Dallon Weekes and Damon Albarn beat tf out of the opps

Chapter 1: The meeting

Today was the day. Silas and Charlie walked up to the warehouse nervously as if they weren't the ones who set this up in the first place. They were there early. They had to make sure that they were there before the two singers so they can act all tough and mysterious for some reason. "I'm scared." Silas mumbled. "Don't be. It's not like Dallon Weekes himself is going to hit you with a bass because you messed up on your words." Charlie said casually, even though he was nervous to.

They walked into the dimly lit building and set up four chairs and a table, two chairs on two sides facing across from each other. They made sure to give themselves spinny chairs so they can turn to the other two like cool villains. They suddenly heard a car pulling up on the rocky terrain. "Crap crap crap!" Silas mumbled nervously. "You can swear you know?" Charlie remarked. "I don't feel like it." Silas answered as they both scrambled for their chairs, swiveling them around so they weren't facing the other chairs. They heard another car pull up. Silas looked at Charlie with wide eyes. "W-w-w-w-what if it's the police?!" He whisper-yelled. Charlie didn't think about that. "Probably not I doubt they-" Charlie was cut off by the door opening.

They heard two people slowly walk up to the chairs. The loud sound of the chairs moving out of the ground almost made Silas flinch. The second they heard the creek of two people sitting down they swiveled around to face them. "We've been expecting you." The two friends said in sync. They were both internally freaking out at the sight of Dallon Weekes and Damon Albarn sitting right in front of them, and also because they managed to say the exact same thing at the same time, which they do to often.

"So, what's the plan?" Dallon asked, his voice echoing throughout the mostly empty warehouse. "We have to beat the opps!" Charlie exclaimed, slamming a fist on the table for dramatic effect. "They can't just keep getting away with the actions they do." Silas added, his head down. He was clearly thinking of a way to properly do this. "So, boys, here's the plan." Charlie began.

*after explaining the plan because idkhow to explain it*

"So, what do you say?" Charlie asked, extending his hand. Silas quickly and awkwardly copied. "We're in." Damon Albarn answered, shaking the teenagers' hands. Dallon nodded and did the same. "There's a ton of weapons in the corner, feel free to pick out whatever suits you. Make sure to grab two just on case." Silas explained, pointing to the dark corner filled with a ton of weapons.

All four of them walked up and rummaged around. Charlie picked a rifle, holding it up like it was an object sent from the heavens. Silas picked up a bow and arrow. Charlie knocked it out of his hand. "The last time you used one of those you somehow 'accidentally' shot yourself." He pointed out. Silas rolled his eyes and picked up a switchblade, storing it in his pocket. He also grabbed brass knuckles and put them on his hand. Damon got a...guitar???Oh well, it would work. As well as a bat with nails on it. Dallon grabbed an axe and frozen Dr Pepper.

Silas looked over at Charlie. "Where's your second weapon?" He asked. Charlie suddenly ran off. He came back two minutes later pushing a massive meat grinder over to the others. "Tada!" He huffed, out of breath from how hard it was to push. All three of them just stared at him for a bit. "We are NOT bringing that. It'd be too much to push." Silas said with confusion, horror, and mild annoyance. "I know. I'm saving it for later though." Charlie shrugged. Silas thought that he was insane but decided to go with it.

"Well, what should we call ourselves?" Damon asked. Silas glanced away. "I don't think we should have a name for thi-" "The opp destroyers!" Charlie interrupted. Silas slowly turned towards Charlie. "That is the... best name ever!" Silas remarked. "Thanks! Let's make out, right here right now!" Charlie replied before grabbing Silas. Before they could get any action they were interrupted. "Guys... we need to know who we're going after." Dallon pointed out.

Both Silas and Charlie looked at him blankly before slowly letting go of each other. They looked at each other before looking back at Dallon. "Oh well...we have a list." Silas explained. He slowly pulled it out of his pocket...