AN: Firstly all characters (until I invent a few of my own) belong to the League of Gentlemen and the Gents belong to themselves. Warning, if you haven't seen the film, you read at your own risk there are some spoilers. Also try to spot all of the references I make I will be referring to the TV show, the film and the live show.
Post Apocalyptic Royston Vasey
Jeremy Dyson put down the phone. It was going beyond a joke, he was sick of hearing that same bloody answer phone message. It wasn't just Steve either; it was all three of them. All disappeared. Maybe it was just their idea of a joke or maybe they'd gone on a spontaneous holiday, they had sounded tired and worn out last time they'd seen each other. Yeah that had to be it. They'd gone on holiday. Without him.
Well since they'd left him alone to his own devices he could work on the script that he'd wanted to work on.
"The characters wake up one morning…and they've got tails! Tails, yeah you know animal's tails like dogs, monkeys, pigs. You know big bushy ones, squiggly ones, swishy ones, bob tail ones, ones that poke over the tops of their heads…"
He went back to his computer. The others may have been sick of Royston Vasey but he certainly wasn't. Now where was he…?
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Chinnery inspected the Rabbit. It seemed to be in perfect health. He still couldn't believe it. Maybe Bernice had been right. Maybe there really wasn't such a thing as a curse. Since he'd found this rabbit, on that strange day, he had expected the rabbit to come down with some mysterious illness but it was fine, perfectly fine.
He put the rabbit on the ground to let it run around the room to give it some exercise. It was pouring down outside and he didn't want it to come down with a cold. Chinnery sat down on to his sofa but sprang back up again when he felt himself sit on something strange. As he jumped forwards he heard a squeak and lifted his foot to see his poor rabbit on its side, breathing wheezy breaths. Chinnery felt tears prick his eyes he checked the rabbit, luckily it would be ok, but for how long? He looked at the sofa to find what it was he had sat on, still holding the rabbit in his arms. There was nothing there.
He made to sit down again and once again felt himself sit on something. He reached around to feel behind him. His fingers touched something soft…and fluffy. Almost screaming he ran to a mirror. He tried to look behind him, twisting his back awkwardly and saw it. A tail. A Rabbit's tail that matched the one on the end of the animal he held in one arm.