Paul walked down the stairs of his house, just waking up. He felt quite content with himself, as if nothing could go wrong this day.
Making sure he saw things right, Paul noticed an actual person on his couch, who looked like he was anticipating something.
"May I ask who you are and how you managed to even get here?" Paul inquired nervously.
"I'm your replacement, my friend. Your legacy is being handed over," the man replied with a grin.
"But, can't you see that I'm still living? There's no need for—"
"Hush, asking questions will only make this slower. My name is Billy Shears, soon to be James Paul McCartney," Billy cut Paul off, seemingly pleased with himself. Paul had an absolutely bewildered look on his face. He glanced around for an escape route. Billy was standing directly in front of him, which gave him no chances for anything. However, he did have a phone, which was very useful in situations like these.
Which also meant that he would have to run as fast as possible to the other side of the room. Paul readied himself, taking a deep breath before he tried to bolt to the other side. This action was useless. Billy tore him away from the phone and slammed Paul into the ground, rendering him unconscious.
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Miss Him, Miss Him
FanfictionPaul McCartney meets a sudden visitor that looks, strangely enough, exactly like him. Not that this benefits either one of them in any way, though. This doppelgänger, Billy Shears, is quite determined to replace him, and does achieve this for some t...
