Hi, ya'll. Just taking a little break from my major stories and writing... Are you ready?.. A Futurama fic! -Cue theme- It'll be a little bit like the show, I hope, if a little more romantic, but hopefully you'll like it. I'll put a spoiler warning for "The Devil's Hands are Idle Playthings" and the two movies just in case. And it's my first Futurama fanfic, so please be easy on me!
It takes place after "The Devil's Hands are Idle Playthings" and is loosely parodying a certain Charles Dickens book, FYI. Get ready for bitter sweetness!! :D
Disclaimer: I don't own Futurama, and if I did, I wouldn't be writing this fanfiction. Is that so hard to understand?
Title Shows. Subline: Grotesque Lobster Mutations R Us
Setting: mHop, Fry is finishing his now mediocre Holophoner opera, with Leela the only audience member. Fry finishes playing and walks over to Leela.
"That was wonderful," Leela commented.
Fry smiled. He loved every second that Leela was on good terms with him. Now that his nerve was up, he should probably ask. "So, Leela, I was kind of wondering. Do you want to go get dinner? Y'know, together?"
"Yeah, that sounds nice," Leela agreed.
OK, listen up people. You don't even want to know firsthand what happened next, so I'll just have Fry explain it to Bender. Enjoy...
Fry returned to his shared apartment with a black eye and a tired expression. Bender took one look at him and remarked, "Wow, what crawled up your ass and died?"
"Nothing, it was just my date," Fry explained. He flopped onto the couch. "First, all the nice resteraunts where full, apparantly all the people who came to the opera went out to eat after. Then we had to go to some crappy fast food resteraunt. I brought the condiments to our table, but spilled the tray all over her dress. Then they ran out of food."
Bender laughed, but soon stopped under Fry's annoyed glare. "Sorry," he apologized. "Did ya get a kiss goodnight?"
"More like a punch to the face," Fry corrected. "Geeze, even when I actually get a date, I always manage to screw it up. What the Hell's wrong with me?"
"If ya ask me, it's because you have way too many emotions. Just aquire the one I use. It's called the Bender," Bender explained.
"Nah, I don't feel like being a robot," Fry disagreed.
"I have an idea! Why don't you go out and drink yourself happy?" Bender suggested. "It's what I always do when a Fembot decides she's too good for me, Bender," Bender suggested.
"Sure, that sounds like fun," Fry replied, starting to get up.
"Have a nice time," Bender responded, resting his footcups on the coffee table and turning the TV to "All My Circuits."
"...Y'know what, I am going out," Fry informed. "Seeya later."
"If you come back at three in the morning and you're as drunk as Hermes at Christmas, I'm not opening the door," Bender called after him.
"OK," Fry agreed.
Okay, that was short. But I was just starting it. I might finish it later today, but don't count on it. I'm going school shopping and to a barbecue today, so I don't have lots of time for the computer today. Tomorrow definately, though. So, yeah. :)
Review, please. I'm nervous... My regular reviewers probably won't review this, depending if they watch Futurama or not... /
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