Fry woke up on the ground.
"Ughh" He groaned, rubbing his temples with one hand as he used his other to push himself up.
Fry dusts himself off, pausing to examine his outfit. A sandy colored suit, one he doesn't remember owning, though he feels as though he should, it's a nice suit. Something he thinks he would wear on a very important date.
Shaking his head, he looks around, and is filled with an odd sort of dread. It's New New York. But empty. Completely devoid of all life, except for him.
"Hello?" He calls, taking a timid step forward. "Bender? Leela? Is anyone there?"
No reply."Amy?" He calls a bit louder. Another step taken.
"Hermes?" step "Professor?" step step "Zoidberg?!" He's running, yelling out for his friends. And for some reason, Fry knows they won't answer. That's what scares him the most.
Then, in the distance, he sees a figure, standing, waiting.
"Bender!!" He screams, sprinting now, god he's so so so so so gla-
Oh.
Oh G o d.
Fry skids to a stop, falling on his ass right in front of his best friendbrothersoulmate.
Bender is frozen, Fry can see a thick layer of ice over him now. He suddenly feels sick.
Picking himself up yet again, Fry takes a shaky breath in.
"B-Bender..? O-oh god. I-" He spots something familiar in the corner of his eye and the blood drains from his face. He turns.
"No." He says, "No no no no no no no!"
All of them.
Fry's friends.
His family.
All of them are frozen, the sheen of ice covering all of them head to toe. The only ones not there are the Professor and Leela. But he fears the worst for them and doesn't know why.
Fry is wringing his hands, his vision going blurry as he starts to cry. They're gone they're dead and nothings bringing them back and he knows it's all his fault and he's so confused as to why why why why why why w h y.
Fry is clawing at his arms at this point, sobbing and shaking as he wishes for his heart to stop hurting, and takes a step back. And feels frozen himself when there's nothing there.
"Fry!" A voice calls as he teeters off the edge, failing to catch his balance.
"Leela!" He chokes out, but it's already too late, he's falling down and down and down and it's so dark but so bright and he's crying and he's losing everything and
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Fry wakes up with a scream.
He covers his mouth, eyes wide and full of fear as he shakes under his covers, heart beating hard and eyes leaking endlessly.
Getting up, he walks over to Benders bed, reaching over to grab his metal shoulder. He doesn't even need to shake it as Benders visor slides up instantly, yellow optics glaring for only a moment before changing to concern.
"Aw man, meaty, again?" Bender asks as he sits up. Fry doesn't even answer, just feeling the cool metal before letting out a soft sob, diving into Bender and wrapping him in a hug.
"One of these days you'll tell me what you dream about that gets you so worked up, meatball." Fry again says nothing, and suffers silently. No one else would remember what he means anyway.