying pan." Russel simply stated. "Why?" Murdoc demanded, his groggy voice becoming angered. "Because you were being a complete and utter jack ass." Russel said. "You wanna call me that again, Lards?" Murdoc said menacingly. "Yep, he's fine." Russel said with a chuckle.