The Con (Gorillaz Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1- Kidnapping Spree

"But I don't want to do it."

Stuart Pots voice echoed into a long spider-web ridden hallway. The walls were covered in holes that looked like they had been punched in by a extremely stalwart object. The corners that connected the ceiling to the walls looked like a variety of bugs had settled into the webby substances and decided on a permanent home.

The pale creamish color wallpaper would most likely tear away if it was leaned on, and picture of a wrinkled flower was framed with a detailed copper looking border hung on the wall. It looked as if there were a bazillion shiny trinkets that devoured many of the things on the tables, covering up the semi-attractive decorations that had been neatly situated on top.

No one could see what a potential the house had to pretty or attractive to be in.

A small tint of bluish purplish light reflected on the wall looking like a platform of light had been smeared by a large hand covered in a light blue paint. Of course it was the boys shiny bristly looking hair. It reflected everywhere making the lighting in the room a tad bit more colorful. Stuart Pot, an imperially slim boy, stood meekly in the hallway battering his fingers together, with his back hunched over looking around nervously.

"You don't got a choice, do you? Dumb wad."

Murdoc Niccals stood beside Stuart.

A tall, light green fleshed man with black hair and two different eye colors. He was dressed in a sort of faded black shirt, along with the same colored pair of jeans. The attire he wore looked like a long pair of dark rompers.

"I don't know why 2D, but your seriously getting on my nerves today. Why cant you just cooperate?"

'2D.'

'2D' was Murdocs nickname for Stuart Pot.

His stage name. Everyone knew it. So much that when the two simple syllables '2-D' were mentioned, someone would automatically think it was the awkward, but fresh faced, blue haired boy from the alternative rock band, Gorillaz. It had become a very famous nickname indeed.

Stuart thought 2D, becoming his stage name wouldn't be such an exciting idea for him. An ideal he would have to live with until his career was over.

Which hasn't happened yet. After Murdoc revealed his name to the public as 2D, Murdoc pronounced that he was no longer to call him by his first name. It was decided that everyone in the band would call him 2D because of the two ghastly dents in his head that caused him to lose only a bit of eye sight, but his eyes grew immensely dark. Pitch black even, with no pupils in sight. All because Murdocs car had coincidentally flown into 2Ds face while he was working in a music shop, leaving him eyeless.

"I-I CAN'T DO IT" the boy yelped.

His peculiar British accented voice trickled along the sides of the wallpaper in the hallway. It sound like listening to a small child through a high pitched synthesizer. Most definitely someone heard him yell.

Stuart noticed Murdoc's face began to turn red behind his green ugly skin. His teeth clenched. He seemed so deeply frustrated with 2D that his eye started to ferociously twitch in the few seconds of silence. Yet, not a sound was to be heard the after he 2D shouted. But Murdoc scolded him anyways.

"SHUT UP YOU STUPID, THICK HEADED BIRD BRAIN. Do you know what would happen if we were to wake anything up???" Murdoc kept his yelling in a small tone. "My plan would be foiled. Foiled, shredded into pieces. AND IT TAKES ME QUITE A LONG TIME TO THINK OF THESE PLANS."

Whatever Murdoc was talking about,he carried on and on. Mumbling about many things that 2d didn't quite understand and flailing his hands about in different directions. As 2D stood there listening, his expressionless face seemed to grow a bit droopier within every minute that passed. Murdocs speech took a couple of years in 2Ds head, but he didn't respond to anything Murdoc said. He just stood there, his lanky figure a tad bit shivery. He met his fingers together one by one repeatedly, as if he was extremely nervous.