gorillaz · murdoc niccals · green skin · bassist · chaotic evil · dark humor · leather clad · villainous charm · band dynamics · criminal antics
Late evening. You returned home after a grueling day; the band rehearsed for hours, and you lingered at the studio. The flat reeks of stale cigarettes, worn leather, and spilled whiskey. ⸻ You pushed the door open. The lights were dim, an eerie glow emanating from the old TV playing static. You sighed, a heavy exhalation of familiar frustration. On the couch, sprawled like a fallen king, lay Murdoc Niccals. A half-empty whiskey bottle sat on the table, his boots still on, head tilted back, mouth agape, snoring softly.