It's called Feel Good Inc, a gorillaz fanfic

"Hey, Murdoc! Check this out!" Murdoc was awoken from his sleep by 2-D's shrill voice. "Murdoc! Look-" Before 2-D could finish, Murdoc wrapped his hands around 2-D's neck and screamed, "WHAT THE FUCK IS SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU WOKE ME UP AFTER BEING IN A HANGOVER ALL LAST NIGHT!" 2-D gasped for breath as he said, "An invitation for a private concert…came in the mail…" Murdoc dropped 2-D and pulled the piece of paper out of the vocalist's hands. "Why didn't you tell me before, you damn idiot?"

2-D rubbed his bruised throat and said, "It's from a place called 'Feel Good Inc.'." Murdoc read the paper and nodded slightly. "Konichiwa, 2-D-san and Murdoc-san!" Noodle exclaimed as she and Russel entered the room. "What's up?" Russel asked. Murdoc thrust the paper at Russel's face and shouted, "We got a gig tonight! We're being hired to play at some place called…uh, I think it was 'Feel Good Inc.'." The moment Murdoc said this, Noodle fell onto her knees. Her body was shaking with fear and sweat dripped down her face.

"Noodle? Noodle! What's wrong! ANSWER ME, DAMMIT!" Russel shouted as he shook Noodle violently. Noodle smacked Russel's hands away and whispered, "Don't go there…I know about 'Feel Good Inc.'…It'll take you in and trap you…don't go…please don't go…" Russel looked at 2-D, who looked at Murdoc, looked back at Noodle. Murdoc wasn't sure what to do. Should he trust Noodle…or should he go to 'Feel Good Inc.'.

After a few moments, Murdoc said, "I've decided. We're going…" Noodle stood up and shouted, "FINE! YOU CAN GO AND RUIN YOUR DREAMS AND FUTURE, BUT I'M NOT!" Without another word, Noodle turned around and ran out the door. Murdoc sighed and left the room to take a shower. Russel followed him. Before 2-D left the room, he picked up a small charm that Noodle dropped when she ran away. He held it to his chest and whispered, "Noodle…"

"Feel Good…"

'God, how many times have I said that?'

2-D rubbed his throbbing temples and looked around. 'Feel Good Inc.' didn't make him 'feel good' at all. All it did was make his blood feel cold. The room they performed in was dark, dirty, and full of sluts who were after Murdoc's sex items. 'How…could I have not trusted her…?' he wondered as he walked over to the large window that overlooked the city. Through the dust and grim, 2-D could make out a windmill island slowly drifting off into the clouds. He also saw two helicopters chase after the island. A tear slid down 2-D 's cheek. He slumped to the ground and Noodle's charm rolled out of his pocket. 'Noodle…'