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What the Hell Happened to Paul McCartney?

"What the Hell Happened to Paul McCartney" is a gripping mystery fanfiction that delves into the intriguing world of conspiracy theories and the enigmatic figure of Billy Shears. Inspired by the Billy Shears theory and the "Day in the Life" comic by @bonithica-art, this fanfiction takes readers on a thrilling journey as protagonist Eleanor embarks on a quest to uncover the truth behind McCartney's mysterious transformation.

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Paul McCartney 🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

"The Cute Beatle"

Billy Sheers 🎤🎸⋆⭒˚｡⋆

" The Replacement Beatle"

John Lennon ☮𖤐⭒๋࣭ ⭑

"The Smart Beatle"

George Harrison ☾⋆｡𖦹 °✩

"The Quiet Beatle"

Ringo Starr (Richard Starkkey)☾𖤓 ☮︎

"The Funny Beatle"

And Finally

Eleanor Brandt ❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

"The Weird Ass Fan"

Chapter 1

" A day in the life"

In the late 1960s, when the Beatles unveiled their album "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band," there was a peculiar sensation, particularly concerning the album cover and Paul's appearance.

His appearance seemed unusual, and it wasn't just the addition of a mustache. There was something about the shape of his head and the absence of distinctive facial features, almost as if he had undergone plastic surgery to remove them, including his beauty mark.

The album cover spurred Eleanor into action, prompting her to delve into the mystery surrounding Paul McCartney's transformation and the identity of his apparent replacement.

Woke up

Got out of bed

Dragged a comb across my head

Eleanor slowly opened her eyes, rubbing away sleep she stretched her arms overhead, feeling the stiffness of sleep gradually dissipate. With a yawn, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and sat up, taking a moment to let her senses adjust to the new day. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand, noting the time with a faint furrow of her brow.

First, she reached for her glasses, slipping them on and instantly sharpening her vision. Next, she padded across the room to draw open the curtains, allowing the soft morning light to filter in and illuminate her space.

With deliberate movements, Eleanor made her way to the bathroom, flicking on the light and splashing cool water on her face to invigorate her senses. She brushed her teeth meticulously, the rhythmic swish of the toothbrush against her teeth a familiar comfort.

After completing her morning ablutions, Eleanor turned her attention to her wardrobe. With a critical eye, she selected an outfit that balanced comfort and professionalism, opting for a blouse and trousers that conveyed confidence without sacrificing practicality.

Made my way down stairs

With her attire chosen, Eleanor moved to the kitchen, where the aroma of freshly brewed coffee greeted her. She poured herself a steaming cup, relishing the warmth as it spread through her body, chasing away any lingering traces of drowsiness.

And drank a cup

As she sipped her coffee, Eleanor glanced at her to-do list for the day, mentally preparing herself for the tasks ahead. With a sense of determination, she took a deep breath, ready to tackle whatever challenges awaited her.

""Okay, think, Eleanor," she mused aloud, her brow furrowing in contemplation. "Why would the Beatles replace Paul McCartney like this? He was the pretty boy of the band... so it wouldn't be wise to get rid of something like that." She paused, her mind whirring with possibilities.

Perhaps there were artistic reasons behind the change, a desire for reinvention or experimentation. Or maybe there were personal reasons at play, tensions within the band that led to McCartney's departure or transformation. Eleanor considered these possibilities, weighing each one carefully as she tried to unravel the mystery before her.

Eleanor's thoughts gravitated towards a darker possibility: Paul McCartney's death. The notion that he might have been murdered sent a shiver down her spine. She considered the idea that the band might have replaced him to conceal this grim truth from their fans, preserving their image and legacy. The more she dwelled on it, the more chillingly plausible it seemed. Determined to uncover the truth, Eleanor resolved to dig deeper into the mystery, prepared to face whatever unsettling revelations lay ahead.

With a pen in hand, Eleanor meticulously jotted down her thoughts on who might have been responsible for Paul McCartney's alleged murder and why. As she deliberated, she gradually crossed off names from her list of suspects.

John Lennon, she reasoned, seemed unlikely given his close bond with McCartney and their shared creative synergy as the driving force behind the band. Similarly, George Harrison and Ringo Starr were ruled out for their enduring camaraderie with McCartney.

Turning her attention to George Martin, the Beatles' producer, and Paul's partner at the time, Jane Asher, Eleanor considered their potential motives. She speculated that George might have stood to gain financially from McCartney's demise, while Jane could have been driven by a desire for fame or personal gain.

With each name crossed off her list, Eleanor felt a growing sense of unease. The truth remained elusive, lurking just beyond her grasp as she delved deeper into the labyrinthine mystery surrounding Paul McCartney's fate.

Frustration boiled within Eleanor as she grappled with the perplexing puzzle before her. "If all of these people seem innocent... what the hell happened to McCartney?" she exclaimed, her voice tinged with anger and desperation. Determined to find answers, she rose from her seat and approached the record cover once more.

But instead of scrutinizing it for clues, Eleanor opted for a different approach. With trembling hands, she carefully removed the vinyl from its sleeve and placed it on the turntable. As the needle made contact with the grooves, the haunting strains of "Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band" filled the room.

Closing her eyes, Eleanor allowed herself to be swept away by the music, hoping that amidst the melodies lay the key to unlocking the mystery that had consumed her thoughts. With each note that resonated through the air, she listened intently, searching for any hidden messages or revelations that might shed light on the truth behind Paul McCartney's enigmatic disappearance.

Eleanor's eyes snapped open as she heard the name "Billy Shears" mentioned in the lyrics. Recognizing it as a potential lead, she swiftly grabbed a pen and paper, jotting down the name as a possible suspect in McCartney's alleged murder.

With newfound determination, Eleanor resolved to investigate further, determined to unravel the mystery surrounding Billy Shears and his potential involvement in the grim events that had cast a shadow over the Beatles and their iconic album.

Eleanor pondered the myriad possibilities surrounding the enigmatic figure of Billy Shears. "Billy Shears could be anyone," she murmured to herself, considering the various roles he might have played in McCartney's life and the events leading up to his alleged murder.

He could have been a trusted confidant, a close friend privy to McCartney's innermost secrets. Alternatively, Billy Shears might have been a journalist, exploiting his access to the Beatles for personal gain. Or perhaps he was a crazed fan, obsessed with McCartney to the point of assuming his identity.

As Eleanor mulled over these scenarios, she realized that uncovering the true identity and motivations of Billy Shears would be key to unraveling the mystery that had consumed her thoughts. With determination burning in her heart, she vowed to leave no stone unturned in her quest for answers.

Eleanor's mind raced with the realization that she needed to speak directly to McCartney himself. If anyone held the key to unlocking the truth, it was him. With determination coursing through her veins, she resolved to reach out to him, hoping to glean some insight or confirmation that would bolster her claims.

But how would she approach him? Eleanor knew that contacting a legend like McCartney wouldn't be easy, but she was undeterred. Armed with her convictions and a burning desire for justice, she began to formulate a plan to get in touch with him, determined to uncover the secrets that lay buried beneath the surface.

Eleanor knew that presentation mattered, especially when seeking to gain someone's trust and cooperation. With this in mind, she decided to change into a cuter, more appealing outfit before attempting to contact McCartney.

She perused her wardrobe thoughtfully, selecting pieces that exuded charm and confidence. After much deliberation, she settled on a knee-length floral dress, cinched at the waist with a belt to accentuate her figure. Paired with a delicate necklace and a pair of ballet flats, the ensemble struck the perfect balance between casual elegance and approachability.

With her outfit chosen, Eleanor moved to her vanity, taking care with her hair and makeup. She opted for soft curls cascading over her shoulders and a touch of rosy blush to accentuate her cheeks. A swipe of lip gloss completed the look, adding a subtle hint of allure to her smile.

Satisfied with her transformation, Eleanor took a deep breath and picked up her phone, ready to reach out to McCartney. As she dialed his number, she couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement mingled with nerves. But she pushed aside her doubts, knowing that she was prepared to do whatever it took to uncover the truth.

With determination coursing through her veins, Eleanor set out for the Cavern Club, knowing it was a place where Paul McCartney had strong ties. As she made her way through the bustling streets, her heart raced with anticipation, her mind buzzing with the possibility of finally coming face to face with the legendary musician.

Arriving at the club, Eleanor scanned the crowd, searching for any sign of McCartney's familiar figure. But as the minutes ticked by without success, she felt a sense of disappointment creeping in. Undeterred, she resolved to pursue her quest further, knowing that she couldn't afford to let this setback deter her.

With a determined stride, Eleanor made her way to McCartney's house, her resolve unwavering. She knocked on the door, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for a response. As the door swung open, revealing McCartney standing before her, Eleanor felt a surge of adrenaline course through her veins. This was her chance to finally uncover the truth, and she wasn't about to let it slip away.

Summoning all her courage, Eleanor managed to speak, though her voice trembled with nerves. "Hello, Mr. McCartney," she greeted him, her words barely audible over the pounding of her heart.

Paul regarded her with a calm demeanor, his voice as smooth as velvet as he replied, "'Ello love. Is there any reason why you've decided to not just call me but show up to my house in the middle of the afternoon like a psycho?"

Despite the charm exuded by McCartney, Eleanor knew she couldn't allow herself to be swayed by his charisma. She had a mission, and she needed answers. Swallowing her nerves, she met his gaze squarely, steeling herself for the task at hand.

"I apologize for the intrusion, Mr. McCartney," she began, her voice steadier now. "But I have some questions I'd like to ask you, if you don't mind. It's about... well, it's about something rather serious."

Eleanor couldn't help but notice Paul's discomfort, but she remained resolute in her determination to get to the bottom of the mystery. Ignoring his signals, she pressed on with her inquiry, her voice firm.

"Okay, Mr. McCartney," she began, meeting his gaze unwaveringly. "What's with the new look?"

Paul shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny, his expression guarded. "I just felt like doing something new," he replied, his tone casual but lacking the usual warmth Eleanor had expected.

She sensed there was more to his answer than met the eye, but she knew she couldn't push too hard. For now, she would have to bide her time and continue her investigation through other avenues. With a nod of acknowledgment, Eleanor took her leave, her mind already racing with plans for her next move.

As Paul's answer lingered in the air, Eleanor sensed there was more to his response than met the eye. She studied his demeanor, noting the subtle shifts in his expression and the tension in his posture. It was clear to her that there was something he wasn't saying.

Summoning her courage, Eleanor decided to probe further. "But Mr. McCartney," she persisted, her voice gentle but firm, "this new look... it's quite drastic. It's not just a change of hairstyle or wardrobe. It's almost as if..." She hesitated, searching for the right words.

Paul's gaze faltered for a moment, a fleeting glimpse of vulnerability flashing in his eyes before he regained his composure. "Look, lass," he interjected, his tone firm, "sometimes people just need a change. That's all there is to it."

But Eleanor wasn't so easily swayed. She could sense there was something deeper at play, something Paul wasn't willing to confront. With a determined glint in her eye, she prepared to delve deeper into the mystery, knowing that the truth was within her grasp, if only she had the courage to reach for it.

Despite Paul's attempt to brush off her questions, Eleanor couldn't shake the feeling that there was a deeper story behind his sudden transformation. She couldn't ignore the nagging doubts that gnawed at her mind.

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Eleanor decided to approach the situation from a different angle. "Mr. McCartney," she began again, her tone gentle yet insistent, "I can't help but wonder if there's more to this than just a desire for change. The rumors swirling around about your appearance, about... about whether you're still the same person..."

Paul's eyes narrowed slightly, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. "Look, love," he interrupted, his voice tinged with frustration, "I appreciate your curiosity, I really do. But sometimes rumors are just that - rumors. And as for me, well, I'm still the same old Paul."

But Eleanor wasn't convinced. She could sense there was a vulnerability lurking beneath Paul's confident facade, a vulnerability he was desperately trying to conceal. With a determined resolve, she prepared to press on, determined to uncover the truth no matter what obstacles stood in her way.

Feeling a surge of determination, Eleanor decided to approach the conversation with a mixture of empathy and persistence. She could see the tension in Paul's demeanor, the way his eyes darted nervously as if searching for an escape. But she couldn't back down now, not when she was so close to unraveling the mystery that had consumed her thoughts.

"Mr. McCartney," she said softly, her voice tinged with sympathy, "I understand that change can be difficult, especially when it's accompanied by speculation and rumors. But you must know that people are talking, wondering if there's more to this than meets the eye."

Paul's mask of composure slipped for a moment, a flicker of vulnerability shining through. Eleanor seized the opportunity, pressing on with her questions. "Is there something you're not telling me, Mr. McCartney? Something you're afraid to admit, even to yourself?"

For a moment, there was silence as Paul wrestled with his inner turmoil. Then, with a resigned sigh, he relented. "Alright, lass," he said quietly, his voice barely above a whisper. "There is more to this than meets the eye. But you have to promise me you'll keep it between us."

Eleanor nodded solemnly, her heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, she was about to uncover the truth behind Paul McCartney's mysterious transformation, and she was determined to see it through to the end, no matter what secrets lay buried beneath the surface.

Eleanor's heart leaped with anticipation as Paul seemed on the verge of revealing the truth. She leaned in, her eyes locked with his, ready to hear what he had to say. But before he could utter a word, the door slammed shut with a resounding thud, leaving Eleanor stunned and bewildered.

She pounded on the door, her mind racing with a flurry of questions and possibilities. Had Paul been about to confess something crucial? Or was he simply trying to throw her off the trail? Whatever the case, one thing was clear: she wasn't going to give up until she had the answers she sought.

With a determined resolve, Eleanor turned away from the locked door, her mind already racing with plans for her next move. Paul may have shut her out for now, but she wasn't about to let that stop her from uncovering the truth. The mystery of his transformation had only deepened, and Eleanor was more determined than ever to solve it once and for all.

As Eleanor walked away from Paul McCartney's house, the weight of disappointment settled heavy on her shoulders. She had come so close to uncovering the truth, only to have the door slammed shut in her face.

But as she reflected on the events of the day, Eleanor realized that her quest for answers had only just begun. Despite the setback, she remained undeterred in her determination to unravel the mystery surrounding McCartney's transformation.

With renewed resolve, Eleanor vowed to continue her investigation, exploring every lead and pursuing every clue until she finally uncovered the truth. The road ahead would be long and uncertain, but she was determined to see it through to the end.

And as she walked away, her mind already racing with plans for her next move, Eleanor couldn't help but feel a glimmer of excitement. For she knew that the truth was out there, waiting to be discovered, and she was determined to find it, no matter what obstacles stood in her way.

-End

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