"Is there a true reason for me not to do what I'm doing? Maybe it doesn't align with your morals, but I sure enjoy it! Actually, I am you, Paul. You're who I am morphing into. And I'm wonderful! Plus, it's not as if you'd die, why would I do that? You know, kill you. However, I feel as if what you're doing could be upgraded by a lot, right? I'm doing exactly that. We share too much. Maybe I'm just a doppelgänger or something like that, but it's still purpose. My purpose. Your fate. It's undeniable to all. I know that you can hear me. You'd still be conscious right now, but barely. Don't you get the point, though? Doesn't purpose shine so clearly? It doesn't last forever, though, if you think of a high purpose. Yours is to stay right here in this closet and live in your own colorful world. At least it's euphoric to you. You're incapable of worrying in this state. So peaceful, you are.
"Yes, that's the purpose of yours. To be in peace with what's happening and be careless. To let things happen smoothly. Physically, we're practically the same exact person. We share a fingerprint, facial shape, and height. And even more than that! Ah, how peculiar this is. Such a pity that you'll barely remember what I've said," Billy spoke in a suspenseful manner, pausing. Paul was practically slumped against the wall, his eyes halfway open.
"Well, how are you feeling? Is everything kicking in?" Billy grinned.
"Fuzzy," Paul muttered somewhat incomprehensibly.
"Good, good," Billy nodded, smiling in a way that could be considered menacing as he walked out of the closet, locking the door.
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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...
