Fight Club II (Fan-Fiction)

Narrator from origin story envisions the return of his devious buddy Tyler Durden and discovers yet another path towards darkness.

One extra movie fanfiction, my second attempt to generate an adapted sequel to David Fincher's extremely shocking but rather tasty Fight Club. Enjoy!

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It was years since our nameless narrator had parted ways with his alter-ego buddy Tyler Durden. Well, it'd actually just been 1 year, but it certainly and oddly felt like multiple years. Our narrator, who've we've nicknamed 'Chuck' had actually tried to amend his life for the more exciting, taking the very albeit strange chaotic advice of Tyler Durden, who otherwise showed him a tunnel of pure anarchism and antisocial American madness that nearly bordered on undesirable homegrown terrorism, and decided to leave his boring job at this normal city office and took a position at a toy company, serving as consultant for design and aesthetics of newly marketable toys in American stores and online. Chuck was therefore now only thinking of two things --- how to forget Tyler Durden completely and how to make things right with his some-time girlfriend-sweetheart Marla Singer. Chuck resolved to call Marla and took her out to dinner on a Friday to a nice Italian restaurant where they shared lobster ravioli and then proceeded to do the same every Friday for the next 2 months before proposing marriage to her. Marla accepted!

Now, Chuck is a normal and steady man. He has a wife. Marla's been working online as a seamstress-consultant for her new friend-ring managed vintage clothing shop called Dartmouth. This is a very quaint couple, as odd as that may actually seem. However, Chuck is now eerily thinking back to his days with Tyler Durden, when he compelled Chuck to join those nasty but irresistible underground 'fight clubs' which led to a near Apocalypse involving the devastation of credit card company buildings in the big city designed to create pure vertigo regarding pedestrian capitalism in the modern marketplace. Yes, Tyler Durden took Chuck from his life of office sanity and converted it into a life of urban mayhem. Now that Chuck was reformed and happy and steadily forgetting about this past life, he couldn't help wonder if somehow by some strange nod of the mind or twilight zone, that Tyler Durden was still real and would return to him somehow and someday. This wonder was not unjustified in the end for our early narrator Chuck.

CHUCK: I knew I'd see you again, Tyler.

TYLER: You missed me!
CHUCK: So, how you been?
TYLER: Can't complain, amigo!
CHUCK: Why've you come back to me, Tyler?
TYLER: Wondering if you wanted to hijack a plane with me?
CHUCK: What plane and for what God-forsaken reason, man?
TYLER: Well, we'd hijack Aeroflot!
CHUCK: The Russian airline company?
TYLER: Yup.

CHUCK: Why?

TYLER: To make a fun statement about post-Soviet capitalism.

CHUCK: By sabotaging commercial airline travel?
TYLER: Yup.

CHUCK: Dude, we'd look like Al Qaeda.

TYLER: No, we wouldn't.

CHUCK: So this is all for some revamped anti-capitalism crusade?

TYLER: Yup.

CHUCK: Why?
TYLER: Because man...you are bored.

CHUCK: Man, why'd I imagine you'd be my better escort?

TYLER: Who knows?

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)