CH 1 (Andy's Room)

"I think we're dead." A voice said, slowly and with evident fear. "It's dark for me at least, don't know about you lot, and I'm in a box. There's no other explanation for it."

"If we're dead, then I got sent to the wrong place." another voice grumbled. "For Satan's sake, what's a servant got to do around here to get to a decent level of Hell, eh?"

"Shut it, cracker-ass. You're scaring Noodle." A third voice scolded. Said cracker-ass was more than ready to shout back that the little girl was more than able to get over it, she was a tough kid! He would have kicked her to the curb if she had been otherwise. However, there was a slight sniffle, proving that the girl was upset at something. Cracker-ass cursed, knowing full well that Noodle's knowledge of the English language was very small, so trying to figure out what was wrong could prove difficult.

The scolding voice started up again, warning everyone to keep calm unless they really wanted to fuck things up.

"Muds, do you know what's going on?"

"No, I-"

"We're dead, right?" the first voice asked, the fear clearer than ever. Noodle picked up on this, muttering his name sadly.

"You breathing, 'D?"

"Now that you mention it, yeah, I am! That's a good thing, isn't it, Russ?"

"I can't move; this coffin is too tight," someone, Murdoc, complained. The three other band mates didn't know what to say, they were too worried that they actually were boxed up, so they said nothing. This was all fine and dandy for the bass slayer, there was more time for him to think if they were quiet. Taking his fate into his own hands, Murdoc began throwing himself at the front and then at the back of his small prison, for he had apparently been buried feet first instead of the proper way. Unknown to him, he was the only one trapped in this position. Russel and Noodle were lying on their backs, and 2D was upside down. He continued rocking until he finally fell forward, shouting in glee. From there, he couldn't really do much. The happiness quickly died away, leaving him pissed off once more.

Meanwhile, the guys were trying to find out what was bothering Noodle.

"You… alone?" she sniffed. Russel sighed.

"Baby girl, we're all alright. You don't need to worry about us." The drummer's calm voice helped to relax the ten-year-old girl, and what her best friend said next made her laugh a little.

"It's a good thing we aren't afraid of the dark or anything," 2D stated "or else we'd be done for."

Two men sat together on the other side of the room, quietly watching the Gorillaz. One man, dressed in futuristic clothes, leaned towards his friend. "What do you think of these new guys?"

The other man shook his head, adjusting the cowboy hat that sat there. "I don't know. It's not like Andy to just go out and buy toys. I thought he was past that. They look like they might be in a spot of trouble."

"Let's go, then." The space ranger said, jumping to his feet. Together, they leapt down from their perch atop a plush bed, landing quietly on the floor below before running to the strangers across the way. "I'll get this one, Woody, you get that one."

"Who the bloody hell are you?" Murdoc demanded, cursing when he felt his coffin being turned. Somewhere outside, he heard a man chuckle.

"Not to worry, soldier, you'll be out in a moment." Buzz assured the bassist.

"Out of what?" Murdoc shouted. "I've had it with this rubbish."

Buzz rolled his eyes, grabbing and pulling at a tab before pulling the lid of the coffin off and pulling Murdoc out. The man was held in a certain position with the help of some plastic packaging, but he was quick to free himself. Buzz nodded to him before setting off to open another coffin, or box. Woody had already freed Noodle by then, and she was at Murdoc's side in an instant, hugging him. 2D was out next, and their savior's worked together to free Russel. Murdoc snickered, noting how the drummer's box was larger than all the others, though he did nothing else to point the discovery out. 2D was gaping, staring at his surroundings in shock. He was used to being the tall one in places, and now he was only a few inches taller than a pencil! Frowning, he looked down at himself, pulling at his pink shirt. It was familiar in that it sported the slogan "shoot to ill", but that was it. The fabric was, in fact, plastic. Heck, he was plastic!

"Welcome, to Andy's room!" Woody said, smiling warmly at the four new residents. "I take it you are supposed to be a band, right?"

"Damn right we are." Murdoc said proudly. "Murdoc Niccals, leader and bass slayer. Here's Russel, drummer, and this little one is our guitarist, Noodle. That one over there is the singer. Don't pay him any attention, he's a complete idiot."

Woody and Buzz had identical looks of disbelief on their faces. The Sherriff had the sense to look at the singer's box and learn his name.

"Your name is 2D?" he couldn't help but ask. 2D looked up, blinking.

"What? Oh, yeah. Well, it's not my real name. It means 'two-dents'."

"Dents?" Buzz cut in, looked a little disgusted. 2D nodded, pointing to his eyes. Before he could explain any further, he was cut off by a new voice.

"What the heck is going on, Woody?" a voice barked, shushed moments later by a feminine one. "I mean, who are those guys?" he corrected himself. Buzz laughed again, inviting "everyone in the room" to come and say hello.

"Are they safe?" someone else asked. This went unanswered, and it was taken as a yes. The other residents of Andy's room began to show themselves, appearing from all sorts of places. Numbly, 2D kept track of a few of the more memorable ones: a green dinosaur thing (he had forgotten what they were called), a slinky dog, Mr. and Mrs. Potato Head, and a cowgirl and horse who behaved more like a dog than an actual horse. He wasn't scared in the least, he had seen far worse in his zombie movies, but Murdoc and Russel were instantly on guard, the latter shielding Noodle even though she could have easily defended herself. The Satanist seized the inverted crucifix that hung around his neck, brandishing the golden thing out like a weapon. Once again, the two friends had identical expressions, but now they were of humor.

"Hey, Buzz, does he remind you of anyone?"

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