She was fluffy...and pink. Fluffy and pink, not the two things you'd associate with the daughter of a Satanist. Still, there was no denying her parentage. Swaddled in a rotting towel, buried deep inside a decaying cardboard box was the 'fluffy pink' parcel, deep in a catatonic slumber. In her sleep she moved, jaunted to a beat running in her sleepy thoughts. A wild vein of lightning cracked high above her dreams, causing her to cry out profusely. It was the dead of night when she bellowed from her cardboard nest on the hill of Kong, waking up the sleeping (or not so sleeping) inhabitants of the Kong Studios building.
"WHAT IN BEEZLEBUBS NAME IS THAT AWFUL NOISE! I SWAER IF IT'S YOU VILLAGE KIDS, I WILL RIP YER HEADS OFF!" a man screeched from inside. The sounds of an elevator shaft clunking down to the entrance of the building were heard by the wailing baby, making her cease.
"'ELLO? ANYONE OUT THERE! OII!- Oh! What-who are you!" the man opened the door, screaming into the ever present wicked weather of Kong. He was stunned, however, when he saw the baby, her grey eyes shining like polished steel, skin stained olive and her hair a black, curly mop atop her finely cut face.
Murdoc considered the child for a minute and pulled the box indoors with the toe of his precious Cuban heels, the baby giggling with excitement.
"OI, RUSS! RUSS! GET DOWN 'ERE! 2D! NOODLE! GET DOWN 'ERE NOW!" he bellowed into the bowels of Kong. Rubbish and toys of all sorts littered the floors, lights hung low and awful tags were carelessly sprayed onto the walls.
The lift clunked and squealed under the weight of it's passengers. When the doors opened, they came out one by one, smallest to tallest, subconsciously. First was a tiny Japanese girl, a large gas mask covering her face, her jet black hair jutting out from the loops at the back of the mask. She wore a patched, blue tunic along with a pair of Japanese-style sandals complete with little white sock.
"Nani ga, Murdoc-san, sore o nanidesu ka?" she burbled, her gas mask making her speech slightly robotic.
"Yeah, what Noods said...what's goin' on Muds?" said a large man, emerging from the lift. He was a big guy, a tall and rounded African-American, his accent hailed from that of a 'Brooklynite'. His clothing was laid back, t-shirt, jeans and a pair of sneakers. Comfortable and easy to work in.
"Look at this! Look at it!" Murdoc hissed, pointing at the child in the box.
Noodle squealed and ran to it, shouting in her confusing tongue. She ripped off her mask, not to scare the child, and picked up the little girl, cradling it gently.
"Airashii, chīsana ningyō." She cooed, tapping its button nose. The baby burbled, giggling at every word.
"Translation!" Murdoc cried, jabbing his thumb at the two.
Russ scratched his neck. "Urh, something about dolls...cute...urh. That's all...Yo D! C'mere! Take a look at what Muds has found!"
The last to stumble out from the elevator was a staggering, blue haired, zombified pretty-boy known as 2D. He lurched over, his height giving him obvious instability. His eyes were glossy ebony and his clothing seemed a little too small for him.
"Wot is et? Aye? Wot's dat'?" he asked, his high-pitched Cockney accent ringing through the babbling and the Japanese cooing.
"I found this thing on our doorstep, wailing away." Murdoc spat at the taller man.
"Heyo! It's got green skin! Look at that! It's a mini-Muds! HA! A baby Murdoc!" Russ laughed.
"WHAT! IT DOESN'T LOOK A THING LIKE ME!" Murdoc yelled, spittle flying everywhere in Russel's face. Still this didn't cease the giggles erupting from the hefty black man.
"Heh, dude! Use protection next time!" Russ said between barks of laughter.
"Shut it! Look I found this thing, so you lot have got to help me get rid of it!" Murdoc ordered.
"Rasseru wa, watashi wa sore ga aru kamo shirenai?" Noodle asked sweetly, holding the child up to Russel. Noodle knew that Russel couldn't turn her down like that, so she smiled, wrinkling her eyes tightly.
"Aw, sure thing sweetie." He cooed at her, causing her to run off with the child to who knows where.
"WHAT! Russ did you just let Noodle keep it! Why! WHY!" Murdoc cried, looking aghast.
"Aw shut up, Muds let her have her fun. Maybe she'll get bored of her? In the mean time, we have records to produce with Dan...get to it, white boy!" Russ waved off the raving mad Satanist, walking into the lift.
"You comin', 2D?"
"Wot? Oh yeah, sure Russ. What do yer fink we should call it? The baby, I mean." 2D asked nonchalantly.
"Adren. Done." Murdoc hissed.
