(A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a bit. XD)
Disclaimer: Don't own the Gorillaz. They belong to Hewlett and Albarn.
2-D snapped his fingers in front of Murdoc's face. " Muds! Stop staring at me like I just solved a murder mystery! You're freaking me out…" The satanic bassist just started to mumble something with the words "fucking" and "dullard" used a couple of times. Yeah. He must've snapped out of it.
Noodle stared at what word 2-D wrote. "Eldoon, Noodle…. Huh, how about that? But what are they talking about by portal? And there's more than one. Does this mean they're in Kong? When did they come in?" Russel scratched his head. " I know this place is haunted with souls that died in the Hell Hole and stuff, but I've never noticed anything like this." 2-D thought for a bit. "Parallel world?" The Satanist slapped his face. " What the fuck does you fucking mean by a fucking para-fucking-llel world!" The singer pouted. "Just a thought, Mr. Moody Murdoc. I don't see you giving any contribution of thought to this conversation of a mystery." "What's that supposed to mean, huh?" "I'm just saying that you should probably help. This can be serious."
Murdoc let go of his fist full of energy targeting 2-D's face. "I'm not going to even start." Russel ignored the usual bickering and stared at Noodle that was pacing the floor. She stopped in her tracks. " I think that 2-D can be right." Murdoc stared at her. " You seriously believe his opinion? It's one of the stupidest things I've ever heard in my life!"
Noodle put her finger to her chin. " No, no, I think he actually may be right. The mirror in my room was cracked smack in the middle with a hole large enough for me to probably crawl through." "Really, now?" "Hai. I think he may be onto something. I mean, backwards notes, names, and a hole in my mirror, seriously. 2-D can be right." Murdoc stared at 2-D playing with a pencil between his fingers. " Him? Seriously? 2-D being able to figure out something I can't? Get out of here." 2-D shrugged. "One way to find out. Everyone go check out the mirrors around Kong. Especially your rooms." Russel nodded. "Agreed. There's more than one around here. We should check."
And so, the band spread out. 2-D checked out his room. Large pieces of glass on the bed and floor lay scattered around like some kind of explosion had happened. Oh yeah. Whatever it was, it came through his mirror. There was a large hole in the middle of it. Just how he had thought. (Interesting. 2-D's on a role in this story.)
Noodle went to go check her room once more if the mystery people of another place left a clue for her. Nothing. Just a big mess of wood shavings and glass was there. "They could've at least cleaned up. I hate a messy room. Explains why I rarely go into Murdoc's Winnebago. How in the world can he live like that? Unbelievable."
Grumbling, Murdoc walked to his Winnebago. "What the bloody HELL!" He noticed that the tires popped. Pieces of glass were stuck in them. "Where the fuck did the broken glass come from?" He stepped in his Winnebago found his beer bottles shattered with the fridge still open. "My good stash! Whoever did this owes me money, damn it!" Murdoc went to the front and sat in the driver's seat to bum a cig. The side view mirrors of the Winnebago were broken. "So that explains the busted tires. Damn it." He shoved his cig in the ashtray that was beside him.
Russel was in his room checking for anything suspicious. Yeah. Just what he had feared. The ceiling was busted with bullets that were lined up in the shape of an "L". "Oh, what a pleasant surprise. Great. Just great. What a way to spend the early morning. I'd rather be trampled over by fans than have THIS happen. Jeez."
They all met back in the living room. Murdoc smuggled something like "Can't believe that bastard stole my stash." 2-D was the only one happy at the moment. "I was right. Wow. Cool!" "2-D san, not a good time for a triumphant speech." "Yeah, dullard. Save it for AFTER we kick their arses to get them out of here." Russel came in last. " Hey fatty? What took you so long? Got stuck in between the elevator doors?" Russel snarled. Bet he wasn't in the mood to hear the cheesy comments from the 40 year old. Actually, he was never in the mood. Hey, who can blame him, right?
BAM!
Murdoc was under the table. "Ok, who the hell just shot a gun off in here?" 2-D squinted his eyes at a girl holding a gun in the air in front of him. "N-Noodle? Is that you, love?" Noodle tugged at 2-D's sleeve. "Uh, 2-D? I'm right next to you. How can I be over there?" "If you're here, then who's that?"
The girl raised her head up. "I'm Eldoon, and these are my partners." Russel looked around. "What partners? I don't see anyone else here." Eldoon snapped her fingers and three shadows seeped through the cracks in the walls and stood next to her. "This is Codrum, Lessur, and D-2." The shadows gained human form and there stood other clones of the Gorillaz. Codrum was hiding behind D-2. The bassist groaned. "Oh great! My mirror self is a total wuss!"
(A/N: Thanks for the reviews and advice. Really helps me out. : D)