I Trust You.
Of the Lesser Known Bender/Fry Romance Genre- you got a problem with that?
Warning: It's kind of... amoral? Twisted?
Two sat on a tattered old couch, the robot popping two bottles of beer from his chest compartment. It might have been their second, but it was probably their fifth.
"I just don't understand it!" cried the human, curled into the corner of the cushions. "Not even the OPERA did it for her! And then she hits me with this, 'lets just be friends' crap."
"She's a bitch Fry." The android stated nonchalantly, guzzling his own beer, "What was the last thing she did for you?"
"I don't know… she's saved my butt a lot." Fry offered
"Yeah, but she does that for everyone. Face it Fry, you just need someone different."
"That's what she said! She was all like 'you're meant for someone else'." The red-head collapsed in on himself, sobbing.
"Well, you always have me y'know. Who needs Leela-what's-her-face?" The robot downed the last of his bottle and pulled out a new one.
"I don't know Bender… I tried so hard… but, I dunno, maybe three years is too long for any guy to wait."
"And you never would've been happy anyway. Her expectations are waaay too high—not like yours."
"Damn right," sniffled the man.
"So don't worry, Bender'll take care of everything. All you need is Bender. You don't want that Cyclopes jerk." The robot handed his companion another beer.
"If you say so," the human agreed, downing the drink in two gulps.
"Exactly, If I say so. I got you Fry. You can't trust anyone else, but you can trust me."
"I can trust you," the man repeated, swigging his beer.
"And nobody else! Forget chicks, they're just gonna break your stupid heart, you're better off without 'em."
"I dunno…" Fry hiccuped. The drink was working its way into his system. He couldn't quite remember how many Bender had handed him. Maybe, just maybe, he would've been more suspicious if he hadn't had quite so many. But probably not.
"You do believe me, don't you?"
"Yeah, Bender, I believe you. 'Course I do…" what a silly question.
"Good." Bender slid closer, "I'm way better than any of the other losers you hang out with. I can take care of you. Just me. Leela can't do that."
"'Guess not," Fry agreed
"So you'll trust me? In everything? Bender knows best?" the robot leaned over his drunken friend.
" 'Bsoloutly," slurred the human.
"And you won't argue?"
"Never."
"Perfect." The android split into a wicked grin.
The room spun, there was the sound of a bottle breaking, and the world twisted out of recognition.
Sounds. Noises that wrap around your mind and draw answering cries.
Single moment of clarity; filled with the fascinated pain that gives horror movies their power. Disgusted, but begging for more.
Terrified, but unwilling to end. The paradox of conflicting emotions.
And the man would continue to give, no matter what was taken.
...This turned out REALLY different than I first imagined.
I was actually expecting fluff, if you can believe it. But it wrote itself this way. Pretty dark. Unbelievably twisted. But then again, it IS Bender's nature to use Fry. For whatever he wants. And never realize it was wrong.
Besides being my contribution into the world of lesser pairings, it was also an experament with dialogue. The world needs more, so write yourself some. I'll read it at least, I assure you.
Comments? Critique?
