the faint sound of carnival music drifted around Kong studios. It was a sad, mournful sound, but strangly enticing, as if lulling you into a sense of comfort. The music faded in and out of the grave stones, and a man's voice was heard, singing a sad tune for the sad song.

"Broken, our love Is Broken.

Distant stars Turning Black for it.
I've seen the world inside my head.
They connect with the fallen man,
That brings you in.
and really nice to be but,
There's nothing you can do for man.
they are the force that screams,
And his lighting, is arriving.
There's nothing you can say to him.
His is an outer hull,
And the space has been broken.

Broken,
our love is broken

Broken,
our love is broken

Broken,
our love is broken

Broken,
Our love is Broken..."

Almost as soon as it began, it ended, leaving a feeling of lethargy in the dilapidated building that was Kong. Even the zombies that roamed about seemed sad that it ended. Who had created this eerie tune? The Gorillaz. They were finally back. In the studio room,
a skinny, azure haired man of about 31 sat at the keyboards, rubbing his temples. He had yet another headache. Rubbing his back comfortingly was a young girl of about 18 or 19. She stared sympethetically at the singer from under her fring of purple hair, despite the fact that she had been recently rescued from the bowels of Hell.
"C'mon, 2D, get over it and take your goddamn pills." an angry growl cut through the fragile silence like a knife, startling the others. That came from the pissed of bassist. He was oldest of the band members, hitting 43 years. He glowered at them from underneath the fridnge of greasy black hair. His skin was a strange shade of green, and his teeth were an even darker green, and pointed like a shark's. 2D nodded, dry-swallowing two headache pills.

A large black man sat at the drums, twirling his drum sticks in a bored way. He was big, with pupiless, milky white eyes that seemed to know when you were lying or plotting something dangerous. He was coming on 36, the second oldest of the band members. Noodle picked up her guitar, setting it down onto the stand. She swiped her purple hair back out of her eyes, showing their beautiful emerald colour for a moment, and showing her Japanese ethnicity. She sighed."Murdoc-san, why don't we take a break." her English was perfect, but with a heavy accent that seemed perfect on her. The bassist eyed them for a moment, then nodded. "I'll be in me Winnie." His band mates watched him leave, obviously tired. It was almost two in the morning, and they had been practicing their demos for the newest album, tweaking, fixing, and adding music. A haggard looking 2D groaned, rubbing his face. "That Murdoc is goin' tah run us ragged!" he muttered, plopping his face down onto the piano's top. The drummer nodded, standing up. "Jus' go to bed, 'D." he said, his voice full of an East Coast accent. The singer and guitarist perked up, staring at him with smiles. "Really, Russel-san?" Noodle asked, standing up and walking towards the door with the lanky singer. He nodded, his milky eyes seeming glazed over with sleep, also.

The duo cheered, halk running, half staggering to their bedrooms. It was a shame that they were moving; Kong was falling apart around their heads since Noodle's dissapearence in the El Manana video,and it was progressivly getting worse. Russel watched them leave, then lumbered towards his room, stepping over plaster and concrete than had fallen from the walls in the living room. The gay polar bear whistled at him, but he ignored it. The only thing on his mind was sleep.

The gangly singer stepped into his room, ignoring the spray-painted sign that read, "Sod off 2D!" Obviously done by Murdoc. He fell onto his bed, groaning from the comfort.
He had sat straight on the piano bench for four hours; he was definatly glad to be back in his room. 2D was alseep in minutes, only managing to get out of his shirt and sneakers.

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He didn't know how long he had been sleeping, but it felt like only a few minutes.
It had felt as if a soft hand had been carressing his face, and he had woken up hearing the laughter of a woman. His black pits snapped open, staring around his room. A shadown moved towards his door, and he gasped. It giggled, waving for him to follow. Cautiously, he lifted his pink sheets off of his pale body, instantly starting to shiver from the cold air of the carpark. It giggled again, and he followed it. It lead him towards the bunker room, and he stopped. It looked back, and he could just make out two glowing green eyes. 2D gasped, rubbing his arms for warmth. He followed it further, pressing the button. He flinched as his own voice yelled hoarsly at him, signiling that he was going into the bunker. Happy Landfill didn't fit the mood at the moment, and the singer cinged as he went deeper into the darkness.

He started to second guess his actions when he saw it again. It whispered sedcuctively in the darkness, sending chills up his spine. Once coming into the bunker room, he stepped off of the lift. Whatever he was following pressed the button, sending it back into the darkness. 2D's skin crawled nervosuly, but the shadow giggled softly, motioning for him to follow,
so, being the lady-chaser he was, followed it further, past the room of brains, into the boiler room, and, almost, into the room with the Hell Hole. "Uhh..." he said, stopping in front of the door. He was no longer cold, but sweating from the heat that the room was giving off. Hell, as most of us know, is actually pretty hot.

"Um, I shouldn't go in there; Murdoc says nobody but him can go in." he stated akwardly,
trying to figure out where the shadow woman was standing, for it was fairly dark, despite the red light coming out from under the door. It's eyes flashed, or, rather, they would have if they could be seen. Then, it giggled, giving him a push. The door flew open, as if from it's own accord, and he went flying in, landing in a pile of hot, useless things that the bassist had thrown down their. 2D's eyes flicked towards the door, then the opening into Hell. "Oh gawd." he muttered.

A giant, black fist reached up through the Hell Hole, comings towards the petrified singer.
"Muds, help..." he squeeked, unable to move; it felt as though something was holding him down. It reached out, pulling the rest of its body up, and showing him its ugly features.
Obviosuly a demon of some sorts. It sneered, reaching out towards 2D. Its grotesque, black finger-nail touching him forehead. 2D heard the word, "Follow", and then, nothing. Every-
thing went black, and the singer passed out.