"Chilly here, right?" Paul shot to Ringo, a smile on his face.
Ringo gave a quick, reassuring nod.
"Well, our friend's dead, isn't he?" Paul shrugged.
"Looks like," Ringo murmured.
John shook his head in pure disbelief.
"Well, who killed him? Who would ever choose to?" George began to ramble in shock.
Ringo threw up his hands. "Well, who do we think killed him?"
George's mouth gaped at how Ringo practically stole his own words, shooting him a look. Just then, the lights went out. Everyone jumped, searching their dimly-lit surroundings to make sure that everything was still intact and in place.
"Well, bad enough that my vision has been absolutely horrible!" John shouted in frustration. He debated as to whether he should clean his glasses off for better vision quality, but chose not to. He couldn't risk losing his glasses at all.
"Don't move!" Paul shouted.
"I won't! Oh, yeah, this is where we recorded—oh, what was that record, wait, it was called Please Please Me! The power always went out when we were here," Ringo spilled out information from the past, happy to have the memory back into his current thoughts.
"Do we have any torches?" George called out.
"George, stay where you are. I'm going to come over to you, and we are going to find a source of light together! " John replied loudly.
"Ringo, do you have a lantern of some sort?" Paul asked, slightly frantic.
"No, I don't. Sorry, Paul."
John slowly made his way over to George, nearly tripping as he found his shoulder.
He felt George slightly jump.
"Don't worry, George, it's just me," John spoke softly, guiding the two of them around the room. They both held their hands out, wary of their surroundings that they still couldn't see. Efficiently, they got into the kitchen. John moved his hand around a wall, catching it on a drawer. He pulled it open, grinning at his own discovery.
John grasped at various objects in the drawer. He finally found an oblong object—the torch!
"I've found a light, lads! Need you all not worry!" John shouted in a comical tone. A chuckle was produced from George, who was glad for the situation to have lightened up.
John pressed the button at the bottom of the flashlight, very content with his current action.
He shined the flashlight around, curious as to where everything was placed. Paul and Ringo winced when the light was shone in their faces.
"Sorry, fellas!" John apologized, continuing with his doings.
Something was halfway hidden behind a shelf. A slumped over silhouette of something.
An object that looked like it once could have lived.
John's facial expressions drastically changed, from giddy to absolutely distraught.
Horrified.
YOU ARE READING
Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da
Fanfic(THIS IS NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE IN MANY WAYS). John, George, Paul, and Ringo are called to pay homage to a dead friend of theirs. Realizations go on, ones that are quite otherworldly. Maybe there's a reason behind the terribly strange events that...
