multi-fandom oneshots ( mostly gorillaz and undertale)

WHAT DO YOU HAVE?! KNIVES! NO-

       It was an early morning in the studio. 2d was still sleeping off some alcohol and Russell had to rush out to grab some groceries since the studio was pretty low on food. Murdoc meanwhile is half asleep in the recording studio. He's chugging a cup of black coffee while working on repairing the strings on noodle's guitar. They were getting really worn out and he preferred that his niece didn't accidently hurt herself with a string finally snapping on her fingers. Despite Murdoc being warned by Russell that noodle would probably wake up before he gets home, that didn't bother Murdoc in the slightest. His niece is smart and knows how to fend for herself. She's eight years old after all.

As murdoc finished up the strings and started tuning noodle's guitar his concentration would temporarily be broken hearing a knock on the recording studio door. He sighed, getting up before opening the door. Noodle stood there yawning while still in her pajamas. " Where's dad and 2d uncle murdoc? " Murdoc sighed as he took this moment to crack his knuckles, already feeling his hands getting stiff from the positions he had put them in. "Your dad is out getting some groceries and Stu is just sleeping in. Did you need something kiddo? " Noodle, despite not wanting to be a bother to her uncle, easily able to see that he was busy, felt her stomach slightly rumble. "I'm really hungry ... .but I can try to make breakfast. "Murdoc, despite trusting his niece, wasn't too sure if having her make breakfast by herself was a good idea...but she's clever. He sighed nodding. " Alright, sure kiddo. Just be safe and if you need help just yell ok? " noodle would simply nod as she walks to the kitchen letting murdoc finish his work on her guitar. 

      Noodle would quickly grab a chair from the dining table using it as a makeshift step stool to get to the cabinets. She would open the mostly bare cabinets looking through them for anything easy for breakfast. Eventually she would find some instant oatmeal packets. Despite there not being much for her to add to the plain oats she knew that there was still some fruit in the fridge. She hops down from the chair scooting it back where it belongs before getting to work. Despite knowing the stove would get the water hotter, Noodle would honestly prefer to not listen to dad and her uncle bickering over her accidently burning herself or something. She would grab a cup of water and put it in the microwave before pouring the dry oats in a bowl and going to hunt down what fruit was in the house.

After a couple seconds noodle finds some slightly ripe but still usable bananas and some strawberries that were from a recent trip to the farmers market that Russell took her to. Noodle as the water continues to boil opens the drawer that Russell keeps his kitchen tools in. Despite every once in a while watching Russell cook noodle couldn't remember for the life of her which knife he uses for fruits and vegetables. Uncle Murdoc probably knows though! Noodle would grab a couple of the knives carefully holding them in her hands as she walked to the studio door calling out. " UNCLE MURDOC WHICH KNIFE DOES DAD USE ON FRUIT AND VEGETABLES? " 

     Murdoc, who had finished his work on noodle's guitar and was finishing off his cup of coffee for the day, would perk his head up at the question. Oh sweet satan she's trying to use a knife. He sighed, finishing his coffee before walking over and opening the studio door. " it's one of the small knives- " murdoc would look at his niece with his working pupil quickly narrowing as he loses his words. Noodle had about six of the biggest kitchen knives in her hands. Despite noodle seeing it simply as a normal question murdoc looked like he was thinking that his niece was about to fucking murder him. Noodle seemed to notice this and slightly confused would question her uncle. " Are you ok uncle murdoc- " murdoc would gently cut off his niece as he finally came back to the reality that his eight year old niece is holding extremely sharp and dangerous items in her hands. " kiddo please go put the bloody knives away-i'll help you finish breakfast. " it would finally dawn on noodle why her uncle was so startled. You would think after secretly watching horror movies with her brother that she would of realized how fucked up this probably looked to murdoc. She would quickly listen to her uncle going to put the knives away as murdoc takes a moment to fucking catch the breath that he had been holding in his throat.

After gaining his composure Murdoc would walk into the kitchen sighing as he watched his niece mix up the oatmeal. " You nearly gave me a bloody soul attack kiddo. " noodle would glance at her uncle as he starts slicing up the fruit, feeling slightly bad. " i should've known better- " murdoc would quickly cut off his niece while shaking his head. " you're still a kid. Sure you're becoming very independent and I'm proud of you but you're still only eight years old. I should have come out here to make sure you were safe. " murdoc honestly ... .even at noodle's age...never really had help with stuff like this. He was just expected to know how to not hurt himself and how to do everything by himself. He hated knowing that he was, even if it was by accident that he was...kind of putting those same expectations on noodle. 

       Noodle would just quietly listen to her uncle's words as she adds a bit of sugar to the now warm and well mixed oats. She would look up at him. " I'm glad to know that I make you proud uncle murdoc. " noodle would smile slightly. Murdoc would look at his niece and couldn't help but smile at that. Her adorable little smiles were infectious to the whole house. Even if they were having a bad day, if noodle is happy then the rest of the studio usually was too. After a couple minutes and after murdoc got himself another cup of coffee and a leftover slightly stale bagel the two would go sit down at the dining table.