multi-fandom oneshots ( mostly gorillaz and undertale)

He didn't start the fire.

( heya readers! Here's some TWS before we start this fic. this fic deals with house fires, severe burns on the flesh, depression, demonic possesion, and being held hostage. if you are made uncomfortable by any of these topics then please by all means don't read. otherwise please enjoy!)

     It had been about four years since the gorillaz had split up. Murdoc hadn't attempted to even contact Russell or 2d after they all went their own ways...he had isolated himself from everyone ... .no longer seeing a need to be around people unless he needed food or supplies. Murdoc was in his room strumming gently at his bass....trying to distract himself from the voices bombarding his mind with many unpleasant thoughts. He would silently mumble out the words to feel good inc to himself....doing anything to ignore his thoughts at this fucking point.

As murdoc sat in his room...his quite mumbling and bass would be overshadowed by the sound of....crackling flames.....murdoc quickly moves his eyes towards his doorway...his pupils narrow....seeing black smoke in the hallway....murdoc without thinking quickly drops his bass not needing any extra weight on him. He runs out to the hallway....seeing the studio....in flames....what.....murdoc felt panic set in....who....who would fucking do this?! Murdoc suddenly starts to violently hack and cough from the toxic fumes filling the studio. Even though this man has been smoking for well over a decade...this smoke still greatly affected him....he....he needs to fucking get out of here!

     Murdoc would run through the flames and smoke.....trying to one first the source of this fire...and....genuilly worrying for himself for once...normally he didn't give a flying fuck about his health....but.....he didn't want to go out this way! Murdoc would use his black sweater to cover his mouth doing his best to not inhale more of the dangerous fumes. As Murdoc runs through the building he suddenly loses his footing slamming down onto the ground onto his chest unable to catch himself.

Murdoc tries to force himself up but.....the smoke was finally affecting him...murdoc's breathing was becoming extremely raspy as he struggled with no success to get himself up. Murdoc's head was spinning to the point that any movement made him feel like he was going to fucking vomit. Murdoc has no choice as he temporarily passes out on the ground as his body attempts to give up. As the flames surround Murdoc he's suddenly brought into reality from immense pain coming from his chest. The fire had absolutely scorched up his sweater.....and it was burning the flesh off his chest. Easily eating through murdoc's flesh and tissue leaving his chest in an unfixable state. Murdoc was in complete and utter agony as he loudly cursed out. He clenches his eyes shut feeling the flames kissing his mutilated chest.

Murdoc felt a surge of adrenaline hit his veins.....he needs to fucking get out. Murdoc quickly forces himself up and runs faster then he has ever ran in his whole fucking life. He felt the flames still kissing the rest of his body, feeling his body being destroyed ... .come on murdoc....you need to get out. Murdoc notices the front door through all the smoke and flames....he clenches his eyes shut as he violently slams his body going through the glass door and getting many glass shards in his open burns. It hurt like hell....but....murdoc was alive....at least physically. 

  It took Murdoc a couple minutes before he could get himself off the ground clenching his sharp teeth in agony as he could feel the hundreds of open burns on his body....he looks at the studio ... .. it was... .unsalvageable.... He watched as a piece of it fell down to the graveyard below him and absolutely obliterated tombstones. He watched as the glass windows shattered from the immense pressure and heat of the fire. Murdoc felt....himself cry for once.....hot tears streaming down his face and making the burns on his face flare up in pain. Everything he worked for and the others worked for....all gone.....murdoc clenched his hands into fists as he felt overwhelming upset emotions fill his clouded soul temporarily distracting him from the physical pain.