Peter enters the machine battling the swirling thoughts in his mind. How did he get here, when he worked so hard to avoid it? Will his emotions betray him?
Over the course of three seasons, I have fallen into another reality. I've never seen anything on television as good as Fringe.
I love the Fringe characters so much. But the mysterious Peter Bishop is my favorite. There are so many more things to discover about him... if he lives through the season finale! This is the story spanning the three years of a burdened man's misunderstood journey.
Fringe is not my creation. It is solely the brain-child of JJ Abrams and the Bad Robot team. Thank you for giving us such a rich world and characters to play with!
Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe Fringe
Deep in the bowels of a mountain bunker, humanity was threatened. Two universal factions vied for the right to exist. One side or both could lose everything. But some dared to hope that there was a way to preserve both realities. However, hope of such an optimistic outcome was quickly fading away. A gigantic machine hummed and creaked as it prepared to perform the task that would yield unknown results. The vacuum, as it was called, moved into position, drawing from the battery-pack human interface. One Peter Bishop.
Peter's body shook as electric waves tingled up and down his spine. A sensation washed over his flesh, and he could no longer deny the fact that he just possibly wasn't strong enough to endure the onslaught coursing through the core mass of his battered body. He had become synchronized with the ancient vacuum, truly led to fate's doorstep, no matter how much he tried to avoid accepting that he really had no choice. He had to admit, he felt mysteriously drawn to the Doomsday Device, compelled by some attractive force he can not avoid or understand. It was like a train-wreck, but instead of gawking at the horror, he was jumping in and desiring to become consumed by the tragedy.
Oh, he sort of did have a say... After all, his motis operandi before Olivia conned him back to his father was to tuck-tail and run away, like a thief in the night when shit got tough. But Peter could no longer accept running away because the stakes were too high this time. It was all eventual. Not truly destiny per-say, but a series of events manipulated by various forces with differing interests in the outcome.
He was the culmination of thousands of years of manipulation via psychological, sociological and genetic manipulations. How much of a cosmic joke that he was the last to know of any of this. To be allowed to drift aimlessly like a feather, only to be grabbed and suffocated in a pillow...
From the day Over There that he had synched up with the ominous power source, shockingly realizing that it was made only for him, Peter wanted nothing to do with this. He believed there was another way to fix all the damage that was done simply because one heartbroken father saved his life.
In a way, one could say that this was a self-fulfilling prophecy. Peter could not get it out of his head for so long. He was meant to die. Peter Bishop was supposed to fucking die! On both sides. Both Walters and Elizabeths could then go on with their lives, and none of these events would have occurred. No one could understand the gravity of the weight Peter carried on his shoulders once he had learned the truth of his origins. How could they and not go insane?
No one else knew just how serious his despair was, or how close he was to ending it all. He had played with a .45 several times contemplating the coward's way out. The closest he came to ending his his life was when he found out that Olivia was trapped in the other universe. If something had happened to her, he was prepared to gas himself to death in the lab. He even had a suicide note written up for Walter. Thank goodness he burned the wretched thing, but her return did nothing to salve the burn in his heart. Especially when she confided in him that the alternate Brandon Fayette planned to vivisect her and return her hulled-out shell to them. Peter wept all that night... she knew nothing of his suicidal tendencies, and he preferred to keep it that way.
But an Observer had told him that this was not his fault. He was supposed to live. This collision course of universal destruction was rooted in a cause far more overreaching and complicated than just Walter's brave act of love. The worlds have been on a collision course for an eon. Walter and Olivia; each of them had been used with Peter as a focus in a scheme to benefit the last survivors of an ancient and long-forgotten culture. All at the possible cost of billions of innocent people's lives. People just like Peter, that wanted nothing more than to enjoy life with friends and family.
He was a real-life version of Herbert's Kwisatz Haderach, but unlike Paul Atreides, he would not rule a divided universe. He would not push the burden of his existential duty onto others. He was more akin to God, Shiva, or Oppenheimer... Creator or Destroyer of Worlds. He was sure if it was the latter, then there was place for him in Hell. Certainly he was a damned soul, undeserving of a benevolent deity's mercy for his sins.