It will seem I have strayed off the werewolf course at times, but I know where I'm going with this one. Also after watching An American werewolf in Paris I realized my story wasn't that much like it, even though it, with a lot of other werewolf movies (and a few bad Halloween-styled cliches) was the inspiration for it. Welcome to chapter three.
Don't Fry Wolf!;
Chapter three/ 'Bad Fry Rising, part one'
Rated; M/ L, V (fighting, scary theme)
Opening sequence: Based on a fake movie, based on a true story.
(-Planet Express building-)
Fry and Bender sat snuggled up on the couch, the television capturing their interest. Amy read a magazine at the table while Leela played Tetris on her wrist communicator.
"Species everywhere are mourning the loss of Paris Milton's head." Morbo said on the TV, siting behind the anchor desk as usual. "But Morbo is mourning the death of the gazillion dollar heiress most of all."
"Hahahaha.. wait, you are?" Linda eyed the anchor monster, caught by surprise.
"Morbo wanted to destroy her." Morbo dropped his head into his hands and started to sob.
Bender flipped the channel to Elzar.
"Now in honor of the death of Ms. Milton's head. Today I'm gonna teach the Snobbian people of Tinkerbell 8 how to make soylent dishes from 'People on a Budget'." Elzar held up his latest cookbook, which showed Elzar cooking some homeless bum in a large pot on the cover.
Bender actually turned it.
"Snobbians everywhere are starving. Help keep these poor Snobbians alive by sending just eighty-six cents a day." A woman said while images of skinny hungry Snobbians flashed by on the screen like a 'feed the kids' charity program. "With your sponsorship you will pay to send 'Budget de Soylent' to feed starving Snobbians aliens. If you give to just one insane cause this year, please let it be this one."
Bender turned it to All My Circuits.
"Calculon, your good friend Paris Milton's head has passed on to that big head jar in the sky." Monique broke the tragic news.
Calculon fell to his knees, screaming dramatically toward the sky and crying out a loud "Noooooooooo!"
"Sheesh, you think people would be praising us for getting rid of her." Fry said in contrast.
"Eh, she just made people believe she was a deity." Bender took a drink of beer.
"Just like Angelique Molie's head?" Fry asked, more of a statement.
"Right, but Angelique Molie's head started dating Guy Mitchie's head. And Badonna's head started dating Chad Zitt's head. And this caused the war of 2970. Half of California was destroyed among a thousand cute orphan children they had adopted." Leela recalled her pop culture history.
"They had names for them." Bender chimed in. "It was.. lemme think.. Guygelique V.S. Chadonna."
"I thought it was Bazitt?" Leela wondered.
"Nope. Chadonna." Amy corrected.
"Whatever." Leela sighed, waving it off.
Fry only scratched his head. "Well, at least nobody got hurt." He said, taking a drink of Slurm.
"Good news, everyone!" Professor's voice boomed over the loud speaker. "Report to the Conference Room at once."
Everyone groaned in complaint and got up.
-xx-
(-Conference Room-)
"Good news, everyone." Professor walked in.
"You already said that." Leela pointed out.
"Well, I just really like saying it." Professor huffed.
"So, what's the good news, wrinkle butt?" Bender asked.
"Is food?" Zoidberg said hopefully. And hungrily.
"Quiet you. Today you were supposed to make a delivery of headache medicine to Migraine 9, but that planet was blew up by their arch nemesis, Tylenol 5." Professor explained, more proudly than one should explain tragic news like that.
"How's this good news, Professor? Did they pay in advance?" Leela asked.
"Oh my, no. They paid in advance." Professor piped up. His senile was over-looked as usual.
"But how is it good news for us though?" Leela persisted.
"Yeah, Professor, with all your precious knowledge." Bender narrowed his eyes. "What do we get outta the deal?" He asked, lighting a cigar.
Professor smiled. "Well, I've decided to take you all out for dinner to celebrate."
"Hurray! Zoidberg will eat." The lobster exclaimed excitedly.
"Whoo-hoo! Fry will eat." Fry said just as excitedly. The two then high-fived.. or in Zoidy's case, clawed.
-xx-
(-That night at Elzar's-)
Everyone sat around a large round table. Professor, Cubert, Fry, Bender, Leela, Amy, Hermes, LaBarbara, Dwight, and Zoidberg. The Neptunian chef Elzar approached the table.
"How you folks doing tonight?" He asked, clasping all four hands together in front of himself.
"Ohh, Elzar, it's a lovely evening." Bender answered in his 'kiss Elzar's ass' voice. Fry gave Bender a dirty look.
"Good, good. Tell the waiter when you're ready to order and I'll be glad to whip you up an obscenely expensive meal." He left with a "BAM!"
"Bless you, Sir." Bender called after.
Fry nudged the robot and bit back a growl.
"Oww! What?" Bender directed his attention to Fry.
"The way you worship him is creepy." Fry said, eyes narrowed.
"Someone sounds jealous." Bender muttered.
"Am not." Fry growled.
Finally they ordered. The Professor got a bowl of Mild Farina. Leela had a chicken salad. Bender ordered chicken, though no one hadn't a clue why.
Fry ordered a steak, rare. Very very rare. "Make it as raw as possible," were his exact words. Everyone stared at him a bit concerned.
"Fry, it isn't healthy to eat that rare of a steak." Leela informed the delivery boy.
"Did I tell you what to get?" Fry snapped.
"Now now. Calm down. Fry can get whatever he wants, Leela." Professor intervened before an argument started up.
When the food was sat down usually Zoidberg was the one who grossed everyone out. But this time, even the lobster was disgusted by Fry's table manners. The redhead didn't even bother to wait for the plate to fully hit the table before he picked the dripping steak up with both hands and tore into it, ripping a chunk off and chewing it up, some hanging out of his mouth. Everyone else kind of looked at him stunned. Okay, Fry was usually a messy eater. Sure, everyone knew this. But this was out in public, in a fancy restaurant, and was described by some on-looker as "barbaric."
Fry finished the meat off in three bites, his fingers covered with food. Fry tilted his head back and sniffed the air. So many wonderful smells. He took them in for awhile.
"Fry, mon.. are you okay?" Hermes asked.
But Fry paid no mind, he was lost in his own little world.
"I told you he was acting a little nuts." Bender threw the chicken in his mouth, then opened his chest compartment door and got out a plate with the food on it.
A waiter was serving some meat nearby to Randy, that blond flamboyant guy in pink that always shows up just in time to be insulted. Fry caught a whiff of whatever animal it used to be. He rose out of his seat, hunched down and nearing all fours as he stalked the meat. The guy looked down at him.
"Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?" He asked- yep, insulted.
Fry growled and grabbed the steak and tore into it with his teeth. Randy was horrified and got up before stalking off. Leela grabbed Fry by his jacket collar and lead him back to his seat. He sat down in the chair and continued devouring the meat.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She felt like she had asked the delivery boy this question every day since he had been unfrozen.
Fry ignored her and continued to eat. He was too oblivious to notice everyone's discomfort or embarrassment.. or the people staring.
-xx-
(-Planet Express building, Professor's upstairs laboratory-)
"We've done every painful, humiliating test we can think of; blood tests, rectal exams, full body scans. Fry is perfectly normal." Professor informed the doubtful cyclops.
"But, Professor, his strange behavior? At Elzar's, and when he snapped at Dr. Zoidberg, and today he chased a cat that was in the alley." Leela protested.
"Sorry, Leela. We can't find anything abnormal. In fact, Fry is as healthy as he's ever been. I've noticed an increase in his energy, his strength, his vision, and his ability to smell. Why yes, an increase in overall health." Professor explained.
"Well, put him on the probulator again. I think he took a dump in my shoe." Leela said of one of her high-heels she wore to dinner last night.
Professor had Fry running in a giant hamster-like wheel. His speed increasing rapidly by the minute. Zoidberg was monitoring it.
"He's already topped your old record, he has." The doctor nodded towards Leela.
"This doesn't seem logical. Does he have worms again?" Leela pressured.
"There is nothing wrong with him, woman, can't you hear?" Professor said harshly.
Leela sighed softly. "Sorry, Professor."
"What!" Professor yelled with a hand cupped to his ear.
-xx-
(-Robot Arms Apartments-)
"Man, Professor and Zoidberg really put me through it today." Fry proclaimed, rubbing his sore neck.
"Well, it's nice to know you're healthy, I guess. So, what do you want for dinner?" Bender asked, making his way to the kitchen.
"Oh, don't bother, Bender. I'll just have some meat, raw." Fry said, walking past Bender who had stopped as soon as he started talking to him.
"Okey dokey." Bender sat down on the couch and flipped on the television.
-xx-
Leela lay sleeping in her bed, Nibbler curled up beside her, wearing his new red silk cape. It looked exactly like the old one, but this one cost a lot more. The tenant of apartment 1i was having a horrible time sleeping.
She found herself in the woods. It was a chilly autumn evening and a thick fog hugged close to the barren trees, covering them like a damp blanket. She directed her eye down and saw the red, orange, yellow and purple leaves on the ground. They made no crunching sound under her feet. They were damp with dew and perhaps rain. She stopped on the path on which she had been traveling, though she had no clue as to why. She could smell the fall in the air.
Then her gaze turned to herself and it was then she realized she had been wearing a cheesy Little Red Riding Hood costume. And a rather sexy one at that. It had a short red skirt, with a low cut beige top, adorned with a thick black belt around the waist. Fishnet tights and her regular boots made up the bottom. And to complete this look, the typical red cape, tied loosely around her shoulders. She found herself carrying a standard old fashioned picnic basket. Almost like the one she was found in at the orphanarium. A red cloth concealed its contents.
Leela sniffed the air again, thinking that the fall air, mixed with the scent of pine and cedar smelled so good. Then another scent invaded her nose that was metallic like. But not like a robot, no, she knew this stench. The odor grew louder and was nauseating. She began to shiver, so she snuggled herself up in the cape. She continued to walk with no idea of where she was going.
Suddenly, she found herself belly down on the cold ground, with no recollection of how she had gotten there. She felt something warm and wet underneath her and she lifted her hand to her face to see that it was red with blood.
Leela woke up immediately and sat straight up in her bed. Her eye scanned the room. The feeling that something wasn't right lingered in the pit of her stomach. It was an all too familiar feeling, but this was a wee bit more sinister. She peered down at the undisturbed Nibbler. She petted him gently, it calmed her down some at least. The cyclops forced herself to shake off all lingering notions and go back into slumber..
This time she was naked in a gym.
"Does this ever happen to you? Well, you need the Black Bar Generator! Yes, folks, the Black Bar Generator.." An announcer guy hounded. He had ridiculously over-styled blond hair, with a wide plastered on and fake smile spread across what was considered to be a handsome and flawless face and wore a nice gray suit and black tie.
Leela now found herself with those black censor bars over her ass, breasts and crotch.
"It's the system that allows you to be naked in locker rooms or shower rooms without the threat or embarrassment of someone seeing you naked, taking out a video recorder, and posting it on the internet." The cheesy announcer continued.
In the before, Leela found herself now showering naked, seeing Bender, with his camera one, filming it. Then in the after, Leela was covered up with the black boxes. Bender was slightly irritated, but still filming.
"Yes, the Black Bar Generator system makes..." He didn't get to finish before Leela kicked him. There was a "h'yah!" followed by a "oof, ow.." from the announcer.
-xx-
(-One week to the Earth full moon-)
Fry and Bender walked to work. There was nothing really unusual, except some stray cats that hissed at Fry. And this one dog stopped dead in its tracks and wet itself as it whimpered before it ran with its tail between its legs.
"Seymour wouldn't have treated me like all these other dogs." Fry huffed.
Bender rolled his eyes. "Would you puhlease forget about that dog? Professor was gonna clone it. You're the one who broke his machine. And he's still taking it out of your paycheck."
"Think I'll ever be done paying for it?" Fry wondered.
"Nope. Not in this lifetime." Bender replied as they approached Planet Express.
-xx-
(-Employee Lounge-)
Leela was sitting on the couch, appearing drowsy. The television was turned off for once. Fry and Bender entered the room.
"Whoa, Leela.." Fry exclaimed, noticing her blood-shot eye. "You look like you haven't slept in days. What up?"
"Oh, nothing. I just had nightmares about picnic baskets and little black boxes." Leela replied, not really looking up.
"Eww, I hate those little black box dreams." Fry sat down on the arm of the couch. "They're so embarrassing, and Bender's always there filming me shower."
"Hehehe, yeah, I was sorta a spokesbot for those subliminals. Sorry, it paid good." Bender said, thinking of fond memories.
The day was without deliveries and was pretty much really boring. Move some boxes here, then move them back to where they originally were. Watch the Professor's latest invention break into about thirty some pieces, then watch Zoidberg pick them up. The day ended pretty quick and without one outburst from Fry.. well, except for one of his usual stupid remarks. Soon everyone said their goodbyes and headed for home.
Except for Fry and Bender, who headed for O'Zorgnax's Pub.
"Hey, iZac. What are you doing working here?" Bender asked the familiar bartender robot.
"Let's just say, I go wherever a writer needs to pen a happening bar scene." iZac remarked, wiping out a glass.
"Well, why weren't you at Le Lope Gaow?"Fry asked, pronouncing Le Loup Garou wrong. He and Bender sat down at the bar.
"Let's face it, bro, that place just ain't cool. Plus, all those French-wannabe weirdos be cramping my style." iZac put down the glass.
"I feel you." Fry replied, followed by a belch.
-xx-
Two robots sat in a booth overseeing the human and the robot as they drank and talked. One's head was built square, he had square eyes and a triangular nose. An antenna came out from each side of his head that was kindly reminiscent of Calculon's. Another antenna was on the top of his head reminiscent of Bender's, although shaped differently. His mouth was a rectangle shape and his mouth lines- like Bender's- were formed to look jagged, like jack o' lantern-styled teeth. He had metal rings on his side antennas and in his nose to look like piercings. His body was rotund and square with a square chest cabinet door. But he had a bottom half that rounded out. His legs looked like rollers with wheels. He was sort of 'classic' robot looking, reminiscent of Johnny 5 from Short Circuit, but for the wheels only. He wore a leather biker vest with fringes with black fingerless leather gloves on his hands. His arms and hands were like Bender's, or the Robot Devil's. The robot was silver in some places, like his top half, arms and head. But his bottom half was black and so were his wheels, flames were painted on those areas.
The robot's companion had a much smaller frame, square-like head and round eyes, he appeared to not have an antenna that was at least visible. He wore a bandana that only god knew how the damn thing was tied on his square head. His mouth was similar to his buddy's and his nose looked like a human's- or the Robot Devil's, only smaller and less protruding. His arms were the same as Bender's and his legs the same except his footcups looked like boots. They were brown and his legs up to his torso were black to look like painted on leather pants. The rest of him was red and he too wore a biker vest and gloves.
The bikerbots continue to look on. They watched as Fry laughed at one of Bender's jokes. The big one, WheelE, nodded at the red one, R.H. They got up and made their way over to Fry and Bender.
"Did they ever find the body?" Fry asked, intrigued.
"No, see, that's the thing.." Bender stopped when he noticed the two bikerbots standing way too close.
"We don't like your type 'round here." R.H. scowled.
"Hey, jerkwad, we always come here." Bender took a drink.
"We know. And we also know you two be them-there robosexuals." WheelE stated.
"So? Are you robophobic?" Fry asked in confusion.
"Look, pal, homophobia was banned in 3003. Now do you mind?" Bender huffed. There was always some crazy ass jerk messing with him in a bar. Damn it, he was innocently trying to refuel.
"Ohh no, we ain't no homophobics." R.H. replied quickly.
"You're not? You sure sound that way." Fry eyed the bikerbot like he was an ill-programmed nut.
"We're not gay, for your information. We just are together." Bender took another swig of beer. Really, it was none of their information at all.
"That be our problem. We don't mind homosexuals, in fact WheelE there is a romosexual." R.H. pointed to his buddy. WheelE waved his fingers, bating his square eyes.
"Then what's your problem, chump." Bender was getting irritated.
"We don't like when a human dates a robot. No matter what gender they are." R.H. straightened up, trying to be intimidating.
"That's stupid." Fry scoffed.
"To you'ns maybe, but we just weren't programmed that way." WheelE 'shook' his 'head'.
"You weren't programmed to go through the robot wash either, I see." Bender insulted.
"Yer gon' pay fer that." R.H picked up a chair and hit Bender, who emitted a yelp.
Fry looked up at WheelE as he pulled out a metal pipe. He bashed Fry over the head and Fry stumbled back, now getting angry. WheelE, shocked that the blow didn't render Fry unconscious, readied for another. Fry grabbed his arm and twisted it until the bot dropped the pipe. WheelE howled in pain as he rubbed his arm. R.H locked his eyes on the human.
"Okay, Red, let's dance." He charged at Fry, who grabbed him and introduced him to the bathroom door frame. Then Fry hoisted the robot up and tossed him behind the bar.
"Hey, watch out now." iZac warned.
WheelE spun Fry around, staring into blood-red eyes, the bikerbot stopped when he heard Fry growling at him demonically. Fry picked the obviously very heavy robot up by his throat and allowed him to hang in the air. Bender looked on, still trying with all his programming to figure out what he was seeing. Fry tossed the bikerbot into some chairs. R.H had gotten out from behind the bar before helping WheelE up.
"Come on, we're out of here." The two hastily left the bar. WheelE transformed into a robot looking motorcycle and R.H climbed on before they sped off.
Fry shook off everything that had just happened and helped the dazed Bender off of the floor.
"Come on, Bender, let's go home." Fry grabbed the robot's head and pressed his lips to his mouth. He stayed like that for a while, until he heard iZac explode about the way Malfunctioning Eddie would.
This chapter is only the first part to 'Bad Fry Rising'. When I was writing it originally, I got carried away with some scenes in the next chapter, so I split them up. As for Bender's "eating" habits; Some episodes we actually see Bender and other robots eat food and claim that something tastes good or bad. But in '30percent Iron Chef',they say Bender can't taste, so I went with that. He can smell, feel, etc. But in 'A Clone of My Own' we see Bender with a plate of chicken and Elzar tells him he forgot to cook it. I thought it was odd that a robot who didn't need to eat human food, would have a plate of chicken. Black Bar Generator was seen in 'A Leela of Her Own.' I tried to be more descriptive with this chapter, with Leela's dream. I usually don't go into much detail, but the concept I had for those bikerbots seemed neat. I guess romosexual would be like two manbots together. Robosexual is just like a human & a robot- I guess of either gender, gay or straight.
