FuturArcher Prologue
Disclaimer: I do not own Futurama or Archer. I'm just a fan of both.
Year: 19XX
Location: New York City
Young delivery boy Philip J. Fry, a pizza delivery boy with orange hair and a red jacket, arrives at a rather run down and dirty laundromat.
"Hello! Delivery for," Fry says while he pulls out a piece of paper, "U.R Fat? Ah crud."
"Bwahahaha! Told ya he would say it." Said by a man in a suit to an overweight blonde female as they arise out from their hiding space behind the register counter.
"Ha ha, very funny. Now cough up the 12.50." Fry demands, annoyed.
"Sure I-12.50!? What kind of Blue Shirt pizza delivery service are you working for!?" The man in the suit yells.
"…uh, what?" The blonde woman says to the man in the suit.
"The Blue Shirts, or officially the Army Comrades Association, a far right organization formed in the Free State of Ireland who sent soldiers to fight as nationalists in the Spanish Civil War. Dammit Pam, read a book!" Exclaimed the man in the suit.
Fry and Pam stay silent for a minute awkwardly exchanging glances.
"So, you don't want the pizza?" Askes Fry.
"No, ugh, just come upstairs. I don't have that kind of cash on me." Says the man in the suit.
"Yeah, because you shoved it down a strippers thong and then some." Pam says, mockingly.
"Shut it Pam!" The man in the suit commands.
Fry follows the man and the suit and Pam confused to a set of dryers. The man in the suit bangs on them and reveals a hidden elevator.
"Woah." Says Fry in amazement.
"If you like that, wait till you see the shit up there." Pam tells Fry.
The three enter the elevator and take it upstairs while the dryers go back to their original position. The elevator arrives and the doors open up to a rather tall yet attractive woman and a man wearing a sweater vest chasing a man with a beard in his underwear carrying a cylinder around a rather business looking office.
"Dammit Krieger! I will kill you!" The woman shouts to the half-naked bearded man.
"If you would just let me explain Lana I-!" Krieger shouts back.
"Give me back my shoes!" The man in the sweater vest interrupts.
"Cyril! Just listen to-," before Krieger can finish his he bumps into Fry, causing the cylinder and the pizza to go flying.
"AH!" Lana and Cyril exclaim.
The cylinder falls into the man in the suit's hands while the pizza hits the floor.
"Woah, nice catch A-," "Sterling Mallory Archer! What in GOD's name are you-," An older woman holding a glass of some kind of alcohol with ice interrupts Krieger and yells at the man in the suit until she notices the pizza box on the floor and the red haired, red jacketed boy.
"Oh, who are you?" The woman askes in a light tone that still somehow comes off as menacing.
"Oh, I'm Fry." He says, nervously. "Uh, I delivered that pizza that is now on the floor. They brought me up here because they were low on cash, but…"
"Ah, I see." The woman says in the same tone.
Before anyone could say another word, the woman bashes Fry over the head with her glass, causing him to black out. Fry wakes up back in his apartment.
"Uhg *double lip smack* what? Where am I?" Fry looks around semi-franticly. "In my apartment? Was that all just a dream?" He repositions himself on the side of his bed and a splitting headache hits him. "OW! Oh man. What happened last night?" As he gets up a beer bottle falls out of his sheets. Fry picks it up, examines it and says "That most have been some crazy night." His alarm goes off. "Oh crap I'm late for work!" He quickly dresses and runs out the door.
"Think he'll remember?" Archer asks the elderly woman next to him, watching from across the street in a trench coat as Fry runs franticly to his job.
"You insult me. He doesn't seem like that smart of a boy at all and he seems to have a very short attention span. Common among the youth today." The elderly woman says.
"That's good." Archer says.
"Now never do something that stupid ever again. Bringing a civilian up to our secret HQ, you total idiot." The woman says belittling Archer.
"What, I… uh, yes mother." Archer says in compliance.
"Good boy."
The two walk off.
