One and a half =/= Lucid Scott =/ = GORILLAZ OC

Gotham City

On the 23rd of April, 1978, a set of twins were brought into this god awful world. Not in a hospital, in a dark alleyway in Gotham city. They were born to 18 year old Moxy Scott, and Marco Lee.

These kids were hardly something they wanted, assuming they are only 18, and already not on good terms with police. Not even touching on the fact they are homeless, and living off of scraps and stolen goods.

These twins names? May Lucid Damien Scott, and Mike Lucky Dan Scott.

Within  a week of having these twins, the couple were already sick of them.

Moxy: "Ew.. babies are disgusting. I honestly don't even know why I bother raising them. We could have left them in that box they were born in.."

Moxy mumbled while feeding the twins. Marco rolled his eyes with a sigh.

Marco: "Well we're in too deep now. Just savor this time While their young, they are going to grow up to be annoying, greedy little shits."

Moxy nodded in agreement, but also pure frustration.

The twins grew up, sleeping in old, damp, rotting cardboard boxes with the racoons. Unhygienic, but at least it was something.

Living in Gotham was such a weird thing as a baby. Constantly seeing a girl controlling rats, a clown, a green lady controlling vines and a black and red checkered jester. It was somewhat normal.

By the time the twins were 8, they were being left on their own. Sometimes, it was just a few hours while their parents robbed a bank, or stole stuff, but other days, they'd be left for weeks, made to fend for themselves.

May: "Alright Mike! Mama left us a bit of food in that box, but knowing her and Dad, they probably won't be back for a while. So going to make money!!"

Mike: "Oh..  and um. How would you do that..? We are kids..-"

May: "Easy! I can play the drums and sing!!"

May smiled, taking sticks and old trash can lids to assemble a drumset. Mike seemed.. unphased

Mike: "I mean.. Do what you want..  I'm just gonna 3njoy the time we have without dad.."

May did this, and was quite successful. She taught herself the drums and had quite a pretty voice. She earned 44 dollars in a week. She managed to buy food for her and Mike. But then, their parents came back. Hearing her drumming, Marco yelled

Marco: "LUCID?? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? WH- WHERE DID YOU GET ALL THAT MONEY? YOU MESSED UP THE TRASH CANS AND THERES RUBBISH EVERYWHERE!!"

May: "Dad! I am staring a business! I made a drumset, and am singing for money! I've already made 44 dolla-"

She's cut off by a slap to the face by Marco. He looked furious. As if you waved a red sheet in front of a bull

Marco: "YOU DO NOT DO STUFF LIKE THAT WITHIUT MY PERMISSION YA HEAR?."

May didn't know what to do. She looked up at her parents, afraid. She rubs her cheek, knowing she can't cry. She starts packing up her "drumset" and giving the money to Marco.

Marco is abusive. He doesn't care for the children. Nor does Moxy. The kids didn't know why, they just tried their best to not piss their parents off.

May did this whole 'music' thing behind her parents backs though, getting money to support her and Mike. Mike was a very sensitive kid, so May wanted to protect him.

Alot of days would result in May getting hit, slapped, or yelled at for doing something wrong. She wasn't the brightest kid, but she didn't deserve that.

One day though, in the cold, November of 1988,  the parents went off,and didn't come back. Because when 4 weeks passed, a group of police officers approached the alley. May and Mike were scared, not knowing what was going to happen.

Officer 1: "are you kids alright?"

May: "Uh, yeah, we are okay. Who are you.. what do you want?"

Officer 2: "Well, we are here to take you to an adoption center. Your parents have been jailed for the murder of  ****** ******"

The kids were shocked. They didn't want to go but before they knew it, they were in the police car, crying.

Police tried to get them a home, a loving family, but no. The kids ran from all 7 centers they were put in. And the centers wouldn't take them back. Police decided it would be best to move them to a center in England. Gotham was far too dangerous, and  this place in England seemed very promising.