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Ringo pants as he sprints down the street, was that Paul who yelled at him? Who was that woman? WHAT'S GOING ON?! But before he could think any more stuff he stops to catch his breath, grabbing onto a wall and leaning over feeling his chest hurt from all the running. He exhaustedly lifts his head up and spots a police officer crouched on all fours in front of a statue trying to persuade a cat to approach him. "Puss, puss puss puss, come 'ere pussy!". Ringo stands there having finally caught his breath before hesitantly approaching the copper whilst stuffing his hands back into his pockets.
He stands there awkwardly until the officer finally notices him, watching the officer clear his throat and groan as he stands up, towering over Ringo "ahem uh yes?" The copper asks as his eyebrows furrow and his smile flattens out slightly. "Hey uh, would you believe me if I told you I was being followed by a yellow submarine?" Ringo asks anxiously as he rubs the back of his neck. His question makes the officer's smile widen as he let's out a scoff "No, no I would not." The officer answers with a look of amusement thinking Ringo was just pulling his leg. Ringo's face darkens in annoyance before he raises a hand up and pokes the copper on the nose "Yeah, didn't think you would."
Ringo grumbles under his breath before quickly sprinting off, running past the cat who left when the officer stood up to talk to him. If an officer couldn't help him WHO WOULD?! "Fuck fuck fuck, this isn't funny what kind of joke is this?!" He thinks to himself as he runs down the street past people who give him sidewards glances of confusion and annoyance.
He wasn't about to get caught by this random submarine thingy whatever it is, what if it was out to hurt him? Panting loudly he starts sprinting up the hill to his house while mumbling breathlessly to himself "I could've sworn there was a yellow submarine, but that isn't logical is it?" Cursing internally trying to ignore the creeping feeling of someone or something behind him as he picks up the pace "It must've been one of those flying cupcakes or a figment of my imagination!" He stammers out before grabbing onto his door panting to catch his breath only to let out a laugh of confusion at what he just said "But I don't have an imagination?" ...Shaking his head he bolts inside and slams the door shut behind him.
Ringo sighs as he slumps onto the floor and shuts his eyes trying to process whatever happened to him, today is a weird day. A REALLY weird day. His eyes shoot open hearing a knock...well bang at the door, grumbling in annoyance when he hears the voice of an older man screaming for Help in a way that sounds verrryyy similar to the song Paul and John sang...
Ringo rubs his face in exhaustion wanting this day to be over and done with as he lifts the flap of the post box in the door and peaks through it taking a good look at the fella outside who appears to be wearing a sailor's or captain's suit whatever it was he certainly knew THIS was the man hunting him down. "BE PACIFIC!" He calls out snorting at his joke before closing the flap and standing up, dusting himself off as he starts walking away from the door. He can't be dealing with this today but what this old man says really catches his attention "Pepperland? Music? Submarine? Explosion? Blue meanies? What on earth is he on about?" Ringo thinks to himself as he walks off but as the man screams about needing help, Ringo can't help but feel a bit bad for the poor fella.
Sighing with much reluctance he picks up a random shoe and throws it at the door which flings it open. He then quickly runs off not ready to face this man yet. Especially NOT after the fact that he literally was stalking him down mere minutes ago.
As Ringo walks up some stairs he shuts his eyes thinking about how to explain this to the others, yet they would probably think he's lost the plot...and it's as if Ringo lost all sense of time because as soon as he opens his eyes he's in a room with this fella and a giant Frankenstein monster which he looks up at in surprise. "Jesus fucking Christ?" He thinks to himself as he watches the beast stand up because apparently he just pulled that lever over there. Since when? He then watches as the Frankenstein grab a vial and gulp it down in one, covering his ears and gritting his teeth hearing these demonic shrieks coming out of their mouth. He then lowers his hands watching as the creature feature shifts into John.
"Hey ringo I just had the strangest of dreams..." John says looking down at Ringo to which Ringo lets out a confused huff of laughter. What? He's so shocked he can only think of one response to hopefully lighten the load "I warned ye not to eat on an empty stomach." He wraps and arm around John's as he points to the man who he swears to god never got the name of yet by some miracle or something he feels the words spill right out of his mouth "Now listen to ol' fred 'ere" ...Ringo shuts his eyes inhaling deeply as he starts walking away from ol' fred guiding John along. Why and how did he suddenly know his stalker's name? Mind reading? Surely not, that only belongs in works of fiction! Ringo smiles nervously as he hears Ol' fred mindlessly ramble in the background. Before getting snapped out by John who nudges him playfully whilst whispering mockingly "I think it needs rehearsal".
Every second goes by like a blur, one minute of he's driving a car down a corridor then there's George and Paul...okay they're together now, suddenly feeling very faint as he and the others leave the house. His head swaying from side to side as all the sounds and voices blend into one yet he doesn't fall, he doesn't know where he's going or what he's doing but suddenly he's in the submarine face to face with a giant screen which is playing one of their shows. He stands there silently taking in what he's seeing, perhaps this ol' fred fella must be a fan?
Staggering forwards covering his eyes with one hand feeling like he's about to collapse he hears something about pressing a button...so he does...slowly uncovering his eyes everything seems so suddenly go dark for a moment and next thing he knows he's being held up by George who gives him a look of concern "You alright, la?" Ringo gives him a faint smile before nodding. "Yeah, just a strange day. Probably a lack of sleep." George huffs lifting Ringo back onto his feet before patting his shoulder and going to prepare the submarine.
Perhaps he should do that same.