Running Down to the Riptide

Left-Hand Man

(A/N: Hey, this is a Five Nights at Freddy's and Gorillaz crossover, sokeep in mind that horror, violence, and swearing will be in this fic.)

Chapter 1

Once Gorillaz had gotten evicted from 212 Wobble Street, the band had effectively split into two halves.

2D and Murdoc had stayed in London, much to to Noodle's dismay. After all, Murdoc had imprisoned him on a plastic hell (and Noodle didn't use that term lightly), was more time with Murdoc really what he really wanted?

Russel moved to Chicago (it was Russel's favourite place while Gorillaz were on tour) and opened up a music club, and Noodle followed and changed her last name to Hobbs. ("After all," she had remarked, "you've been my father since I jumped out of that Fed-Ex box, so why not make it official?)

Noodle was currently going to university at a local college called Loyola University (where she currently sat at an anthropology class) where she seemed to attract to endless suitors, both male and female.

After all, being a veritable rock goddess with Graham Coxon style black glasses (that she had acquired not too long after starting university) green eyes, long blue-black hair and an odd but charming hybrid of an English and Japanese accent was quite attractive to most.

The young woman had only dated a handful of those interested in her (and found that her tastes weren't limited to men) but for the most part, she used her studies as a shield for potential romance.

However, Noodle's main reason for denying her classmates' advances was, of course, the blue haired former vocalist of Gorillaz, Stuart Pot himself.

Everything seemed to remind her of him. A girl with blue hair walked by? She was filled with nostalgia and wanting. She saw a trailer for a new zombie film? 2D all the way.

She knew Russel could tell, because he had noticed that she rarely went on dates and would occasionally watch their old music videos sadly. Also, she had confided in the ex-drummer about her feelings regarding the vocalist when she was younger.

Noodle absent-mindedly took notes on whatever civilisation that her professor was droning on about, but was thinking about her life. Her twenty-fourth birthday was coming up very quickly, and despite the fact that she was by no means old, she still wondered if it was time for her too move on. Not just 2D, but Gorillaz in general.

Granted, Gorillaz was a giant part of her life, and it was sending her to school (unlike Murdoc and too a lesser extent 2D, both she and Russel had saved their funds from Gorillaz allowing them their luxury flat on Lake Michigan, Metra passes, and occasional outings to museums and shops), but was she too old to dream of wildly successful animated pop bands and a handsome blue-haired man coming to rescue her from a life of responsibility?

Noodle sighed sadly. She knew the answer was, as hard as it was to accept, yes, she was far too old for her dreams.

Part of accepting the fact that she was, in fact, an adult, was getting a job, preferably one she could work at and still be able to attended her classes unhindered.

The professor dismissed the class to which Noodle sighed again, picked her books up, and walked out of the cavernous lecture hall, as it was her last class of the day.

As the former Gorillaz guitarist walked across checked her watch, then the Metra app on her smart-phone, only to see that her train would be at the station at 6:30 as opposed to 6:00.

As far as she could guess, she had two options, she could stop at the coffee shop across the street and get a bit of homework done, or she could go to straight to her train station.