Four beams of light were bobbing in the dark hallway of the Smith household once more. I can't believe Fry would do something stupid like that! Taking my truck without my permission just to get Yuki's bag when we just told her that we'll get it in the afternoon! He's going to be in so much trouble that nitwit is! Leela scowled at the thoughts in her brain and continued to walk in front of the group.
"You guys see anything back there?" Leela asked the four members. Only to get the same particular answer.
"Nothing Leela! We have to keep looking!" Amy answered, her flashlight aiming at a painting. "Fry!" Amy kept calling out.
Francis got caught up to Leela. "Leela, look, maybe he went to the other side of the house. We should look there." Francis suggested to the one-eyed purple haired captain.
"Not a bad idea Francis," Leela responded without turning to Francis and making facial contact. "Alright, both of you come here!" Leela called out to Amy and Robot Devil, who they rushed over to Leela. "Okay, so here's what's going to happen: Since this house is very big, we are going to split into two groups of two." She pointed to Amy and Robot Devil. "Amy and Beelzebot are going to search the west side of the house while me and Francis are going to the east side of this."
"But how are we supposed to keep with you guys if something happens?" Amy asked.
Leela smirked and threw a walkie-talkie at Amy, who successfully caught it in her hands. "You use radios, if anything, you press the button on top of it if you want to talk." Amy nodded in understanding. "Good, now you two run off." Without hesitation, the Martian Chinese girl and the robotic demon walked the opposite direction from Leela and Francis.
The bus that Yuki and Ying on was rather quiet. A homeless man was laying down on a couple seats just across the two female cousins. A man in a business suit was constantly checking the time on his watch while tapping his foot impatiently. While a soccer mom had a bag full of things, mumbling something frustrating under her shifted in her seat a little while her cousin had her eyes glued to her phone, Yuki didn't know what she was doing but Ying's thumbs were tapping rapidly on the screen. She's probably texting someone.
Yuki put a strand of black hair behind her ear and looked up at Ying and tapped her shoulder. Ying's eyes were now unstuck and looked at Yuki. "Hm? What is it Yuks?"
Yuki had her hands on her knees, her bandages were tightly on her leg. "Ying...can I tell you how I got injured?" Ying's eyes widened and looked around, hoping that the three people on the bus were not eavesdropping. They got other things to do than listen to a young girl. Ying thought.
Ying sighed heavily: "Alright Yuki, who injured you?" Ying said, crossing her arms.
"I...I got injured by Beelzy…" Ying's eyes widened with shock but didn't turn to her cousin. But she kept listening. "But this wasn't our Beelzy Ying. It was a different one."
Ying listened. "How different?"
"Well, he had much sharper teeth and claws, but he smelled like rotten bodies." Ying choked a little and giggled under her breath, but she managed to keep her expression serious.
"Sorry, go on."
"He attacked me Ying! He left me with three deep scratches on my leg. But then, by the time you guys were by my side, he just...vanished into thin air." Yuki exclaimed.
"You mean like it just disappeared," Ying snapped her fingers. "Like that?" Yuki nodded at her cousin's exasperation. "Wow, um, I...I don't know what to say Yuks. You sounded like a Vietnam veteran telling stories to his grandchildren."
Yuki frowned in a sulky way. "You don't believe me do you?"
"No, I do, it's just-hard to believe that's all Yuki. I mean, a doppelganger of Robot Devil attacking you. It's just-"
"What's a doppelganger?" Yuki asked, changing the subject suddenly. But Ying answered Yuki's question.
"A doppelganger is just another word for copycat; like saying that you saw someone who looks just like you and is mocking your every move." Ying said with a definition. The bus stopped shortly into the busy streets of New New York and the cousin's got off board. The hover bus whirled away and the cousin's began to walk. Yuki behind Ying, holding her hand. People, aliens, and robots were going down and up the sidewalk like they were all attending a very important business meeting.
While walking, they were pasting buildings they were not familiar with at all. A red brick building with a sign that said Fishy Joe's with a middle-aged pirate mascot was there. Then, there was a skyscraper building with yet another sign that said Applied Cryogenics. It didn't take long for them to reach an apartment light pink building. Ying pushed the door open and saw an elevator across the stretched hallway.
Ying and Yuki walked across the hallway and got inside the elevator and pressed a number three on one of the buttons. The elevator dinged and it shutted its automatic doors closed. The elevator then hummed for at least half a minute. The digital number above the door read out the number three and the doors opened. The two girls got out and walked by a elderly lady who was bending down and watering her eucalyptus plant and stopped to make eye contact with the girls, her stare was disappointing.
They approached a red door with the sign 32C on it. Nervously, Ying made a fist with her hand and knocked on the door. The sound of footsteps hurried inside the apartment along with multiple clicks from a couple of locks. The door opened and standing before them was Joey Mousepad.
"Oh hey Yuki, Ying." Joey opened the door wider once he saw the two Korean cousins. "What are you two doing?"
"Hey, Joey," Ying said awkwardly. She cleared her throat. "Can we come inside?"
"Oh yeah sure, where are my manners?" Joey led the girls inside his apartment and closed the door. "Hope you didn't run into Ms. Wanklemyner, she can be a witchy old hag to the neighbors." Yuki slightly laughed at that, she and her cousin must've walked past her and didn't bother to say hello. "So you girls want anything?"
"Joey…" Ying sighed. "We think that Fry is in danger. He didn't come home last night and he went to the Smith residence to retrieve Yuki's bag 'cause she accidentally dropped her bag there."
Joey laughed. "Well, you know Fry, always getting into danger like a nitwit…" Joey then proceeded to laugh then it slowed to a stop when he saw Ying's worried face. "Are you serious?" Joey pondered, looking dumbfounded at Ying.
"Joey we're not joking, Yuki got attacked by some creature yesterday!" Yuki then sat down on Joey peach couch and rolled up her freshly changed pant leg and revealed her bandages to Joey. "Show him Yuki, don't be shy." Sighing quietly, Yuki pulled off the tape that held a strip of gauze and began to unravel the gauze until the bandages dropped to the floor. There was a large cotton pad being held with the same tape. She pulled it off and revealed three red and raw, throbbing deep scratches that began to her knee and ended to her shin.
Joey's eyes widened in shock. "That was from the residence of my ex-boss?" Yuki nodded, putting back and cotton pad back on her leg. Joey leaned against the wall, still in awe. "Well...why are you here anyway?" Joey snapped back to reality to ask the girls.
"We just told you Joey," Yuki said, wrapping the gauze back on her leg. "Fry could be in trouble, we need your help!"
"Girls, look," Joey said, "maybe Fry just went back to the underground ruins of the original New New York. I'm pretty sure he just felt the need to come back there and remember his childhood before he was frozen for a thousand years."
Ying then pointed to Yuki's leg. "Joey, you don't get it! That residence has a thing walking around in there and our babysitters just went into that mansion to retrieve Fry back!"
Joey sighed at the fifteen-year-old Korean-Chinese girl and sighed heavily, he couldn't believe a word that Ying was telling him. About a "thing" attacking Yuki then abducting Fry. He rolled his eyes and grabbed his car keys. "Fine...I'll help you out…" He was then hugged by the seven-year-old.
"Thank you Joey!"
"Fry?! Fry! Are you in here Fry?!" Amy called out in a dark hallway with her flashlight bobbing in the cold dark stale air. Multiple doors were being closed and opened by the Robot Devil behind her, who was also helping her look for Fry. Amy groaned in frustration and turned her back towards Beelzebot, whose head was in another room. "Any luck?"
With a sigh being heard from him, he closed the door and looked at Amy. "No, it's like he was here, but somehow he got into another place without knowing."
"Well, keep looking, I'm sure you'll find him." Amy said with courage and luck in her tone. Robot Devil sighed once more and went over to another mahogany door and opened it. He stuck the head of his flashlight inside the room and let the light of the beam explore the room. The room appeared to be a bathroom; a tile floor was there but was now covered in a layer of dust. A bathtub was on the left corner of the room with the sink across from it and a toilet was next to it. Fry wasn't there.
Robot Devil closed the door. "He's not in here-" He turned around only to face an empty dark abyss of a hallway, Amy wasn't with him anymore. "Amy?" His flashlight then faced the hallway and began to walk, the sound of his footsteps echoed in the hallway and he made a left turn. Great! First Fry is gone now Amy?! Where could she even be anyway? "Amy? Amy?! Amy, where are you?" Beelzebot called out to his partner. "This isn't funny Amy! I'm serious!" He grumbled out in fury. Ugh! I just remembered she has the radio on her! He stopped on his tracks and saw a shadow near the left side of the hallway, the shadow was now walking off into the hallway once more. There she is… "Amy! Is that you? I can see, you know?" The shadow then disappeared in a flash, making the robotic demon jolt back a bit then tense up. "Amy, this isn't funny! I will tell Leela you went off without me!" Look at me! I'm calling out Amy like an immature child! Such a tattletail I'm turning into…
Beelzebot then walked up his pace and made a sharp left to the hallway, the shadow then made a right. But inside Robot Devil, an uneasy feeling was setting him off to warn him but he ignored it. He took a deep breath and begin to walk down the hallway only to be hit by an unpleasant smell of a decomposing corpse which made him gag and cough.
"Dear God! What the hell is that?!" He exclaimed, covering his nose with his hands and continued to cough. Oh God, it's coming down the right hallway! Taking deep breaths only through his mouth, but covering his nose with his arm. Beelzebot proceeded down the right hallway only to see yet another dark abyss of a hallway.
Suddenly, he felt something wet drip down from somewhere in the ceiling and it landed on his cheek, which made him jump a little. Robot Devil put a hand up his hand and rubbed it off, he then held the head of the flashlight down to examine it. It was a red, thick warm slime with a strong metallic stench. "What is that?" He muttered in the dark, squinting his eyes to adjust. Another drop of the same red slime came down on his hand, making the robot demon gasp slightly. Then a snarl and growl was heard from above him.
With shaky breathing, he raised the flashlight to the ceiling and looked up and gasped in horror. The twisted Robot Devil was clawing and hanging on the ceiling like a reptile, his mouth gleaming with red metal teeth and his eyes shining from the light. That can't be! With a heavy thud, the twisted Beelzebot let go of the ceiling and fell to the floor, landing carefully with its feet. The flashlight in his hand was shaking as the twisted robot stood up and shrieked at Robot Devil.
He scrambled to his feet and ran. The shrieking was echoing in his mind as he continued to run for his life, heavy metal footsteps followed behind him. Robot Devil turned his head and saw that the twisted version of himself was shoving away and throwing vases to the side resulting in them to break and ceramic pieces scattered. Beelzebot saw a nearby door and quickly ran over to it, but the door wasn't budging. He panicked as he heard the ear-piercing shriek once more getting closer to him by the second. He jiggled the knob and the door opened with a creak. He wasted no more than one second and ran inside the room and shutted the door.
Robot Devil panted heavily as he backed up to the farthest wall until his back hit it. He could hear the footsteps from outside the door, deep low growls were heard from the twisted opposite of himself. Beelzebot put a hand over his mouth so his evil twin couldn't hear him hyperventilating in the room. A low growl was heard once more before heavy metal footsteps went back to walking down the hallway. It's...It's not possible! How am I here while that thing outside is me?!
A static voice startled him from his side. "Amy? Amy can you hear me? Did you find Fry yet?" The static voice of Leela was somewhere on his left side. He got down and saw underneath the rubble of stray old wood was the radio that was given to Amy. Beelzebot grabbed it and pressed the speech button to talk.
"L-Leela, it's me." His voice broke in terror. "I-I can't find Amy, she walked off without me. I'm here by myself."
The static voice of Leela responded back. "Okay, can you tell me where you are?" Beelzebot looked around, it was another bathroom with the same decoration. He pressed on the speech button once more.
"I'm in a bathroom, another bathroom," The Robot Devil answered back. "I got chased by a horrifying creature, it made me run in this goddamn labyrinth of a hallway!" He released the speech button, hoping that an immediate answer or cry was there but nothing. "Leela?"
"Sorry, okay, stay where you are. If anything happens you radio me, got it?"
"Yeah...got it…" he slumped down on the wall and hugged his legs close to his chest. Beelzebot began to hyperventilate, he was now all alone with only himself. That experience he just saw made him have a headache, his head was pounding and his vision was white. He tried to swallow but he couldn't, all the running he did made from the twisted version of himself was now quenching thirst for water.
He sniffled a bit of hot mucus coming down his nose and looked up to see a sink. I hope the water is still working… He got back on his two feet and walked towards the sink. He looked back at the door. Making sure that the twisted clone was not coming back if there was water running being heard. The layer of dust scuffed his feet, making the air in the room hot and bothered. He wished that a window was still open for him to stick his head out. Hoping there was water in the bathroom, he turned the knob on the sink with the top of blue meaning cold water. He cupped both his hands together and waited. The mucus was going down his nose.
A stream of cool water came out of the faucet and splashed his hands. Oh my God...water! Beelzebot bent over to the sink and swallowed a handful of water that came to his mouth. A second handful came to his mouth once again and swallowed it. His throat was now moist with refreshing new saliva, sighing with relief with his headache now gone.
Beelzebot then got his third handful of water and this time did not drink it, but splashed it on his face to cool off. He then turned off the faucet and leaned back against the wall; thanking in his mind about the water still being on.
With a startled gasp, he heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened next to him and turned his head. Staring intensely, he watched as the open door with a long loud creak. Trembling in his breath occured. He watched in a starting new terror as the door fully opened…
On the east side of the mansion, Leela and Francis were in the Donbot's office room, looking around to see if Fry was hiding somewhere. The office was quite messy; liquor bottles were littered and emptied out because they broke. Papers strewn everywhere like leaves from outside. The Donbot's swiveling office chair was tipped over and rusted. And the desk was now splintered and damaged.
Leela was picking up papers one by one and scanning through them before tossing them over her shoulder, while Francis was aiming the beam of his flashlight over at the desk. Francis examined the desk with his light over the oak wood, which was now botched up due to the weather.
Leela looked over her shoulder. "Did Don ever have a conversation on what he's working in his office?" Leela asked before discarding another paper over her shoulder. Francis just shook his head.
"No, we just always go over heist plans or anything a mafioso group always talks about." Francis said, looking at a desk drawer with a lock on it. "And besides, he was very strict about people going through his things without asking." Francis kneeled over and looked under the desk to see if he had a taped key under where his ex-boss must've hidden it. But there was no key found.
"What are you looking for Francis?" Leela asked, Francis accidentally bumped his head when Leela's voice spooked him and got up, rubbing the back of his head.
"I'm trying to find and see if Donbot had a key somewhere so I can unlock this drawer." Francis said, his flashlight aiming at the locked cabinet. "But I can't seem to find it anywhere." Leela was about to walk over to Francis and try to help but she then tripped on something firm that resulted in her to fall to the carpet floor. She turned to her side and saw a bump formed in the carpet. She then scurried backwards until she saw the edge of the carpet and lifted it up, a small white box was there.
Leela smiled to herself and reached in and grabbed the box. Leela then opened the cover of the small box and saw that the box contained a slightly rusted key.
"Is this one the key Francis?" Leela said and held out the key in the air. Francis looked at it.
"It could be, but we just need to find out for sure if it is." Leela got off the floor and made her way to Francis and thrusted the key inside the lock. Slowly, she turned the key and the heavy lock clicked and fell to the ground.
"Well what do you know," Leela said. "This is the key." Leela grasped the metal handle and pulled it open, many manilla files were there all organized from A to Z. Francis lifted up one of the manilla folders in the drawer and opened it.
"Leela, these aren't papers, their newspapers!" Francis exclaimed as he lifted the newspaper out of the folder. Leela did the same thing and picked up another newspaper from a different manilla folder.
"Yes but Francis, look at the dates on these." Leela pointed out. "These dates are different, and they're not from yesterday to last week or even last month!"
"Leela, what are you fucking say?" Francis said in an annoyed tone. Crossing his arms stubbornly. Leela sighed.
"Just...look at them." Leela sighed and began to examine the paper in front of her. Francis lowered his eyes and looked back at the newspaper again. His cyber eyes trailing in a bee line until he found the "different" date on the top right corner. The date read out, September 1st, 3030. "Leela look, this date isn't even from the past. It's from the future!"
"What? That can't be! Lemme see that." Leela grabbed the newspaper out of his clamps and read the date, her monoeye wide. "That can't be, maybe it's just a misprint."
"Are you even sure about that? Look at the month, it's not even September yet! We're in the middle of June Leela!" Francis exclaimed pointing at the date. Leela rolled her only pupil and looked at the date.
"Like I said Francis," Leela put the paper down on the desk. "Just a misprint…"
"At least read the headlines first?" Francis pouted like a sad puppy. Leela groaned and picked up the newspaper once more and read out the headline: Two robotic children dead in one week! Mayor Poopenmeyer promises to keep this city crime-free! Leela looked at the paper thoughtfully and putted it down.
"Okay...I guess I might believe you there about the headline, there have only been human adult male deaths, not robot child deaths." Leela amended. Looking at the paper once more, she intensively stared at it. The cover picture was in full color, it showed a wooden hardboard floor with a seemingly spreading puddle of oil blotting the light brown wood. Police tape cornered it into a crooked circle. Leela put down the paper. "Okay, okay, I'll believe you this one ti-"
"Leela, don't move." Francis ordered, his eyes staring into a distance away from the mutant.
"Francis, why are you so worried?" Leela darted her eye to the doorway of the Donbot's office door and instantly didn't take another step.
At the doorway, the two plushies were just standing at the entrance of the rectangular way. Plushbun and Plushbear were looking at Leela and Francis with their grins stuck to their faces. Their four-pointed star eyes weren't blinking at them. Leela's breathing stood still and her feet didn't dare to inch another step. How can that be possible?! In between their distance, Leela heard the helping squeak of a rat somewhere and saw Plushbun's hands holding something.
With a grin on the rabbit's face, the purple bunny plush opened his hands to reveal a large grey rat scrambling in his hands for a way out. Plushbun, with one hand, began to stroke the rat's fur like it was his pet. Leela felt watched while the brown plush was staring at her. Leela kept watch on the bunny who kept stroking the rat's back.
Leela's eye widen. Plushbun then all of the sudden grasped the rat with both of his hands and opened his sharp mouth and bit down on the rat. The squeaks of the rat were entering into Leela's ears as blood began to pour down Plushbun's jaw. With a forceful pull, Plushbun then began to chew on the rat's upper body while the lower half was still in his hand. Tiny organs were spilling out the torn flesh, staining the purple fluff.
Plushbun looked at Leela and then gave the other half of the rat to Plushbear, who stuck it in his mouth immediately. The sounds retreating to tiny little crunches of rat bones continued. Leela watched as the plush bunny walked over to her and stood in a straight line in front of Leela. He ate a rat right in front of me! That plushie ate a rat! Plushbun put a hand up to his mouth and took it away quickly then balled his hand into a fist. He then stretched out his arm towards Leela and unballed his fisted and saw the rat's head.
Plushbun, with his now bloodied teeth, walked another step towards Leela. "Do you want it?" Plushbun politely asked Leela like an innocent child. Leela turned her head to Francis to help her for an answer but glared at her. Leela looked back at Plushbun and sheepishly smiled.
"Uhhh, n-no thank you." Leela answered back to the rabbit. Plushbun stared at Leela as he put the rat's head in his mouth and swallowed it whole. Leela did a disgusted groan when she heard the plush swallow it. She then felt a harsh nudge to her shoulder and turned to Francis who has panic and terror written all over his face.
"Leela! The bear is gone!"
"What?!" Leela turned to face back at the door way only to find no Plushbear along with the bunny plush. "Where did they go?!" Leela exclaimed. A sound of scurrying was heard above her and Francis and aimed their flashlights to the ceiling. The bear and bunny were crawling at the ceiling like an insect and suddenly turned their heads like an owl before dropping themselves on the faces of Leela and Francis, who dropped their flashlights to the ground as the plushies pounced on their faces.
Leela was the first one to scream in horror as the bunny was proceeding to try and maul her face with his bloody teeth and scratching her face up with his black sharp nails on his hands. One of his claws got hold of her neck nut only enough to scratch her neck with three light ones, a stinging sensation washed over the right side of her neck and she got hold of the rabbit and pried him off of her and threw him across the room hitting the wall.
Francis had Plushbear doing the same thing the bunny was trying to do to Leela but failed. His bloody teeth flashing in Francis' face and grabbed a hold below his eyes and scraped his nails down his face. Francis felt oil bubble up the surface of bronze metal before clamping down on the bear's sides and threw him in the same direction next to Plushbun. Both plushies did a dark chuckle before getting up and hurrying out of the room.
"You okay?" Francis asked Leela who touched the right side of her neck that Plushbun scratched her at.
"I'm fine, just a little hurt but otherwise okay. How about you?" Francis wiped a bit of appearing oil from his face that stung.
"Same thing. We have to warn the others and get the hell out of here in process."
Robot Devil grunted as he sat up from the dusty floor and squinted his eyes shut as he rubbed his head and stood up. His eyes teared up from allergies and sneezed in progress. His head pounded once more as the headache returned to him. Wh...Where am I? He tried to think in process as he scanned the room he was in. It was a small room that should have been a walk-in closet or a cramped bathroom. Everything in the room was actually a nursery.
A white crib stood in the middle of the room with an old baby mattress still in it. The wallpaper on the walls had sheep that appeared to him to be repeatedly jumping either over a cloud or on the clouds. Beelzebot looked and saw a tipped-over rocking wooden unicorn and walked over to it. He picked it up and put the unicorn back on the floor. The unicorn he helped was actually metal and used to be painted a glossy white, its mane a colorful rainbow. The paint was chipped and peeling away, its face had given over to rust. The eyes were lively, gazing out of decay.
"I wonder if you have a name." Robot Devil wondered and begin to examine the unicorn and realized that it had a saddle on it with the unicorn's name printed on it with Lora writing: Stanley. "Hello Stanley," Robot Devil greeted the rocking horse. "Do you know where I am?" The unicorn didn't respond. Typical, looks like I need to find out for myself. He got up and walked over to the crib and looked down. He saw that the crib wasn't alone, but had a companion.
Inside, a purple rabbit with plush fur, shining eyes, and a dapper red bow tie. Beelzebot shuddered a bit just reminiscing Plushbun. But this rabbit had a normal face and eyes with perfect features to it. He picked it up and held it out like a baby and almost immediately saw the name sewn to the bow tie: Theodore.
"Hello Theodore," Robot Devil said. "I guess you don't have an answer also." He put the rabbit back inside the crib, spotting yet another thing about the crib. One of the foots of the crib had a button, Beelzebot made it remind him of a spy movie he saw one time with Francis and there was a button that led to a bomb trying to destroy one part of the world. He looked around to where the button might lead to and saw it right in front of one of the rooms' sides. Below a dirty and cracked window, three doors were there. One large, one medium, and one small.
Robot Devil pressed the red button on the crib and the smallest door flew open and sailed out a female child-sized doll on a track, bearing a teacup and saucer in the doll's tiny hands like an offering. The doll wore a blue plaid dress that was still crisp, and the doll's leather shoes were like stone; perhaps the closet had protected her from the damage of the damp room. Robot Devil walked over to the doll and kneeled to it and saw the name engraved very small on the doll's cheek: Ella.
"Hi, Ella," he said softly. The button then did a click, Ella retreated to the small door and the door shutted itself. His eyes traced back to the dirty window that was above the three doors. He went over to the window and tried to see if there was something outside but he couldn't, the window was so dirty that its glass made the outside look like a blur. His fingers traced back to the wooden frame and tried to open it but it was stuck and barely managed to move up an inch.
If only I can have the courage to break this window I can. He kneeled down to see the small opening and gasped. Outside, there was a hen house and a old red barn that stood still and damaged and surrounding them were brown tall grass. I'm...I'm at the abandoned farm! I must be inside the house! With an excited chuckle, he ran over to the white door across. He grasped the handle and turned it. The door opened easily and creaked. He peered outside the nursery and saw that his head was now in the hallway.
His body finally exited out of the room and closed the door behind him, carefully closing it so it couldn't make a sound. He was afraid that he might not be alone in the house and that the twisted version of him could be sleeping and wake up to the sound of a door closing. In his mind, Robot Devil wanted to escape the house and run back to Francis' house to phone help but he realized it would be cowardly and selfish for him to do that. He shook the idea out.
He looked around the hallway and saw that each side of the hall contained five doors, two behind him and two in front of him along with another one at the end of the hall. He walked over to the first door and opened it. The room was a bedroom with two draped curtains blocking the light.
I need to hurry up and find Amy, she could be inside this house somewhere. He went over to the third room and opened it, it was another room. This time a child's one. The walls were wallpaper of a pilot flying a plane that repeated constantly. A bed with the frame painted blue was there along with another dusty blanket, the decoration on the blanket was covered in cartoonish-like cars. A trunk was there at the bed.
Robot Devil went inside and walked over to the trunk quickly and kneeled to it. The handles and locks were there. Carefully, he flipped the locks one by one and opened it. A hand was over his mouth. Amy was inside the trunk curled up in a fetal position, sleeping. Her head resting on a pillow with a double-folded blanket beneath her.
Robot Devil shook her. "Amy? Amy!" With a groan, Amy opened her closed eyes and sat up. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. Beelzebot sighed, "Amy! Thank God you're okay! What happened?" Amy looked at Beelzebot and suddenly screamed before calming herself down.
"Oh, it's just you…" Amy reminded herself. She fixed her bed hair before looking down at herself and seeing she was in a trunk. "Why am I in a child's trunk?"
"Amy, I found curled up in there sleeping. I was going to find you and figure out what's happening, and also, why did you scream?" Robot Devil asked at the last part.
"I...I was almost attacked by you…" Beelzebot suddenly remembered the horrific doppelganger trying to attack him but managed to escape by running into the bathroom. He couldn't remember the last part of what happened after the door opened itself.
"Amy, we're at the abandoned farm," the robot demon informed Amy. "But I don't know how we ended up here."
Amy stood up and got herself out of the trunk and dusted herself off. "I don't think that matters, for now, we have to save Fry or else something could happen!" Amy went back into the hallway and ran down the other end of the hallway. Her mind was filled with excitement as the light to the stairs was already there.
Robot Devil followed behind her until she stopped all of the sudden and stood still, which accidentally made the robot bump into her by accident. He leaned his head over Amy's shoulder. "Amy, what's wrong? Are the owners here to retrieve their things?" The Martian-Chinese girl shook her head.
"It's much worse…" She pointed below the staircase and Robot Devil leaned over more. In the middle of the house's living room, the twisted Robot Devil was standing still in the middle of the room. Its arms limp and were on its sides and its eyes nothing but an empty slot. It must be deactivated.
"Amy...it's alright…" Robot Devil whispered. "It's deactivated. That means if we're quiet enough, we won't wake it up."
"You mean, don't wake you up?" Amy humored to him. Slowly, she took a foot down the first step, it creaked. Amy gasped a little and looked down at the horrific other machinery to see if it was still deactivated, which it still was. She took another step and another one, which Beelzebot followed her critique steps until Amy was already on the floor. She gestured to him. "Hurry up, we don't have time!"
Robot Devil then took another step down until he was already now on the floor. The wood cooled the bottom of his feet. Amy then grabbed his hand and slowly yet quickly walked to the other room next to the living room. Robot Devil's eyes were glued to the ghastly figure of him.
They got to the other room which was the kitchen, a wooden stove burner was there along with a sink with no dishes in them, a couple of old rags just hung over the sink. Amy looked around the kitchen and opened cabinets and closed them quietly. Which just confused the robot as he stood there.
"Amy, what are you looking for?" Robot Devil asked, no longer whispering and just talking at normal voice level.
"I'm trying to see if there is a map to this house or if there's a key to an attic or basement that Fry might be locked up in." Beelzebot opened his mouth to try and say something to Amy only to have nothing and closed his mouth. He leaned next to the wall over at the kitchen's door which was slightly open for him to see the living room. He peered at the exposed line and saw that the twisted Beelzebot was still deactivated.
Amy kept closing and shutting the cabinets to see if a key was there only to find nothing but scurrying cockroaches. She opened the final cabinet only to have a saucepan dropped out and fell to the floor with a very loud clunk. Robot Devil watched in horror as the twisted robot activated and was now heading towards the kitchen. Robot Devil closed the door quickly and rushed towards Amy.
"Amy! What the hell were you doing?!" Beelzebot scolded. "Are you trying to get us killed?"
"I swear! I thought the cabinet was empty like the other ones!"
"Well I hope you're happy because my evil clone just woke up and is now heading towards the kitchen!" The sound of heavy metal footsteps were coming closer as Amy looked around quickly to find a spot to hide. She then pointed to the cupboards that were under the sink.
"In here, hurry!" She scrambled to her feet and crawled into the cupboards with Beelzebot following her. Before the kitchen door opened, Robot Devil closed the cupboard just when the doppelganger entered.
Amy hugged her legs as she heard the heavy metal footsteps walking around the kitchen along with growling heard. Amy listened carefully as twisted Beelzebot was moving things and growling and snarling. She heard the saucepan then being picked up and thrown to the ground once more. Amy looked down at her feet and came across a golden key shining to her feet and picked it up. This must be a basement key, or an attic key. She heard an ear-piercing shriek from outside before footsteps retreated to another room.
Robot Devil opened the cupboard and peered outside before fully opening it. "Amy, it's gone now. We can come out now I think." Robot Devil got out of the cupboard and so did Amy, her hand still holding the key. Robot Devil then saw a door from across the kitchen and pointed it. "Amy, look! Fry could be in there!" He ran across the room and grasped the handle before turning it but it didn't open. "Amy, it's locked."
Amy went over to Beelzebot and put the key inside and turned it. The door opened to reveal the tied-up Fry sitting up next to the wall. Amy gasped, "Fry!" Amy hugged the redhead before Fry chuckled happily in response. Amy pulled away before smeling Fry. "Fry, did you piss yourself?"
Fry sighed. "It's the bodies…"
"Wha…?" Amy then looked around the lit room and terror began to intrude her body as her eyes were wondering the room, her eyes filled with corpses. "Fry, who did this to you?!" Amy exclaimed. Fry groaned.
"It...It was Frederick…" Fry barely managed to speak. "But Frederick is not who you think he is...he's Francis…"
"Francis?" Robot Devil said, his expression in shock and worry. "But that doesn't make any sense!"
"That's because he is another-"
"...Clone…" Robot Devil finished his sentence for Fry, who was also in shock.
Fry continued. "He has this disc he calls a 'illusion disc,' it makes you see things that aren't there. He has one on him!"
Amy leaned back to where Fry was tied up and gasped. "Fry! What did he tie you up with?!" Amy exclaimed. "That looks like it could puncture you!" Robot Devil then opened up his chest compartment and pulled out a cleaver from last time he made a deal with Fry when he swapped hands with him. He walked over to Amy and had the blade of the cleaver to the rope.
"Fry...hold still now…" Fry closed his eyes and Amy trembled in fear as Robot Devil lifted the cleaver and brought it down. The rope cutted in a quick slash when the blade hit and Fry was free. Fry then looked at his wrists, blood was trickling down but it wasn't bad for him to bleed to death.
"How did you do that?" Fry asked, Robot Devil put the cleaver back in his chest compartment.
"It's a very good cleaver." Robot Devil remarked. Deliberate, heavy steps, the approach of someone who did not mind if anyone heard. Robot Devil looked wildly around the room full of corpses and spotted a pipe with blood in the corner. He grabbed it and hurried to stand behind the door, where whoever opened it would not see him. While Fry and Amy stood there. And then, the doorknob turned.
Frederick appeared in the doorway, his head held high and his face grim. It should have been imposing, but he just looked like a man walking through a door.
"Now you've done it," he announced to the room in general, then his eyes lit on Amy and Fry, unfettered. His face darkened. Before he could move, Beelzebot raised the pipe high, stepped forward, and swung it down on his head with a sickening thunk.
Frederick turned, shock on his face. Robot Devil lifted the pipe, ready to attack again, but the man just stumbled forward backward against the wall and dropped to a sitting position to where Fry was. Robot Devil dropped the pipe to the ground and huffed heavily.
"Now Fry," Beelzebot huffed. "Where is this disc you keep talking about?" Fry had no hesitation and pointed to Frederick's right cheek.
"He has a slit right there to cover it." Fry said, he then grabbed the same rope that Beelzebot chopped it off with and tied Frederick's hands with it. Fry wiped his hands and smiled at his satisfaction. "Who's the dumbass now?" Robot Devil rolled his eyes at the redhead before going to Frederick's right side and kneeling. A slit was there next to his ear like Fry pointed out. Robot Devil inhaled before sticking his red fingers into the slit. The slit begin to bleed and Beezebot pulled it out. A high-pitched ringing was heard and there was a small switch to the disc.
Beelzebot lightly touched the switch before looking at the unconscious Frederick. Beelzebot flicked the switch and the ringing was gone. Frederick wasn't there anymore, only the twisted version of Francis was there, still and unresponsive. Beelzebot gasped a little. That's...That's Francis… Beelzebot exhaled sharply before getting up and turning towards Amy.
"What now?"
"We wait until our Francis and Leela find us," Amy confirmed. "Then, we wake this imposter up and ask him what the fuck is going on."