"What the 'ell!" Murdoc scrolled down the screen of the band's shared computer, which sat in the studio, with a puzzled look on his face. "Guys? Come look a' this!" The others ran to the computer, confused. "I looked up our band and found... all this. These peasants write stories about us... on... Wattpad...?"

"Wattpad?" 2D tilted his head. "What's t'at?"

"It's a story website, or somethin'. Look a' all this!" He typed 'Gorillaz' into the search bar, and thousands of stories appeared. He clicked the first one that caught his eye. Everyone else stared, except Noodle, who couldn't really see behind everyone else. 2D put her up on his shoulders.

"What the..." Murdoc's eyes widened. He looked a little sick.

"Wha' is it?" 2D leaned forward.

"... someone... 'ships' me... with Noodle!"

2D recoiled a bit. Noodle put her head down. Russel grunted, mumbling "What the hell." But Murdoc probably looked the worst out of all of them as so many sudden realizations and thoughts began to sink in.

"I-I... I wouldn't... I would never want to be responsible for putting someone else through what I went through, I-I..." He realized he'd said too much, putting up his walls again, grumbling with his head down.

"Murdoc? Put someone else through--"

"Nothing. Let's just look some more. It can only get better." He clicked away from the story, scrolling down. "... 2Doc? 'Ey, faceache, you reckon that's our 'ship'?"

"Uh..." 2D blushed. "I-I guess so..."

"... I could see t'at." He winked and turned back to the computer, leaving 2D as red as a tomato. "But these people seem to think I'm... wait, what's a... oh." He raised an eyebrow. "Oh~."

2D ran forward, grabbing the mouse. "Can we j-just go to something else?!"

"Hmm, Russel and Del, eh? 'Ey Russ, how do you think that'd work out?" They'd stumbled upon another ship in their search.

Russel shrugged and looked at the ground, shoving his hands in his pockets. Murdoc immediately noticed. "... anyways!" He clicked away, and onto something else. "What would happen if the band never met? This seems... interesting."

And so they stayed like that, reading made-up stories about themselves, and acting them out if they weren't too obscene or sexual... or both.

During one, Murdoc fell back into the couch dramatically, both hands clutched over his heart. "I've been shot!"

"Nooooo!" The others screamed, mixed with laughter as Murdoc pretended to die, with much added drama.

"Oh, this is the end for me... see you all in hell... tell Satan I love him..." He was laughing as well in acting these slightly bizarre situations out. This was actually... kinda fun.

<< This story went in a hundred different directions and I don't even care. >>