Coronation Street - Peter's Nightmare (Retcon)
Mar 1, 2017 12:36:41 GMT
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A lot of bad things are happening for Peter Barlow. Nick and Lee are getting married for the 12th time, Simon hates him again, his family think he is a loser even though he is the most sane out of most of them, Toyah is stroppy and whiny. As Peter sat at the bar once again, drowning his sorrows with whatever alcoholic drink he could get his hands on, he thought to himself "What is the point?"
For years he has done nothing but have affairs, try and find the next love of his life before marrying and cheating on her, drinking himself to near death, only to sort himself out just to fall deeper into despair a few months later. And if all didn't go as planned he went back to Portsmouth to lick his wounds, before returning to the grimy street once again a couple of years later. Rinse repeat. It felt like a bad soap opera story.
Peter knocked back his drink and felt the world spin. He lurched as there was a pain in his stomach and he fell onto the hard floor of the Rovers Return.
"There is that Peter pissed again" screeched Liz McDonald
"Oh flippin 'eck" said Steve "now Michelle will kill me. Just hope Peter doesn't piss all over the place again."
"Oi" screeched Liz "pissing over the place is my job"
Simon entered and saw Peter lying there. He croaked "not again, you promised not to drink!"
"Sorry son" Peter slurred and tried to get up but slumped down.
Nick and Leanne entered. Leanne rolled her eyes and tutted and Nick grimaced.
"Just typical" huffed Leanne "always letting our Sigh down"
"What kind of father are you?" growled Nick
"I'm sorry" whined Peter as he reached his hand out, but Simon, Nick and Leanne stormed out.
Peter noticed Ken sitting at the table. Ken sighed "Oh Peter". Tracy was sat next to him, and she put her arms round Ken's shoulder.
"Why don't you just do us all a favour and go to hell?" shouted Tracy
Adam and Daniel stood over Peter. Adam sneered and Daniel sighed.
"What's wrong Uncle Peter, can't even bring yourself to die right?" laughed Adam
The whole residents gathered round Peter and chanted "piss head" over and over again.
The world went black. Peter found himself exiting his body and flying up in the sky towards a white light.
He saw some figures lurking and when he adjusted his eyes he saw his mother Valerie (with hair dryer still attached to hand). Then his ex-wife Lucy. His twin sister Susan. Dressed in white with angel wings and halos floating above their heads. Peter smiled.
"Come to us our Pete" said Susan
"Yes son" said Valerie "you will join your family at long last"
But Lucy stepped in front of Peter.
"Sorry, no alky, cheating, bigamist scumbags up here Barlow. You will join the rest of the soap scum"
With that Lucy pushed Peter as he descended for a fiery inferno.
"Noooooo" he cried
Peter found himself hogtied and secure on a wooden table. He groaned and cried. Out of the flames came Frank Foster, with burned flesh and demon red eyes. Frank cackled.
"I don't go for men, but you will do for now"
Peter let out another cry.
Peter's eyes snapped open. He felt dazed, sick and confused. He wondered where he was. It took him a few moments, but he realised he was in hospital. He could hear a machine beep.
He saw his dad at the side of the bed.
"Peter, you are awake! Doctor! Doctor!" shouted Ken
Doctors came to check Peter. To his horror, it turns out he has been in a coma for the past six years, ever since he was caught in the Joinery Bar explosion and tram crash.
After a while Peter was able to speak.
"Oh dad" he said "I had such a terrible dream"
"What was it son?" asked Ken
"Oh dad...Tracy was released early for murder...after only three years..."
"Oh how silly Peter" said Ken "that scumbag is still securely locked up. It will be a while before she is released."
"And Lee and Nick were married again..."
"Leanne is still married to you Peter, after the pair of you wedded on your death bed. Admittedly she has continued being a tart, but that is Leanne Battersby for you."
"And I was married to Carla Connor..."
"Carla? She is happily married to the binman Trevor."
"And Simon hates me..."
"Well son, Simon is an obnoxious little shit. Nothing we can do about that. At least Amy is a nice sweet girl. Thank god her mother isn't here to influence her."
Peter lay his head back and smiled.
Maybe the past six years were just his comatose dream, but now it looked like things were looking up in Peter's world.
For years he has done nothing but have affairs, try and find the next love of his life before marrying and cheating on her, drinking himself to near death, only to sort himself out just to fall deeper into despair a few months later. And if all didn't go as planned he went back to Portsmouth to lick his wounds, before returning to the grimy street once again a couple of years later. Rinse repeat. It felt like a bad soap opera story.
Peter knocked back his drink and felt the world spin. He lurched as there was a pain in his stomach and he fell onto the hard floor of the Rovers Return.
"There is that Peter pissed again" screeched Liz McDonald
"Oh flippin 'eck" said Steve "now Michelle will kill me. Just hope Peter doesn't piss all over the place again."
"Oi" screeched Liz "pissing over the place is my job"
Simon entered and saw Peter lying there. He croaked "not again, you promised not to drink!"
"Sorry son" Peter slurred and tried to get up but slumped down.
Nick and Leanne entered. Leanne rolled her eyes and tutted and Nick grimaced.
"Just typical" huffed Leanne "always letting our Sigh down"
"What kind of father are you?" growled Nick
"I'm sorry" whined Peter as he reached his hand out, but Simon, Nick and Leanne stormed out.
Peter noticed Ken sitting at the table. Ken sighed "Oh Peter". Tracy was sat next to him, and she put her arms round Ken's shoulder.
"Why don't you just do us all a favour and go to hell?" shouted Tracy
Adam and Daniel stood over Peter. Adam sneered and Daniel sighed.
"What's wrong Uncle Peter, can't even bring yourself to die right?" laughed Adam
The whole residents gathered round Peter and chanted "piss head" over and over again.
The world went black. Peter found himself exiting his body and flying up in the sky towards a white light.
He saw some figures lurking and when he adjusted his eyes he saw his mother Valerie (with hair dryer still attached to hand). Then his ex-wife Lucy. His twin sister Susan. Dressed in white with angel wings and halos floating above their heads. Peter smiled.
"Come to us our Pete" said Susan
"Yes son" said Valerie "you will join your family at long last"
But Lucy stepped in front of Peter.
"Sorry, no alky, cheating, bigamist scumbags up here Barlow. You will join the rest of the soap scum"
With that Lucy pushed Peter as he descended for a fiery inferno.
"Noooooo" he cried
Peter found himself hogtied and secure on a wooden table. He groaned and cried. Out of the flames came Frank Foster, with burned flesh and demon red eyes. Frank cackled.
"I don't go for men, but you will do for now"
Peter let out another cry.
Peter's eyes snapped open. He felt dazed, sick and confused. He wondered where he was. It took him a few moments, but he realised he was in hospital. He could hear a machine beep.
He saw his dad at the side of the bed.
"Peter, you are awake! Doctor! Doctor!" shouted Ken
Doctors came to check Peter. To his horror, it turns out he has been in a coma for the past six years, ever since he was caught in the Joinery Bar explosion and tram crash.
After a while Peter was able to speak.
"Oh dad" he said "I had such a terrible dream"
"What was it son?" asked Ken
"Oh dad...Tracy was released early for murder...after only three years..."
"Oh how silly Peter" said Ken "that scumbag is still securely locked up. It will be a while before she is released."
"And Lee and Nick were married again..."
"Leanne is still married to you Peter, after the pair of you wedded on your death bed. Admittedly she has continued being a tart, but that is Leanne Battersby for you."
"And I was married to Carla Connor..."
"Carla? She is happily married to the binman Trevor."
"And Simon hates me..."
"Well son, Simon is an obnoxious little shit. Nothing we can do about that. At least Amy is a nice sweet girl. Thank god her mother isn't here to influence her."
Peter lay his head back and smiled.
Maybe the past six years were just his comatose dream, but now it looked like things were looking up in Peter's world.
