Chapter Four
Weirdo Clones
Author's note: Hi everyone! Here's the fourth chapter! This is written from Vyvyan's POV. But before we start the chapter, I would just like to say, thank you to everyone who read and reviewed this – I really appreciate your positive reviews! Your comments are the source of my motivation, so please keep 'em rolling in! Anyway, enjoy chapter four of Fascist Friday! (I hope so!)
Rick's scream rang throughout the house, awaking all of his flat mates and probably most of the neighbourhood. It startled the birds sitting on the roof, which quickly flew away in a flurry. A certain punk awoke from his sleep, not very happily, to the unpleasant sound of Rick's screech. He put the pillow over his head, covering his ears. He was too tired to go and shut him up.
As he gained full consciousness, he became aware of the shocking hangover he now possessed. Even so, he smiled as he remembered the party; images floating back of party guests from all social groups laughing and clapping whilst singing "how low can you go?" as they played limbo, with the sound of Rick crying up stairs. Neil had won – despite being the tallest, he was also the most flexible. Neil seemed very pleased about this – it was possibly the only time Vyv had seen him express an emotion vaguely resembling joy. Actually, any emotion that wasn't his trademark listless, 'life-has-defeated-me' despair. It was amazing what a great time the lads had when Rick wasn't around!
Gradually, and with some effort, Vyv lifted his head off the pillow and rubbed his eyes. Opening them, he looked around the room and felt disorientated. This didn't look like his bedroom! There was a record player – Vyv certainly didn't remember owning one of those. A tower of Cliff Richard records and poncy, political books were stacked on the floor. Posters promoting anarchy and vegetarianism, among over things, covered the walls, and a huge anarchy flag hung from the ceiling and stretched out across the room. (This probably doesn't look like Rick's bedroom in the show, but this is just my personal vision of what it would be like.) He looked down at the coverer, not like his at all. It was black with a big, white peace symbol painted on it. Then Vyv suddenly realized… he was in Rick's bedroom! Even worse, he was in Rick's BED! He quickly jumped out before he got infected with some horrible disease that made you turn into an annoying, unattractive, political activist loser that no-one liked.
Why was I in Rick's bed? he wondered. He began to grow concerned. Oh God, what happened last night?
"Vyvyan! Vyvyan!" Rick's voice called out.
Vyv turned and saw someone standing in the doorway. Someone that looked very familiar. Someone that looked like him. A LOT like him. It WAS him! Wait a minute… That doesn't make sense…
"Vyvyan, this is Rick! You won't believe what's happened to us!" the figure told him, Rick's voice emerging from it as it spoke.
Vyv just stared at the thing before him in total confusion, not really listening to what it was saying.
He suddenly screamed. "Aaaarrggghh! That's me! Why am I there?"
The thing gave an exasperated sigh. "That's what I'm trying to tell you, Vyvyan… Now listen to me, because this is going to sound really strange. I think we've switched bodies somehow. I'm trapped in your body and you're trapped in mine. I have no idea how this happened, but we need to find a way to fix it…"
"Get away from me, you clone freak!" (Okay, I ripped that line off the Freaky Friday remake film! But it just fits so well!). Vyv, not absorbing a word of what the thing was saying, stepped forward and hurled a punch in its face. The thing tumbled over backwards.
"Vyvyan! You bastard!" it shouted back. Slumped on the floor against the wall, it fondled around for someone to throw. Its hand found a thick novel and flung it in Vyv's direction. The thing's aim was way off.
"Ha ha! Your poncy little book missed me!" teased Vyv, flicking a 'v'.
"I'll kill you!" growled the thing. Enraged, it lunged toward Vyv, screaming like a wild animal. It grabbed onto Vyv's leg and began clawing and biting it.
Vyv shook it off with a simple kick. He then grabbed the thing by the collar and lifted it into the air. He looked into its eyes with a burning glare and his fist tightened, preparing the thing for the beating of its life.
The thing began to tremble in fear, struggling to free itself from Vyv's grip.
"Vyyyan, stop! This is pointless!" it blurted, close to tears.
"Yeah? I thought mindless violence always was," Vyv replied.
"Look. I AM Rick and we DID switch bodies. If you don't believe me, then take a look in the mirror," it tried to reason.
Vyv hesitated as he thought this over. "Alright then," he finally said, dropping the thing carelessly onto the ground and heading off in the direction of the bathroom.
"Ow! You bastard!" the thing exclaimed as it crashed painfully onto floor.
Vyv walked into the bathroom and glanced in the mirror.
And for the second time that morning, the house was filled with an impossibly long, loud, hysterical scream.
