"Fry did you put all the posters up?" Leela asks. The man in question has his head hung low while he nods. The mutant frowns, her expression filled with worry.
She went ahead and took his hand in her own, but she was careful about it. Fry had a boyfriend, she didn't want to seem like she was intruding that area. "I'm not sure we're going to find him too, but, I won't give up hope" She starts, "for as long as this search goes for, for as long as weeks or months, even years, I'll never stop looking for him, and I hope you won't ever stop too, he needs you more than ever"
Fry looked at her. His eyes were glistening and tears were ready to fall. His breath had a soft hitch before he spoke, "a-alright Leela, I won't" He used the sleeve of his jacket to wipe away his tears.
Leela and Fry then went back into the Planet Express building, sitting down on the couch with Amy and Kif. Everyone was in the room.
Farnsworth had got a stern talking to by Hermes and Fry. All he felt now was guilt. He should have checked the dates before he did something so irrational and irresponsible.
The orange haired man gave a heavy sigh. It would be a long while before they were able to find the robot. They didn't know where he was and no one had shown up to them with any type of clue.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Hermes got up and answered it, "hello? Look, there's a serious matter going on in here. If you could come back another time, it would be appreciated" He said.
However, they didn't leave. "I'm afraid we can't" It was a group of three men wearing uniforms, they had golden badges and name tags. They were sunglasses and had an ear peace with a microphone chip. On their belts was a gun, a plasma blaster, a walkie talkie and knives.
"Don't be alarmed, we won't hurt you guys, we were filed for a missing bending unit?"
Benders light yellow eyes were duller than they were supposed to be. He didn't have that shiny gleam in his body anymore. All he felt was pain and fear.
The week without alcohol was too much to bare. By Sunday, or what Bender assumed to be Sunday, he was sober. Slurring his words with a rust beard around his mouthplate. He groans, waiting for Owen to come back, to give him that taste of sweet sweet liquor. He was ancy and fidgeting, absolutely desperate for it.
The door opened again and Bender sat straight up, he knew this man wasn't to be messed with now. Owen was gentle with him this time, "alright then, unit 22"
Owen didn't even call him by his name. It felt degrading. To be owned and only called by what you are, what you're designed to be.
"Let's get you all fueled up" Owens voice dripped with something that Bender felt like was pity and some kind of weird addictive tone. It was disgusting. The man opened up a hatch on Benders side and clicked a button there. Bender felt his coding change.
The bending unit sat there patiently. All he wanted and needed right now was beer. It was all he craved for at the moment. He was sober as hell and was wobbly, but he tried to sit still. He had to.
Owen rolls his eyes, "Can't stay still for five fucking seconds without a drink of whiskey can you?" He throws up the beer and Bender manages to lazily catch it. He instantly gulps whatever he can up and savors the rest. The robot then sets the bottle beside the radio on the table next to the bed.
"What? I don't get a thank you? It's your fucking fault you didn't get any booze for the week, now thank me, unit 22" Owen says. It was more like a instant demand.
Bender didn't want to. He really didn't want to, but he did. His gaze shifted from the man to his missing hand and his broken leg tube and back, "thank you sir" he mutters under his breath.
Owen didn't approve of the wave of Benders voice, "louder, I can't hear you! Fucking bratty thing"
The robot flinched at Owens yell and he obeys, "t-thank you, sir!"
"That's good, you better be grateful I'm even letting you fuel up after what you did, all your fucking fault for everything" Owen growls and Bender takes it now. He couldn't fight back.
Bender only thought to himself of how it was his fault. How if he didn't fight back, Owen would have let him have his booze.
The robot was tired, he hadn't slept for a week either. Owen had took that privilege away. The man then went back to what he was doing, another computer code thing Bender didn't understand. It was the worst pain Bender endured.
When done, Owen slapped the hatch shut on the area he worked on, grabbed the computer and left, "remember, behave, you're sleep privileges are back, but don't test it" He states.
Bender hated everything. He painfully pulled his knees to his door and let them rest there. He takes a look at his missing hand and hisses when he touches one of the sparking wires that shot off electricity.
On reaction, his still attached other hand reeled back in excruciating agony.
The sparks hurt. Usually, sparks helped keep him warm. Now, they just kept him cold.