From 1984 // Queen ✔️

Chapter 2: Is this the real life?

Freddie groaned, the sun was in his eyes. He found out that he was half-naked. Wait.. he looked over, beside him are 3 unconscious body. He looked at his surroundings, he was in a hotel, a bland cheap hotel. How the hell did he got here? His attention went back to the unconscious bodies.

This isn't what Freddie was thinking, right? As he stood up the bed creaked a little bit. He realized he was not half-naked, he's butt-naked. He looked over the 3 bodies, trying to recognize them, but the headache he was experiencing isn't helping. The headache subsided a little bit. He then recognized the 3 bodies.

Oh my god, Freddie thought.

The 3 unconscious bodies were John, Brian, and Roger.

"Holy hell!" Freddie squeaked. Think, oh my god! he thought.

Brian started to wake up, followed by John and Roger. "What the hell happened?" John groggily said, then he saw Freddie full on naked.

"Oh, fu—!" Roger screamed, "Put some clothes on, Freddie!"

John realized he was naked too, "Oh, god! Where's my clothes?!" Brian was quiet trying to think what happened last night, oh for goodness sake all of them were naked.

Roger threw a pillow at Freddie telling him to cover his private area. "Cover it, cover it! Oh it's registered in my brain now!"

John stood up, taking a spare blanket next to him covering his lower half. "W-we didn't do what I was thinking of, didn't we?!" he was panicking.

"Where the hell is my clothes?!" Roger yelled, running around the room with a metal pan he saw lying around to cover his private part.

"Wait," Freddie said, "This is a prank right?" he said, angrily.

"What do you mean?!" Brian asked.

"This better not be a comeback from putting shaving cream instead of icing on your cupcake!" Freddie said, while Brian is still giving him a confused look. "I bet you payed John and Roger for this!"

"But Freddie, that was 3 years ago. How do you still remember that?" Brian said, confused. John walked to the window, with a shocked expression in his face.

"Y-you guys sure, we didn't do it?" John asked again.

"Do what?" Roger replied, still with holding the metal pan.

"An act that we'll all regret doing!" John said, loudly getting irritated.

Brian cringed when John raised his voice, "Oh, god no! Of course not, John!" he said.

"Well, how are you sure of that, Mr. Poodle-doo?!" Freddie put his hands on his face, getting annoyed. "Well, we wouldn't do that, in the first place!" Brian replied, sending deathly glares at Freddie.

"We were drunk last night!" John panicked. He looked over to the window as if it would make the situation better. Suddenly, confusion filled his head. "Are we even in London right now?" he wondered loudly.

"What do you mean?" Roger walked over to John. "Oh, hell.. the cars look different!" John looked over to him, "That's all you cared about?"

Roger shrugged, "Big Ben is still there, of course we're still in London!"

Brian saw a newspaper lying on the nightstand next to him. He's eyes narrowed, he looked over it, then threw the newspaper like it was cursed. "Oh, Brian, you're scared of a newspaper?" Freddie snickered.

"Go on, check the date on the newspaper!" Brian exclaimed. Freddie was flipping through the pages, "What the hell?" As soon as he said that, Roger and John walked towards him.

"August 4, 2018?!" Freddie read aloud. "Holy hell, I'm already in my seventies!"

John's breathing quicken, "U-uh, maybe it was just some kind of mistake!" He took the newspaper from Freddie's hand, and read it again.

"This can't be true!" Freddie was walking back and forth.

"That's why the cars looks different! They look really advanced..." Roger explained.

"Shush with the cars, Roger!" John pleaded.

"We're going to need to investigate, we should go outside, if we really are in "the future."" Brian said, said doing air-quotes with his fingers, when he said 'the future'. "To be honest, this is really cool." Brian added.

"What the hell, Brian?" John looked at Brian, "How are you so relaxed about this?"

"Okay, we should do what Brian said, we have to investigate." Freddie said, as he was walking towards the door, he stopped. "Wait, where's our clothes?"

"Um, we have none lying around here.." Roger said, quietly. "But I found your wallet." He passed the wallet to Freddie.

Freddie looked over it, "Okay, not bad. We can maybe buy clothes.." He thought for a second, "But how can we go there by not being naked?"

John face-palmed, "What are we going to do?!"

Brian looked at the spare blankets at the bed, "We're going to have to improvise.."

Freddie looked at where Brian is looking, "Oh god, please end our suffering..."

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"We look ridiculous in these!" Freddie exclaimed.

They were walking down the street with blankets to cover their bodies. A lot of people were looking at them weirdly.

"At least we have something to cover us, Fred!" Brian said.

"Okay, I spot one clothing store over the corner there!" John said excitedly.

As they got to the clothing store, they all separated ways.

John went to the part where they sell jumpers, Brian went with Roger, and all that was left is Freddie. He went to the jackets section.

"Freddie, have you picked what you're going to wear?"John walked towards Freddie.

"Can't you give me time to pick, dear? I need to pick carefully so I can get out of these damn blankets!" He said rather loudly. Freddie noticed what John picked, "You are not taking those, they're like the sweaters your grandfather would wear."

John felt insulted, but he rolled his eyes, "Don't judge. I have my own style, and besides it's comfortable, than what you're picking right now."

As soon as they got every thing, the cashier clerk actually recognized them. "Holy crap, you guys look the the members from Queen!"

"Uh, thanks?" Brian replied awkwardly. They don't just look like the members of Queen, they are Queen.

"Shame, Freddie died because of AIDS.." The cashier clerk added. They all narrowed their eyes.

"U-uh," John stuttered, "What was that?"

"Oh come on, stop messing around, I thought you'd know!" she said.

As she was about to say when, Freddie interrupted her, "Can you hurry up, dear?" his voice was breaking. Surely, he heard everything wrong right? After they paid for their clothes, the group hurriedly left the store, before the clerk could say something.

Freddie was on the verge of tears.

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i dunno what to say as usual..
oh lol i quoted john deacon.
Well, I just hope you guys liked the chapter!

-SassyDeaky