A/N: sorry for not making any fanfics in like so long, lol, this one like actually has some smut in it so i hope you enjoy <3
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The car slows to a crawl long before the building is fully visible.
From the outside, Kong Studios looks less like a recording headquarters and more like something that should have been condemned years ago — towering, crooked, stained by time and questionable decisions. Dark windows stare down like hollow eyes, and graffiti crawls across the walls in layers, some fresh, some faded into ghostly outlines.
Your driver doesn't turn off the engine.
"You sure this is the place?" he mutters, peering through the windshield like something might crawl out and confirm his fears.
According to the address — and the massive cracked sign half-hanging above the gates — it absolutely is.
KONG STUDIOS.
Your stomach flips.
Not nerves exactly. More like stepping into something unpredictable... something bigger than a simple collaboration.
You step out anyway.
The air smells faintly of rain, cigarette smoke, and city grit. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks. The iron gates groan as they're pushed open from the inside, revealing a long path toward the entrance.
No security check. No welcome team. No polished industry professionalism.
Just..perfect...
Inside, the building is even worse — and somehow more alive.
Music leaks from somewhere deep within the halls, bass vibrating faintly through the floor. Lights flicker overhead. Posters peel from the walls in overlapping layers, some promoting old shows, some defaced beyond recognition.
Your footsteps echo.
For a moment, it feels like you've walked into the wrong place entirely.
Then a voice calls out from down the hall.
"Well, well, well. The guest of honor finally shows up."
A tall figure emerges from a doorway, grinning like trouble personified.
Murdoc Niccals looks exactly like every story you've heard — green skin, sharp teeth, confidence dialed up to unbearable levels. His eyes rake over you with open curiosity, like you're less a collaborator and more a new toy.
"Took your sweet time," he adds, leaning against the wall.
Before you can respond, footsteps thunder down the corridor behind him.
A smaller figure barrels into view — bright, energetic, eyes wide with interest.
Noodle stops just short of colliding with you, studying your face like she's trying to memorize it instantly.
"So you're the one," she says, almost inaudible from her cute japanese accent, excitement barely contained. "Your band's last album was really good!"
The sincerity in her voice cuts straight through the tension.
Another presence appears more slowly behind her.
Tall. Quiet. Solid. (lol)
Russel Hobbs gives a polite nod, expression calm but observant — like he's assessing whether you're going to survive in this place. Considering some has said its haunted.
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