AN: Welcome to my aray of oneshots! I'd like to state that some of these oneshots will be a bit darker than most one shot stories. I know many oneshot series are very fluffy and cute, but this series will be a mix between fluff, angst, humor, and anything in between! Also, I will always put up warnings before I post anything too sensitive. There are no warnings for this first story except for swearing. Please leave a review leaving constructive criticism or just letting me know if I'm doing a good job. It really motivates me to write! Enjoy!
Phase 1:
It had been a normal day at the record store. A few old punk rockers in their forties came in raving about how records sounded much better than the CDs that the kids now had, a few teens came in looking for some trendy CDs, and a few others had passed through on the bland day. The large African-American worker checked the time. It was about time took a break. He looked over to the only other worker there, a 19 year old blonde with a bunch of piercings.
"Ima go out for a smoke, Stacy", he hollered before making his was out of the check out. Stacy nodded her head before going back to sorting records. The American walked out to the back of the store, where there was an alleyway to take his break.
He saw a gangly man walking down the alleyway. It was very unusual. The only people that usually walked down the alley way were the trash collectors or other store workers coming out for their break. The large man decided to shake off the weary feeling he got. He stubbed out his cigarette and walked back in the store.
He saw the man out in the alley way walk into the store a few seconds latter. He went up to the blonde worker before asking her something. "Uh… I don't know if we have that, but I'll check the back", she replied before checking the storage room. The man smiled and walked up to the American at the counter.
"Excuse me, do you know if you carry 'Johnny B Goode'? Like, the single, not the whole damn album with it. I asked the blonde… Stacy was it?, and she said she didn't know".
"I don't know, man. I know we got some of Chuck Berry, but I don't think we have just his singles. You could check-"
Before the man knew it, the little Brit had thrown a bag over his head. "What the hell! Get this thing off- Ah!". The Brit had kicked him where the sun doesn't shine. He had been pushing and shoving the large man out of the store through the back exit.
"Shut up or I'll shoot ya", he whispered before shoving the man out the door. The Brit forced the large American into his car parked in the alleyway and sped off.
When he had finally stopped the car, he pulled out the large man and escorted him into Kong Studios. "I swear I'll shoot ya!", he kept on saying. They kept on walking until the pair had made it into the studio section of the house. The Brit tied him up to some chair and laughed before pulling the bag off his head.
The American studied his environment. Why was he in a recording studio? "What the fu-"
"Shut up!", the Britt yelled. "Now you listen, you're gonna listen to me and listen to this music and-"
Just then, the door to the studio opened. A young man, maybe even a teenager, walked in. He was tall and gangly, blue haired, had black eyes, and looked fairly confused. He had a few papers in one hand a cigarette in another. "Bloody Hell!", he yelped. "Murdoc, what's going on?", he asked.
The other Brit, presumably named "Murdoc", smiled a wretched grin. "You told me earlier", he proceeded in a terrible cockney accent, " 'If ya want the American bloke so bad, why ain't ya go out an' get 'im'. So, for the first time, I listened to ya!". Murdoc proceed to laugh hysterically.
The bluenette looked horrified. His eyes were huge and his mouth gaped open. "That's not what I meant!", he nearly screeched in horror. He turned to the American. "I'm sorry! I don't quite know exactly what Murdoc did, but I don't fink it was nice", he apologized.
"Shut up, Two Dents! Let me finnish this conversation. Go get me the recordings!", Murdoc command before the bluenette left the room. "Anyways", Murdoc started. "I am the leader of the upcoming band Gorilla. I've heard around that you are a magnificent drummer. It just so happens that we need a drummer, So, I was wondering if-"
"Hold up", the American interrupted. "You mean to say that you kidnapped me, threatened to shoot me, and tied me up just to ask me to join your band? Because that sounds like a load of-"
"I'm not asking you to join. You're gonna play drums in this album even if it's against your will", Murdoc interjected.
The American scoffed. Did this scrawny little man really think he could intimidate him? Sure, he had listened to this Murdoc guy as he was being kidnapped, but that was simply because he had threatened to shoot him. The American looked around, there were no guns in sight, Murdoc must of been bluffing.
The American flexed his arms, and the ropes tying him down snapped. He stood up from his chair and shook off the roped. The Murdoc guy looked horrified as his captive broke loose. Much to Murdoc's surprise, the large man sat back down on the chair and said, "Well can I listen to some of your demos?".
Murdoc was taken back. Why would this man willingly listen after being kidnapped? "Uhhh… the singer is getting them. He'll be here soon if he doesn't get lost,": he joked maliciously. "By the way, the name's Murdoc".
"Russel", was all the American said before shaking hands.
A few seconds later, the blue haired singer returned with a cassette. "I fink these are the right ones, Muds. It's the tracks for 5/4 and uh, Clint Eastwod. Paula wouldn't let me take any of the other ones. She said she was workin' on them".
Murdoc took the cassette and looked happy enough. "Alright Dent Face, why don't you sit down?". The singer sat down in a chair in between Russel and Murdoc. He turned and faced the drummer.
"Oh, I'm 2-D, by the way."
"I'm Russel. You know, I've never met a '2-D', before".
"Oh, that ain't me real name. It's a nickname I got from Murdoc over here. The real name's Stuart".
"Shut it, dullard", Murdoc hissed as he put the cassette in. Fast, loud, and rowdy music started playing. Russel listened intently, nodding and making comments ever so often. After he listened, he sat back for a second thinking.
"Well, what did ya fink?", 2-D asked hopefully.
Russel inhaled sharply. "Hmm… Listen, I think what you guys are onto is really good. I think with some work, it could really hit the billboards. I'll drum for the album, willingly, as long as you take in considerations of mine", he said in his New York accent.
"Like what?", Murdoc asked.
"Well", Russel started with a smile, "How do you think a rap would sound in Clint Eastwood?".
AN: That's it! I hadn't really read any fanfictions bout Russel's kidnapping although there are tons about Noodle arriving and even some about 2-D being woken up from his vegetable state. So… yeah. Please leave a review and have a good day :)