"Who's there?" Ringo asked, his deep voice echoing through the dark hallway he was standing in.

"Oh Starkey, don't play dumb. I believe you know who we are..."

It took a hot minute for Ringo to realize who the two people talking were. But when he knew, his heart dropped. It was the scientists. And from the time in their annoying voices, they weren't happy with him.

"What are you doing here?! You need to leave!"

Dr. Tobias stepped out of the shadows, revealing that there was a deep hole in where his eye used to be, "Oh, we're here to throw you a tea party! You know, in honor of stabbing me and all!"

"Would you like biscuits with your tea?" Dr. Himmel joined in as he stood next to his friend, his knees bandaged. 

Ringo rolled his eyes, "Are you going to put poison in my little tea cup?"

Patrick smirked and pulled out an oversized needle glowing with green liquid, "No, we're putting SCIENCE inside!"

Ringo's eyes got big as he started run away from the pair. But as he running he heard both of those mad scientists chasing him, calling out his name in his distorted voices.

"RINGO! COME BACK! DON'T YOU WANT US TO HELP YOU?!"

"NO!!"

"We won't hurt you dear Richie."

"I said no!!"

The scientists laughed as they chased the screaming and teary eyed Ringo Starr. However, as the drummer was running, he felt himself getting smaller and smaller with each step he took. At first, it wasn't bad. But after a few steps, he was the size of a pebble! Somehow, the scientists remind the same height.

The drummer turned back around to see the scientists towering over him. Since he was so little, their laugher sounded very loud to his tiny ears. It was so loud that he actually had to cover his ears! Dr. Himmel saw this and mocked him, "Aww!! What's wrong? Are we too loud for your little ears?"

That caused Dr. Tobias to roar with laughter, causing the ground to shake for poor Ringo. He looked around desperately for something or someone to help him. He saw a hole in the dark ground. The hole made a white spot in the seemingly never-ending darkness. He jumped into it, paying no mind to the scientist duo yelling at him to stop.

The blue eyed man fell face first onto a pitch white ground. When he stood up, he saw that there was black holes in the sky and a few on the floor. He decided to stick his head into one of the holes. He saw his six year-old back in the hospital, recovering from his appendix surgery.

"I remember that. I was stuck in that hospital for a long time!" Ringo exclaimed as he took his head out of the hole.

He walked out of that hole and into the one next door. He saw him and his bandmates playing outside with Brian standing across from them, beaming with pride. The younger Beatles looked human again. Although the blue eyed Beatle couldn't hear anything, he could tell that they were laughing and joking around.

"They were so happy.....and now they're not. But I'll make them happy again! I swear on my life!" Ringo thought to himself as he moved away from the large hole. The short Beatle continued to walk through the sea of holes, occasionally looking into one of them. He saw many things in the many holes. From treasured childhood memories to fun times with his friends. It was all fun and games, until a hand sprouted from one of the holes in the ground and grabbed Ringo by his soft hair and pulled him in.

Starr landed on his face. But when he looked up, fear shot up his veins. The two mad scientists stood over him. Ringo was back to his normal height, but that didn't matter. Before the drummer could even take a deep breath, Patrick picked him up and threw him in John's cryogenic chamber. His mind beginning to process what was about to happen, tried to race out the chamber. But Dr. Himmel shut the door closed when the sobbing Beatle was halfway to the door.

"LET ME OUT! PLEASE!" Ringo begged as he banged his hands on the foggy glass. Standing outside of the glass was a panicked looking Brian and his crying little brothers. Paul, George, and John looked more human, but they didn't look happy.

Dr. Tobias grabbed the big needle he had before and walked into the chamber. Brian tried to stop him, but Dr. Himmel grinned and held him back by his arms, muffing the manager's pleas and cries. His partner picked up Ringo by his right arm and stuck the long needle right into it as the helpless drummer screamed and sobbed in pure fear. The second he finished, the thin scientist rushed out of the chamber and closed the door, waiting for the transformation to take place. And sadly, he didn't have to wait long.

Ringo screamed at the top of his lungs as tree branches sprouted out of his skin. He cried up to the angels for help as Brian and his mates cried and wailed for him. But his cries fell upon deaf ears as the drummer's painful transformation stopped. Starr did look taller than before, but it wasn't a good thing. He was as tall and thin as a tree. His skin turned into tree bark, his arms and legs turned into branches, his hair was now long green leaves on his head, his eyes were pure white, and long and short tree branches were sticking out all over his body. He couldn't speak, for his mouth was trapped underneath in tree bark.

"HOW DARE YOU!! I'll KILL YOU!"

"Poor Ringo..."

 "IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME AGAIN!!!"

"ANYONE BUT HIM!!!!"

Ringo couldn't hear them. It was like he was in his own little world. He only heard a voice calling out to him. "Wake up. Wake up, Richard. Ringo!"

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Ringo awoke with a jump. He looked around his room. He saw a few IV bags that he was hooked up to and a confused yet worried looking doctor standing over him. No holes, no scientists. He touched his face, arms, legs, and hair. No bark, no branches.

"It was all.....a dream...? A horrid dream.." Ringo muttered as he looked at his hand, the glare of his many shiny rings in his glassy eyes.

"Pardon?" The doctor asked as he walked closer to the bed that the drummer was laying in.

Ringo snapped out of his own head and smiled softly, "Sorry. I just had a nightmare. But it's ok!"

He sighed in relief, "That's good! I'm here to see how your stitches are doing. Do you mind?"

"Go right ahead, Sir."

The doctor pulled up Ringo's shirt and blanket to scan over his stitches. They looked alright, but they still need to heal some more before he can take them out. "I'm sure by six weeks, they'll be good to go!"

"Six weeks?! That's too long!"

"That's how long it takes for stitches to heal properly. You're actually lucky it's not longer, Mr. Starr."

Ringo frowned as the doctor fixed his shirt and pulled the blanket closer to him, after that he started to exit the room. "I'll be on my way, call if you need anything."

Once the door was closed, Ringo sunk into bed. He can't lay around for six weeks and do nothing for his poor baby brothers. That just wasn't a possibility. "I'm either gonna have to recover in record time or push through the pain..." He thought to himself as he snuggled into his blanket.

Ringo felt his eyes getting heavy. He was scared to go back to asleep, considering that nightmare from earlier. But you can't fight sleep forever! He ended up going to sleep seconds later. And thankfully, he had a much better sleep than before.