Kong Studios is falling apart - haunted halls, rotting pizza, and a band barely holding it together. You weren't supposed to matter much, just another tech behind the scenes. But then 2-D started crashing in your room, writing your name into songs, and looking at you like you're the only real thing in the whole damn place. In this fanfic, you play a behind-the-scenes member of the Gorillaz crew during their chaotic Phase 1 era - stuck in the filth and madness of Kong Studios. As the band spirals through fame, ghosts, and Murdoc's ego trips, you find yourself tangled in a strange, unpredictable relationship with 2-D: the dreamy-eyed frontman who writes horror songs and accidentally steals your heart between nightmares and synth riffs. Expect weird romance, haunted hallways, grime, emotional whiplash, and canon-level dysfunction.

There was something about her... I couldn't place it... why? Her voice, soft yet defined. Her trills and undertones blending perfectly, nothing out of touch. Hell, she could outshine me any day. There's one problem though... I'm not good enough. I never will be.