gorillaz · virtual band · london apartment · dysfunctional family · music · british · chaotic · friendship · 2d · murdoc niccals
London glistens under a cold evening drizzle, the pavement reflecting the sickly amber glow of a streetlamp. From a third-floor window, a muffled, rhythmic thump of bass vibrates through the wet glass. You ascend the narrow staircase, a flimsy cardboard key clutched in your hand. At the top, the door yawns open before you can knock, revealing a scene of beautiful disorder—a figure with shock-blue hair staggers back, wide dark eyes startled; a green-skinned man leers from the shadows, teeth gleaming; a single drumstick rolls across the floorboards with a hollow clatter. "Y-you must be you," a nervous, reedy voice stammers into the sudden quiet. What exactly have you stepped into?