This chapter was concieved to the tracks from Monkey: Journey to the West. Yes, Jamie Hewlett and Damon Albarn did it, so, yes, it's fucking amazing.
I don't own Gorillaz.
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Something felt...off. 2D opened his eyes, only to close them again with a squeak of fear. Everything was huge! "Wot the bleedin' hell?!" he shouted. He was laying in his bed in Kong, but it was so big! "Bloody hell!" he shouted. It didn't matter now; nobody would hear him, anyway. His voice was now teeny. 2D crawled out, looking around his humongous room. "Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! Shit a thousan' times ovah!" he shouted, shaking his tiny fists in the air. Anyone listening would have heard squeaks. Why did this happen to him of all people. There were plenty of other people it could have happened to.
After a few more minutes of freaking right-the-fuck out, he sat down, contemplating what to do next. It was surprising, for the singer usually never sat down and thought about something; he usually just said the first thing that jumped in his empty head. 2D glanced at his clock. 5:30. a.m. He climbed over the wrinkled sheets, leaning his blue head over the side of his matress. "Woah." he breathed. It looked like a long way down. Plopping down, indian-style, he crossed his arms. "Well, fuck." He would just have to wait until his bandmates woke up.
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Noodle narrowed her eyes, rubbing her temples. Murdoc and Russel's arguing was rubbing her the wrong way. Finally, she just slammed her fist on the table, startling the two bickering men. "Ok! Instead of arguing about 2D, I'll go get him! Kuso!"
They blinked, watching her storm out of the recording studio. Murdoc cleared his throat. "Well, I guess we're takin' a break..."
Noodle stomped to the singer's room, muttering curses in her native tongue. She smacked the singer's door a few times. "2D-chan, wake up!" She waited a moment, her hands on her hips, then opened the door, an angry look on her normally serene face. "2D, I said--huh?" Noodle stared at the tiny figure fighting off Cortez. She gasped, smacking at the large black bird. He cawed, flying away in anger. The little man collapsed backwards, panting.
The guitarist turned back to the singer, staring at him incredulously. "2D-kun?" she mouthed, poking the tiny man. He twitched, opening his eyes. "2D," Noodle said flatly, "you're, ano, you're like, 10 inches tall." The singer nodded his head slowly, as if Noodle was the dim one. He bit his tiny lips. "Fanks for gettin' 'im away, love." He gasped, pasisng out in the guitarist's hand. She gasped, also, sticking him down her shirt. She scurried out of his bedroom, hurrying back to her waiting bandmates.
The Jap slammed the door, making sure to put on her 'angry face'. "2D-kun is not feeling well, and neither am I." Murdoc narrowed his eyes, then popped his neck. "Fine." Rusel said, taking a drag of his cigar. Noodle nodded, then stomped to her room, putting on the 'I'm-upset-with-you-for-shouting-so-freaking-much' show for them. But once in her room, she pulled out a clearly blushing and frightened 2D. "Love," he gasped, "did you 'ave to stick me in yer shirt?" She blushed, thn shrugged. "It was the spur of the moment." The singer nodded, collapsing onto his backside. "Right."