Authors Note: My first fic! This is just chapter one, I may continue it tomorrow. Reviews are greatly appreciated! :D
Disclaimer: I'm sure you know that I don't own Gorillaz.
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Noodle sat in her little chair in her little room watching her little television playing the best and worst moments of her short life. It showed her jumping out of her crate into the living room of Kong studios, playing her first concert, getting drunk for the first time and the moment she realized she had fallen for the tall, blue haired singer, 2D. She looked away from the heart wrenching images to look around. Again.
Ugh, what a stupid design for hell. She thought. It wasn't the firey, evil bat cave the media had made it out to be. She was in a small room that was completely white with one large, dark window that she knew people would look at her through. She was glad she never had to use the facilities or undress. But she knew evil spirits (or something of the sort) would look through the one-way glass and laugh at her as they watched her being tortured with images of her own life.
There was one door that locked from the outside with a PA system mounted above it. In the center of the room was her little chair that she would sit on to (literally) watch her life flash before her eyes. From time to time a voice would come over the PA and tell her she would be going for a walk. A large man in a dark suit would unlock the door and walk her down a dimly lit hallway where she would look through other windows and watch the lost souls enduring their own personal torture. Some had been forced to put up with physical pain, others psychological, like herself.
She walked over to her window and slammed her fist on the glass. From the other side, she heard a small yelp and the scuttle of feet from the pigs who had been observing her pain. She smiled darkly. Almost laughed. Almost.
"MISS NOODLE," An irritatingly shrill voice called out over the PA. "WE HAVE A SPECIAL TREAT FOR YOU TODAY." She tried to yell some curse words back, but she had had her voice taken away temporarily for "verbally abusing the guards". So she spat at the PA instead. "NOW, NOW. WE'LL HAVE NONE OF THAT." The voice boomed. "WHY DON'T WE TAKE A LOOK AT WHAT YOUR LITTLE BUDDIES UPSTAIRS HAVE BEEN DOING, SHALL WE?"
Noodle froze. She turned towards the TV as the intro from the new Gorillaz album, Plastic Beach, began playing. She walked over to her chair and sat down. She saw Murdoc, writing song lyrics and what looked like a to-do list on a large notepad. She saw Russel, sitting in an apartment that was much too small for his large body. And finally, 2D. Her heart practically dropped out of her chest. Her eyes welled up with tears as she watched him pop pill after pill into his mouth. How old were these images? What if he had overdosed? What if he was dead?! She slammed her head against the back of the chair for such a thought. Why would he kill himself over her? She didn't see herself as anything special.
"THIS ALL HAPPENED ABOUT THREE YEARS THESE MEN ARE ON A FLOATING ISLAND IN THE MIDDLE OF THE SEA AND HAVE RECORDED A NEW ALBUM. WITH A REPLACEMENT YOU. A ROBOT, IN FACT. I'M SORRY, MISS NOODLE, BUT YOU'RE EASLIY REPLACEABLE. EVEN IF THE ANDROID BREAKS, MURDOC WILL MAKE ANOTHER. AND ANOTHER. UNTIL HE EVENTUALLY DIES AND IS STUCK WITHIN THESE WALLS WITH YOU."
By now, the song Empire Ants was playing, and Noodle practically had flames shooting out of her ears.
"You're lying." She whispered in a hoarse voice. Even she was surprised that her voice was back, but it felt like a lobster clawing its way out of her throat. She heard quiet worried voices in the background from the PA. She stood up and faced it. "My friends would never abandon me. Not 2D, not Russel, NOT EVEN MURDOC!" she screamed defiantly.
She bolted towards the door. She pounded and kicked, but the door wouldn't budge. The window... she thought. With one swift kick, the glass shattered and an alarm sounded. "Shit." She mumbled. She had to get out. Fast.