George scribbles furiously on a piece of paper, his eye twitching and knee bouncing up down with anxiousness.

Have to get it done have to get it done have to get it done have to get it done...

His breathing is hard and the pencil is about to snap almost giving into the grip of his hand. The light flickers for a moment, then resumes it's orange dull glow over the quiet one. Hundreds of papers dance behind him in the wind pouring through the open window letting moonlight cover the red carpet in a white glow.

Have to get it done have to get it done have to get it done have to get it done...

"George?"

A single voice filled with worry and unease ripped Harrison from his work.

"What?" He growled.

"Um...I know inktober is important but could you at least come down for dinner? We haven't seen you all day." Paul rested his head against the door hoping he would give in.

"It'll interrupt my concentration. I can't draw without concentrating!" Harrison had said the same thing several times.

"Um...alright..." Paul was hesitant to close the door, he was worried about his friend, he always got like this during inktober.

"Is he coming?" John asked tiredly as he sat down at the dinner table.

Paul shook his head solemnly, "doesn't seem like he'll be coming out anytime soon."

Ringo slammed his hands on the table and quickly apologized to the table then said, "we gotta get him outta there!"

"No use Rings, remember what happened last year? He almost killed Paulie with a blow dryer because he took his pencils away." John pointed out and then took a bite of meatloaf.

"What if we just try to negotiate calmly..."

"Paul, that didn't work either. George almost killed you with the hairdryer that time too."

"Why am I the one that has to almost get killed with a hairdryer?"

"Because Ringo always almost dies of sadness and I always almost die from eating too many cucumbers." Lennon pointed out.

Ringo suddenly stood up and made a way for George's room.

"RinG0 n0."

"RinG0 yES." The drummer roundhouse kicked the door and it flew across the room and hit George who was currently making his hundred and twentieth attempt at drawing eyes.

"George! You better come out and eat dinner or I'll.....I'll....hug you to death!"

"How is that in any way threatening?!" John exclaimed.

"Because he's intending that he's willing to give so much physical affection that it would kill someone. That's the scary part..." Paul whispered.

"Why can't you guys just leave me be?!" George screamed as he chucked several watercolor brushes at them, "the month's almost over!"

"Wait, really? I thought it was still the seventh."

"No no no, that was when the author started writing this story but she was too lazy and put it off for the entire month."

"Oh that makes sense."

"Are you done yet?"

"No we don't happen to be, George. You know better than to talk to your Aunt Mimi that way!" John used his high pitched Mimi voice but it wasn't working. If anything it seemed to make George even more pissed off.

"Don't be an upset spaghet. Just eat something." Ringo reached into his shirt and pulled out a ramen flavoring packet.

"Better not be a condom again..." John mumbled.

"I don't want your flavoring powder! I WANT THE SOULS OF THE INNOCENT."

"Take Ringo's then. We can always get another drummer." Paul pointed out.

"Way to throw me under the bus, guys." Ringo sniffled.

Johns sighed and guessed he had to take initiative, "I'll go to IKEA to get some souls. Paul and Ringo should look after George and make sure he doesn't eat the chandeliers again."

Lennon turned and walked out of the room wondering why the Beatle household couldn't have one normal day for once but then he remember that they were the Beatles and it didn't really matter anyways.

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"HOW DO BAGS WORK?" John was struggling trying to put the IKEA bag on the little hooks in order to have a shopping cart but he only managed to get peanut butter all over the bag and himself, "Man, I wish whenever I struggle with bags an excessive amount of peanut butter wouldn't show up..." John said to himself.

"Would you like me to help you, sir?" A dog asked.

"SUGAR HONEY ICE TEA. WHY ARE YOU TALKING."

"Anything can happen at IKEA dear one..."

"Well I'm glad you asked but I got it." John had finally gotten the bag on the hooks and was now making his way towards the escalator.

"Ta-ta dear one. Nothing is what it seems." And the dwoggo disappeared.

"I shouldn't have drank that tea Paulie gave me."

"ARE YOU INTENDING THAT I LACED IT WITH LSD?" Paul screamed from behind.

"HOW THE BLOODY HELL DID YOU GET HERE?" The rhythm guitarist clutched his heart and had ten million aneurisms.

"I can sense when you talk shit about me...also don't miss the step off."

John just happened to miss the step off and tripped over the edge of the top of the escalator.

"Yeah thanks..." John rolled his eyes and got up looking around but the bassist wasn't to be seen, "I just wanna get some souls and leave."

John knew he was supposed to follow the arrows on the floor but he decided screw that and went backwards. As soon as he took a step alarm bells rang.

"I won't say their name but their name is John Lennon and they tried to walk the pathway backwards! Stone him!" A voice from the speakers blurted out.

"PLEASE SIR, HAVE MERCY." John collapsed.

Although you couldn't see who was on the other side of the speakers you could almost hear the eye roll.

"We're not gonna actually stone ya, you daft git! Just follow the rules!"

"Oh okay." John sniffled and got up, then bolted down the isle in the wrong direction.

Shoppers were horrified at the sight. A lonely mid-aged man running down the wrong way at IKEA was the worst it could get.
Lennon could see the souls, lined neatly on the shelf in packs of ten. He shoved all the souls he could get and booked it to the check-out counter. He could hear the alarm bells ringing in the distance of the empty Swedish isles of IKEA and smiled.

"Good evening sir, did you find everything alright?" The cashier asked.

"Listen, I need to make a quick getaway. I don't ha-"

"I said did you find everything alright?"

"Listen, I really need t-"

"Did you find everything alright?"

"YES I DID, CAN I PLEASE GO?!"

"Credit or debit?"

"I'M NOT PLAYING THESE GAMES!"

"Credit or debit?"

The guitarist just ran past the cashier and outside, chucking the souls and the entire shopping cart into his car.

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"How long does it take to get a few souls?" Paul huffed.

"John probably just got caught up behind some traffic." Ringo suggested.

"Impossible. We all know he can't drive."

"I'm hurt Paul, why would you say such lies?" John walked in triumphantly with the souls in little IKEA bags.

"John! Give him some before he eats another chandelier!"

It was too late before George had dove for the bags and ate everything including the boxes and part of John's leg. Oh well.

"Are you going to stop drawing now because the author needs to finish this story." Paul sassed.

"Yes, I am now a normal human male and this is now a happy ending in which it will end with us all hugging." George stated.

Nope that's not what happened, the moon blew up and everyone was sad because there were no more tides.

The IKEA also blew up.

The End