"Stories of the Inc."


Summary: A few short drabble-like stories written about Feel Good Inc.

(Yes! I can write more than just comedy!)

I don't own the Gorillaz, and I don't own Feel Good Inc. It's funny… you'd think with two more singles out since I'd be writing stories about them, but, no… I'm writing about Feel Good Inc. I suppose that just goes to show you that it STILL has a hold on me even after it's become a bit old. But anyways- it's time to go on to the first story.


One-way glass

Disclaimer: I don't own Feel Good Inc, or Noodle. But Aishi is mine. I only put her in for the reason that this story would not work without two characters to have dialogue.


Every year, the island passed closer to it.

It circled closer and closer, with its ever-persistent tail of helicopters, around the huge tower.

And every year, Aishi wanted more to find out what was in Feel Good Inc.

She complained to Noodle about it sometimes when the Asian girl was tuning her guitar.

"I'm sick of waiting around on this damn island! I wish we'd hurry up and crash into the tower or something. There's nothing to do in this hokey little place."

Noodle would shrug and say in her Japanese accent…

"When we get there, we get there."

Sometimes the girls would stand near the top of the island and watch the helicopters.

"Why do they always follow us? The island is fine on its own."

"I do not know," Noodle would answer. "Sometimes I wish they would leave us alone."

"They can't stop us from getting near the tower," Aishi would say with a raise eyebrow.

When the sky was clear on some days, Aishi could see that huge window on the side of the tower. She strained her eyes, leaned onto the very tip of the flying land mass, but she could never see inside.

Noodle wasn't immune to the curiosity. Sometimes she'd try and look, too. But Noodle had her guitar, and it was all she needed. Nothing in the Inc. could be better than this instrument. Her guitar had her soul in it.

The day came when the islet was close enough to the tower for Aishi to reach out her hand and touch it. Straining, stretching, she brushed her fingertips against the smooth stone triumphantly. Suddenly, there was a whirring and she new the helicopters were closing in on the island, trying to chase it in the opposite direction from the tower. She yanked her hand back and sighed. She'd have to wait until they got closer.

Neither of the girls was really sure about the outside of the island. They knew there was a city down there; they caught glimpses of it on days when there were no clouds. But it always seemed empty, lifeless. Besides the city, they knew very little. They knew about what the helicopters brought them, and about the things inside of the windmill. Late at night they'd stay up, and speculate about the "outside". Maybe it was a wonderful place, filled with candy and TV and music, the things the helicopters would only bring them in little tastes, and then take away. Maybe Feel Good Inc. WAS the world, and everyone had moved into the tower just like the people in the city down below. Maybe there were towers all over the world, where all the magic came from, and maybe more islands just like theirs with girls just like them.

And then the time finally came. Aishi awoke in the morning to see the island the closest it had ever gotten. The dirt edge was brushing the wall of the stone tower.

"Noodle! Noodle, get up quick!"

Noodle sat up, rubbing her eyes. "Nani? What is?"

"It's Feel Good Inc!" Aishi exclaimed, jumping up and down lightly. "We're here!"

She dashed to the end of the isle which was rubbing against the window, prepared to see all kinds of wonders. Instead she saw nothing.

The thick glass was mirrored. Aishi pushed her face up against it, resting a hand on its cool surface. She couldn't even make out the shapes of what lied inside of it.

Noodle frowned. "For many years we have wanted to know what is in the island. Will they not give us a trace, a warning?"

"What's it like in there anyways!" Aishi demanded.

Inside, one blue-haired figure rested his hand on the window, a gesture exactly mirroring Aishi's. "You don' wanna switch places wi' me," he said softly, knowing well that they couldn't hear him.

Noodle grabbed her guitar and stood up. "We must go into the Inc." she said calmly. "I believe we were meant to enter it."

Aishi nodded and a determined look crossed her face. "The tower has taunted us for too long."

Inside a look of regret crossed 2D's face. He would give anything for the chance that those girls had thrown away… for he knew that after meeting with the tower, the windmill took up a new flight, away from this place completely. And by the time it came back, it was too late. The Inc. had you.

You could see out of Feel Good Inc, but you couldn't see in.


Okay! The first story of this little… what do I call it, series… has been written. I know, it seems quite … stupid when you read it the first time, but look deeper. There are a lot of metaphors in this story, and nothing is what I call it. It's just me, attempting to be "deep" and "intelligent", and making myself sound like some stuck-up artsy writer. Anyways, read and review, and if it STILL doesn't make sense, just let me know and I'll explain a bit! There's nothing I love more than discussing something a little deeper than "look, bananas!" So… the next chap will be up in a bit, provided that anyone wants to hear it. LOVE YOU ALL! HAIL IL PALAZZO!