Author: Whoa Tamo
Title: Feel Good Inc.
Rating: R
Pairing: M/M, M/F, F/F (Murdoc/2-D, Murdoc/Random chicks, Random chick/random chick). All in later chapters.
Warning: This story contains a good deal of drugs, sex, violence and hardcore music (I guess the music thing isn't something to be warned about, but whatever).
Summary: When Murdoc's friend Miro has outstayed her welcome at Kong Studios, she sends them to her favorite hangout; Feel Good Incorporated, a place where-literally-anything goes.
Disclaimer: I don't own Gorillaz or anything associated with them, such as their Geep. I also don't own Kirby's Dreamland, iPods or Gameboys. I do, however, own Miro, so don't steal her. I also own this story concept, which means that if you take it I'll make your life a living hell.
Authoress Ramblings: Well, it's the second chapter already. I might end up cranking these out, but at the same time I might just be on a writing streak and then never get around to the later chapters. I don't know, I'm not sure. Either way, I hope everyone enjoyed the first chapter…I know I enjoyed writing it. If anyone thought the first chapter was dull, or this or that blah, blah basically anything that would be considered a flame, then fuck you up the arse with a ten foot dildo. I don't have the patience to deal with flamers; in fact, I don't really have the patience to deal with any bullshit what-so-ever. Well, read and review as always…please. I'd like to know what people think of this story so that I don't feel like I'm wasting my time.
The Drive There
Even though neither Miro nor Noodle were going to be joining the boys at Feel Good Incorporated, the two decided to go along for the ride, and because Murdoc had no idea how to get there on his own. Miro tried drawing Murdoc a map on a napkin, but as soon as she drew over the last few digits of a particularly seductive girl's phone number, Miro's drawing was put to a sudden end. Driving the Geep was Murdoc, who was scowling sourly while Miro, in the middle of the backseat, kept her head near his to constantly screech out directions. Noodle's Nintendo Gameboy glowed dully as she played the classic "Kirby's Dreamland" and listened to her newly purchased iPod. On the far right of the backseat sat Russel, who was attempting to play solitaire but kept failing by dropping the deck of cards each time Murdoc's terrible driving caused the Geep to jolt. The last occupied seat, the front passenger's "shotgun" chair, was holding Stuart Tusspot, better known as 2-D. The lead singer of Gorillaz had a melancholy expression on his face as he gazed out the foggy, rain splattered window. Stale air blew gently against his face and through his hair, drying his eyes and making him blink. He sat curled into a ball, which was very uncomfortable, but he was too tired to move at the moment; all he could focus on was the bleary, wet, and slightly shiny scenery flashing before his uncomfortably dry eyes.
Dust collected into a whirlwind from the A/C and aggravated Murdoc's already sensitive eyes. He closed his left eye, as it was much more easily irritated then the right (for fairly obvious reasons), and swerved slightly as he did so. His vision was terrible enough as it was, but with only one eye focused on the road and his unkempt hair blocking part of his vision, Murdoc was headed for disaster. Well, he would have been headed for disaster had they not already reached the large tower that was, apparently, Feel Good Incorporated.
Four doors opened and closed. Five people stepped onto the pavement. Only three members of the party stayed to gaze up inquisitively at the looming tower before them. Noodle had taken 2-D's spot and Miro found herself behind the wheel of the infamous Gorillaz Geep. Without giving any farewells of any kind, the two girls drove away; the three men strode slowly to the front doors, taking their time to admire the scene before them.
Even with all the differences between the motley crew, one thought floated through each of their minds. Was Feel Good Incorporated a good place, or bad? On the one hand it had the word "good" in its name, but on the other hand what sort of "good" place looked so ominous? Something in particular that bothered Murdoc, Russel, and 2-D was the fact that Feel Good Incorporated appeared to be abandoned, but they each knew that Miro had a strong desire, nay, a need to be around other people at all times.
Murdoc reached forward, being the most daring of the three, and grasped the door handle loosely; he gave a sharp tug, but the door didn't open. Turning to Russel and 2-D, he gave a shrug and leaned his back against the cold, wet glass of the door. His shirt was damp and he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, but he didn't move away. "I guess it's locked," he said with a nonchalant look on his face. 2-D pulled his arms into his shirt and crossed them to help keep warm while he danced around in circles, looking like a strange marionette with most of his strings broken. In the meantime the drummer of Gorillaz placed his hands behind his head and gazed up to try to spot the top of the tower; he squinted and even tried making his hands into binoculars, but to no avail. The top of the tower was quite possibly above the clouds themselves.
"FUCK!"
2-D spun around on one heel and nearly fell over; Russel looked sharply down to find Murdoc sitting on the ground, his legs splayed in a near split and a very uncomfortable look on his face. Before they could ask, all three noticed that the doors were open. A crackling sound startled 2-D, then a voice coming from a loud speaker kept his heart beating rapidly.
The voice was a woman's: smooth, seductive, and oddly enticing. It drew the men into the building after only saying, "Welcome to Feel Good Incorporated." Murdoc was first to walk in, limping slightly in discomfort as he went. Russel and 2-D followed behind him, Russel taking long strides and 2-D stumbling along in a confused manner. The doors closed behind them as the voice went on to simply say, "Remember to have fun."
End Ramblings: Again, I hope you enjoyed this chapter and are enjoying this story so far. Uh…yeah. I had fun writing it…again…um…not a whole lot new to say, sorry. Uh, please review.