Dallon Weekes and Damon Albarn beat tf out of the opps

Chapter 0: An idea

It was a cold December afternoon as Silas and Charlie walked back from school, their footprints visible in the snow. "We can't just beat the opps ourselves, we need more help!" Silas explained, visibly nervous. "I don't care, I want to hit them with a train." Charlie snapped, clearly angry. He had heard about what Silas's opps had done and wanted nothing more than to throw them in a meat grinder.

Silas had felt the same about Charlie's opps but he knew that even if he were to try and kill the opps, they wouldn't be able to do it with just the two of them. They had to make a team.

"Wait, I have an idea!" Charlie exclaimed, pointing a finger up at the sky like a nerd. "We should make a team!" He suggested excitedly. "But with who? We hardly have any friends!" Silas questioned. Charlie smirked, looking down. "Heh, I have a few ideas..."

*after discussing their sigma plan*

"That's insane!" Silas exclaimed, he seemed to be the more rational one for once. Charlie turned towards Silas as he grabbed the key to his house out of his pocket. "I'll give you a smooch if you-" "Deal." Silas cut off. Charlie gave Silas a funny look before unlocking the door, both of them stepping inside. Silas looked around in astonishment. He had been in Charlie's house multiple times but he was always amazed by how nice it looked. They both sat down on the living room couch.

"Okay, so here's the plan." Charlie began as he set down his bag. He pulled out his home laptop, typing in the password. "So what I'm thinking is-" He was cut off by skibidi toilet blasting on his laptop. He desperately pressed the mute button but it still kept playing. He suddenly threw his laptop into the active fire place. He laughed nervously. "Anyways..." He coughed while rubbing the back of his head. Silas sighed and shook his head. He pulled out his own laptop.

"Now how do we do this, Char Char?" Silas asked, snapping his finger. Charlie had the sudden urge to beat the living hell out of Silas but held back, shutting his eyes and taking a deep breath before going back to Normal. He scooted closer to his best friend. "We're going to email Dallon Weekes and Damon Albarn to meet at a certain place." He explained. Silas thought that this definitely wasn't going to work out well. He typed in the two emails and began typing.

"To Damon Albarn and Dallon Weekes
      Hello singers, we have a humble request. There are multiple opps that we just can't beat by ourselves. We need to form a team, like the avengers or something. Anything will help, even if it's just two old men who make music. Of course you two will get something in return. Dallon, you get your 26k back. Damon, the charger incident will be forgotten by everyone. Consider it. Meet us at the old warehouse at [censored for legal reasons], Thank you."

"Aaaaand send!" Silas said as he clicked the send button. He crossed his arms and gave a satisfied smile. Charlie once again wanted to beat Silas up but didn't.

[Dallon's POV]

"Another boring day checking my emails..." I grumbled to myself as I walked up to my computer. I opened up my gmail and began looking. One email in particular caught my eye. It was a request. A request for help. I thought about it. Screw it. I typed out a quick response "I'll be there." And sent it. It would make life right now a little less boring at the moment. I didn't have any songs to record and I wasn't going to be on tour for a while. Sure I'd miss my wife but it'd be a cool story to tell.

[Damon's POV]

I had decided to check my emails in case the marketing team needed help or something. I saw something though. An email from someone I've never heard of before. Instead of throwing it away I opened it up. My eyes skimmed through it. Apparently some guy named Dallon was also joining the team. I suddenly read what I'd get in return. Well now I had to join! I booked a flight to [censored for legal reasons]. This would be interesting.