Fanfic Masterpieces: Fanfic Release Date

[Reply #440 on:]

 

Originally posted by coldangel_1:

The epic monstrosity is shaping up to be almost novel-length; with about 70 pages done already, and I'm not even close to halfway through the story.

Eek... I know that Part I of my Parallel Universe Saga was 80 pages, but that was only in my exceedingly atrocious improvised scripting style. (Standard scripting style doesn't really show up well in a UBB post.) Plus, it took a year to write.

I'm rewriting it into prose, and I think it's now a bit shorter. But much easier to read! Plus I'm ironing out any problems that'll result from the sequels, plus adding a new original ending.

I wrote it before I realized fanfics were serious business.

Right now I'm working on both Part II of the Saga (The One Where Everyone Stumbles Across Finding Miss Amy Wong As Opposed To Searching), as well as a fic forcibly inspired into me by both you, coldangel, and jle1993. A rebuttal, of sorts. Name? 'My Favorite Martian'.

No word yet as to when I'll be ready. Just... Head's up, here, really. Tell you what, I'll return in a few days and post some samples of what I've got so far, all right? That way I won't be getting off-topic here.

Please say all right?

Ok, I will. 

By the way, the reason I started writing this post was to say that I was just off to read this 'Blame it on the Brain'. So I'm off. To... 'Blame it on the Brain', I suppose.

I hear it's really good. 

Oh, and Kif, when can we expect a new update on 'A Past With No Future'?

[Reply #441 on:]

Wow, seems I must start reading fanfic again...

 

I wrote it before I realized fanfics were serious business.

Heh, I know that feeling, Xan.  The overall choppiness of my original fics has always bothered me, and just recently I've taken to sprucing them up a bit: tweaking some dialogue, exchanging a few forced sounding jokes for some slightly better ones, etc.

I'm about halfway through Perfumed by an Unseen Censor (ah, nostalgia.  That was over 3 years ago...), and may start up a new thread in a few weeks to re-release... depends how it actually turns out.

[Reply #442 on:]

 

Originally posted by Kif White:

You're kidding me. But she's dead! She had better stay dead! Viva Leela/Fry!!

[Reply #443 on:]

 

Originally posted by Xanfor:
 
By the way, the reason I started writing this post was to say that I was just off to read this 'Blame it on the Brain'. So I'm off. To... 'Blame it on the Brain', I suppose.

I hear it's really good.   

Thanks bro. I'll read your stuff if you'll read mine.   

Also, I might have begun posting it prematurely. I'm writing chapter 12 at the moment, and at this rate of posting I might overtake myself in some kind of quantum temporal fuck-up and post the whole thing before I've had a chance to finish writing it.

Tell you what - Don't ever be a writer AND an illustrator, AND then place timeframe constraints on yourself. 'Tis a recipe for grey hair.

[Reply #444 on:]

 

Originally posted by Kif White:

Wait a minute, Starsky!

Aren't you forgetting to finish something else?

A Past With No Future

(Snartski standing in corner tapping foot)

[Reply #445 on:]

Xanfor:  Oh good!  I'm glad to see you're still working on the Parallel Universe saga.

JBERGES: Oh thank god you're finally fixing up your stories.  The obvious flaws were starting to get on my nerves. 

[Reply #446 on:]

 

Originally posted by Venus:
 You're kidding me. But she's dead! She had better stay dead! Viva Leela/Fry!!

It says UoM II... not Alesia II 

I have no plans to bring her back, despite thinking she is (IMO) the best character I've created for anything. She set out what she was created to do, and I was honoured that the audience responded to her as much as they did (even if it was in a manner not dissimilar to Wesley Crusher or Jar Jar in many cases  )

I *do* want to finish A Past with No Future sometime actually, if only for that very reason. I've pretty much decided that I'm going to shorten the premise and cut to the chase, so to speak. I just hope I can still remember all the important pieces I intended to put in there; it was set up to end in a manner that unless every piece is there and in the right manner, it wouldn't really work.

[Reply #447 on:]

 

Originally posted by JBERGES:
I'm about halfway through Perfumed by an Unseen Censor (ah, nostalgia.  That was over 3 years ago...)

Waiting three years to rework a fanfic?  Unthinkable!

[Reply #448 on:]

Heh heh. Promo poster. Fun.

[Reply #449 on:]

@coldangel: Awesome.

 

Originally posted by JustNibblin':

JBERGES: Oh thank god you're finally fixing up your stories.  The obvious flaws were starting to get on my nerves.   

Yeah, come on, JB, everybody knows how much work your stories needed. 

Might you be writing anything new?

[Reply #450 on:]

Well... there are a couple new lines/jokes within the stories...?  Doesn't count, right?

My pipedream for when I finish fixing these up is to start a book/series of short stories that is NOT Futurama related, but still in the SciFiComedy genre.  Whether that comes to fruition is iffy, though I have some ideas.  Maybe if I cop out I'll go back to Futurama?

[Reply #451 on:]

Well, for the first time in a month I was able to scrounge in five minutes of writing.

I'm thinking this for the opening of 'My Favorite Martian'. It'd be my first fic in which I actually acknowledge the opera. Assuming, of course, that Parallel Universe Saga Part II doesn't find itself complete beforehand.

 

   “Don't stop playing, Fry. I want to hear how it ends.”

   On the contrary, it was just beginning.

~*~*~*~


   “Good news, everyone!”

   “It's sunday, professor mon!”

   “Oh dear, of course...”

   “But that's no excuse for everyone showin' up late!”

   “Indeed!”

~*~*~*~


   Fry was late because he'd been up all night with excitment. Last night, he'd walked Leela home. Actually walked her home! All the way to her front door!

   In silence.

   As he ran down the sidewalk, dodging both pedestrian and misplaced automobile alike, he wondered what had been going on behind that vast retina. She looked like she'd enjoyed herself...

   He rounded the corner of Planet Express and collided directly into...

~*~*~*~


   Leela was also late. She hadn't been up all night, but her mind had been racing. Fry was sweet, she admitted that. But he wasn't right for her, was he?

   The last thing she wanted to do was hurt him. But how could she? It had been an awkward walk all the way back to her place. He looked like he'd enjoyed himself, but he didn't say a word for the entire rest of the evening. Granted, she wouldn't have heard him if he did, but still, not even a try?...

   Her hearing still very faint, and paying very little attention to her surroundings, she rounded the corner of Planet Express and collided directly into...

~*~*~*~


   Amy was also late. This was, in fact, intentional. She knew that with the opera's disruption the previous night, it was only likely that the tension between Fry and Leela would have increased. Better to arrive after they'd left on their latest mission than to risk setting off some series of unfortunate events.

   But then again, she hadn't counted on Fry and Leela also being late. She rounded the corner of Planet Express and collided directly into...

~*~*~*~


   Bender was also late. This was due to the fact that Fry, Leela, and Amy collided directly into him as he rounded the corner of Planet Express.

~*~*~*~

[Reply #452 on:]

Wow. Cool. A multi-dimensional corner.
Xanfor it sounds really cool man. Except not for Fry & Leela's relationship  Or maybe you're just teasing.

[Reply #453 on:]

It's Xanfor, have a little faith. We should have faith, right? Anyway, can't wait to see it, and PU II of course.

[Reply #454 on:]

Here's a sneak peak at my next fanfic, "Hookin' The Line and Sinkin' It!"

Fry, Bender, and Leela were in Upstate New New York having a picnic to make Fry feel better about the treatment of his broken leg. 

Leela:  See, Fry?  Doesn't this make you feel better?  Fresh air, by the water, eating good food. 

Fry:  Yeah, I guess it does.  Can you believe I'll be walking with a cane and wearing a leg brace for a whole year? 

Bender:  Hey, if you're feeling that bad about your broken leg, I can give you a year supply of....

Leela:  Bender, don't even think about it!

Just then Nibbler wandered off into the lake and encounters a a half-tiger half-wolf creature called a Tigerine.  Nibbler tries to fight, but fails.  Just then a woman dressed in punk-goth clothes comes to the scene, her name was Rosetta.

Rosetta:  Dude!  Who's the owner of that little alien over there?

Leela and Bender point to Fry.

Rosetta:  What's his name?

Fry:  His name is Nibbler.

Rosetta:  His name isn't Nibbler!  His name is "Wimpler"!  (laughes cruelly)  And you cyclops and robot friends look like wimps, too!

Fry:  (gasps)  Why are you saying this?

Rosetta:  My Tigerine kicked your Wimplers @$$!  Wimpy trainers like you, red, make wimpy pets!  Wimpy friends, too!

Leela:  Hey, I'm more tough than you ever know!

Bender:  Wanna take me on, freak?

Rosetta:  You two aren't even worth it!  I'm only harassing red here!  I'm going to a local fishing contest where I'm taking my Tigerine to win!  (To Fry)  You better work on that "Wimpler" kid! (Walks off)

Fry:  Yeah, and you better work on your attitude!

Nibbler moans in fear.

Fry:  You guys didn't even try to defend me.  How come?

Bender:  Everytime you have a problem, you expect us to get your out of it!

Leela:  You need to learn to be more independent, Fry.  You can't always rely on me and Bender to solve your problems for you. 

Fry:  But, she insulted us!  She insulted Nibbler!

Bender:  Well, why don't you join that fishing contest and whup her @$$?

Fry:  Okay, fine.  I think I will. 

Leela:  We'll enter, too.  But we're not helping you if that girl harrasses you.

Fry, Bender, and Leela went to enter the local fishing contest.

That was just a sneak peak.  "Hookin The Line and Sinkin' It" will arrive sometime next year!   

[Reply #455 on:]

This is more of an idea than anything else, but I thought of something.  What if Fry and Leela started remembering events in 3x14 in dreams?  Memories surfacing, that sort of thing?

I don't think I'll write it because I'm not sure how it would go.  (What would be the conflict, for example, and also why would it be happening?)

If nothing else I at least wrote a couple of opening scenes.

“But do you really think that’s a good idea?  I mean, it’s so soon.”

Something clicked.  Almost imperceptibly.

“After all you’ve done, through all these years?  I’d say—”

Screeched and squealed.  Automated beeping shrieks.

“—if anything it’s not soon enough."

The rich scent of coffee filled the room

and she looked around, puzzled.  “Who’s making—”

The toaster’s button slid down roughly, beeped, and scraped back

…up out of his chair.  “I don’t know.  Let’s just give it some more—”

“Time to get up.  Time to get up.  Time to stop daydreaming and get up now!  Wake up!”

Awareness fractured into two.  The room and TV and couch flickered twice before disappearing and Leela wearily realized she was glaring at her frantically screaming alarm clock through a narrow-eyed squint.  Without thinking she picked it up and threw it across the room.

“Don’t throw me.  Get up and turn me off,” it continued.

Stupid speech function…  Leela grabbed her wrist comm and hit the laser button, decimating the alarm clock before rolling over and curling back into the covers.

She lied still for a few moments more, slowly waking up.  For some unknown reason panic prickled the back of her neck.  I have to remember, I have to rem—

Remember what?  As reality rushed back to her, harsh and sterile, she realized that it was nothing more than a dream.  Whatever had happened, it was fading fast.

But what was it?

Leela turned back over and stared at the dark shadow of her nightstand against the burgundy of the carpet.  Too bad she was just awake enough to realize that returning to sleep – and therefore a return to the dream, and an answer – was impossible.  It was just a dream, anyway.

At least the automatic coffee and toast was ready in the main room.

* * * * *

This was surely a test.

He swallowed hard, his mouth dry.  There was no way this day had actually come, had it?

Was this just a spitefully wonderful dream, or his dream come true?

“Bender, pinch me,” he said.  Two metal fingers gripped the flesh of his lower arm and clamped tight.  “Ow!  Uh, thanks.”

The robot continued pulling on a navy blue jacket.  “Anytime, meatbag.”

He stared back at his reflection, at the tux he wore and at the Professor and Hermes behind him, looking slightly impatient.  “Come on, Fry,” Hermes said.  “It’s time to get out there.”

His arm still throbbed.  Fry gingerly touched the fabric over the bruises and winced at the confirmation that yes, this was real.

“Wake up, Fry!”

So it really was happening then.

Something flat and heavy hit his forehead.

And that meant…

“What’s…”  Fry jerked his head up and looked around at the P.E. conference room before wiping the drool from a corner of his mouth.  A book lied askance near his folded arms.  “Wait.  Was I asleep?”

“Ask my wake-up call,” Hermes said, reaching to pick up the book of Company Laws & Fine Print.  “You were sleeping harder than a snake in a sugarcane tree.  This company’s not paying you to work in your dreams.”

“Sorry, sorry.”  Fry shook his head, returning completely to reality.  He sat up and feined attention to the spiel the Professor and Hermes were going on about.

It really had been a dream.  His face fell as he realized that it hadn’t happened.  Dammit!

Next to him, Amy was painting her nails carefully.  As she capped the bottle of nail polish and held her fingers out in front of her, she brushed her hand into the side of the bottle, where it skittered sideways before falling to the floor.  “Smeesh,” she muttered, turning to pick it up.  She bumped her head against Fry’s right arm in the process of straightening back up.  He yelped. “Oh, sorry, Fry.”

It wasn’t her bumping into him that caused the sudden pain.  Not all of it anyway.  Suspiciously he peeled his right jacket sleeve off and looked at two identical, indigo circles. 

The bruise from the dream.

If the dream wasn’t real, how had the bruise remained?

---

Not sure about the "dream affecting real life" bit either.  It may be in the way.

But anyway.  If anybody wants to steal an idea, go  ahead. 

[Reply #456 on:]

I want to say I've read a fic revisiting the lost events in the time skips, but I didn't read very far since I make it a point not to read shippy fics.  Still, nothing saying you can't do it.

[Reply #457 on:]

 

Originally posted by Sedna:
This is more of an idea than anything else, but I thought of something.  What if Fry and Leela started remembering events in 3x14 in dreams?  Memories surfacing, that sort of thing?

That sounds like a great idea!  I'd love to see the rest when you write it! *hinthint*   

[Reply #458 on:]

Speaking of dreams...

I'll have an update soon. I promise.

Also, I'd like to mention that I've stopped working on the Parallel Universe Saga. It was becoming very tedious, and that spells death for the quality of anything which spews forth from me.

[Reply #459 on:]

 

Originally posted by Xanfor:
Also, I'd like to mention that I've stopped working on the Parallel Universe Saga. It was becoming very tedious, and that spells death for the quality of anything which spews forth from me.

[Calculon]NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/Calculon]

[Reply #460 on:]

 

Originally posted by Xanfor:

I'll have an update soon. I promise.

Soon, as in 'right now'. 

 

Originally posted by Sine Wave:
 [Calculon]NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!![/Calculon]

Better?...

[Reply #461 on:]

If there is a bandwagon then that's usually me leaping at it like a demented lemming...

Episode one of a big multi-part story, and it's big, it has to be said. Big.

[Reply #462 on:]

I feel as though I've just stepped aside for the sake of something greater...

Three cheers for coincidences!

[Reply #463 on:]

Has to be said, when I saw you were putting yours aside I breathed a sigh of relief. You're a good writer. 

[Reply #464 on:]

*looks at the trailer poster*

*is suitably impressed*

And a big chapter, you say? Can't wait! 

[Reply #465 on:]

Looks nifty, Arch.

The ruined city in the background is done magnificantly.

Looking forward to this story.

[Reply #466 on:]

I'm looking forward to the new Archonix story.

Just how different will evil-Leela be?  Will she be a sadistic, hedonistic bitch on steroids?

I certainly hope so!

[Reply #467 on:]

A wee bit more information to tickle your brainbuds with.

Show spoiler

Tis a series. Six episodes (though since the finale is pretty much written I could do more or less without hurting anything). The provisional titles (in no particular order) are:

A Road Not Taken
Maerore Canente
Less than a Pearl
Brother Mine
Silent Gardens, Empty Tombs
The Boots Still Fit

On at least one level all of them will deal with how Leela reacted to a specific event in her life. Not all of them will feature Evila, though the finale will have plenty of her for obvious reasons. And yes, she's insane, bitchy and very uninhibited. At least as far as she can be in a PG-13 thriller...

[Reply #468 on:]

Intro pic and details look cracking - have to agree with the comments on the ruined city look - looks fantastic. "Less Than a Pearl", whould that be from a song by Enya per chance? 

[Reply #469 on:]

I'm looking forawrd to it!

[Reply #470 on:]

 

whould that be from a song by Enya per chance?

Why yes, yes it would...   

ETA: Stupid BB code...

[Reply #471 on:]

Excellent! 
Adore that song - inspired me to write (or at least come up with the idea for) a fanfic myself, though not a Futurama one. 

[Reply #472 on:]

Well for me it was that and something by Nightwish, which makes something of a contrast to be sure...

Also, fish. It will make sense.

[Reply #473 on:]

I've decided to write my own futurama fan fic. It's my first fan-fic in anything so it probably won't be as good as allot of the ones on this site but I'll give it a shot anyway. So far I've got 5 pages done and I predict that it will last 25-30 pages. Not sure. It's gonna be about these aliens from a distant planet who feed on humanoids. They discover Earth after eating all the humanoid aliens on another planet and plan to invade. Not the most original idea but whatever. Here's a preview which is the just 3 quarters of the first page.

*-*-*-*-*
“Come on Fry,” Bender said, “It'll be fun.”
“For the last time Bender, I don't want to go to the damn strip club with you. I'm still recovering from the last time I went with you and Flexo.”

 Leela walked into the TV room of the Planet Express headquarters where Fry was slumped in the couch watching TV and Bender was standing in front of him obviously harassing him about something.

“Do you want me to get on my knees Fry? I'll go to a human strip club with you after.”
“You're a robot. Do you even have knees?”

 Leela walked over to Fry next to Bender, “Get off you ass Fry, we have a delivery.”
“Ahh but Leela, I wanted to go to a strip club with Bender.”
“The Professor said we have a delivery to make a delivery to Mercury,” Leela replied.
“Mercury. There's nothing there but a gas station. What could we have to deliver there? I remember from when me and Amy where stuck there.”
“We're delivering fuel, Fry,” Leela said with her arms crossed and then she walked away looking angry. Then Bender walked off muttering something to himself about the strip club and the stupid delivery.

 Fry watched the two exit the room and shrugged his shoulders. He picked up the remote and changed the channel to All My Circuits. He picked up a can of Slurm and as he started drinking it, he heard the engines of the Planet Express Ship starting, “Oh right the delivery.” He dropped the can of Slurm and the remote and ran out towards the ship.

 Fry ran into the room where the Planet Express Ship was. The stairs of the ship where withdrawing. “Oh crap. Leela hold on,” shouted Fry but Leela did not hear him. He ran over to the stairs and jumped through them just before they closed. On the inside of the ship, Fry cheered, “Wahoo!” Then he noticed his right shoe wasn't on his foot. He turned around to see his show was caught in the closed stairs. He crouched down pulling the shoe until finally it came loose and he was sent flying back. He put on his show with a grin on his face, “Ship 126, Fry 1. Heh, heh.”

 Fry walked into the control room where Leela was flying the ship and Bender was drinking a martini, “Hey why didn't ye wait for me?”
“You were taking too long, Fry. When we have a mission, you have to be on time,” Leela explained.  “Whatever,” Fry muttered taking a seat next to Bender. “Yeah Fry. Wasting Leela's time like that,” Bender said sounding disappointed in him. Then he turned to Leela, “He wanted to go to a strip club and all, you know?”
*-*-*-*-*

Tell me what you think.

[Reply #474 on:]

Not bad so far. 

[Reply #475 on:]

On the subject of fanfic releases, I've just posted my newest fic, called 'Something Sweet':  http://www.peelified.com/cgi-bin/Futurama/4-001622-1/ 

It'll be on TLZ soon as well.   

[Reply #476 on:]

Just reposting the wee preview I originally had in the middle of my A Different View thread:

And now a short intermission... remember, refreshments are available in the lobby. If you buy an extra-large Slurm and Poppler-style flavoured corn kernel substitute foamed heated snacks you can go Super-Extra-Large for just ¢30!

*curtain*

---------------------------

Previews

Parallel Lives: A Road Not Taken


So. They were all together. Leela pushed a raven strand of hair from her eye and continued to watch the car as it pulled out of sight. She stepped back out of the shadows at the last moment and waved at the car’s rear with an almost child-like ferocity, then abruptly turned away from it to examine the Planet Express building. It always came back to the building, the place that had driven her mad. Well no, that wasn’t strictly true. The place it sat on top of had driven her mad, and he...
She killed that train of thought before it went any further and stepped out in the rain to give the building a closer look. The stark grey edifice stood silhouetted against the afternoon sky, still dim and wan, as if the atmosphere were thinner somehow. Even the clouds looked anaemic.
They had been talking to... Proctor, wasn’t it? Morgan Proctor, the one Phillip had been infatuated with for a while and who had been so very easy to dispatch the first time. But not this time. Not on this world. Leela needed her alive, at least until she had a chance to get to this world’s Phillip Fry. Her eye narrowed even as she smiled at the thought, and so Leela sauntered over to the building with a casual air, ignoring the rain that slithered down her back and matted her hair to her scalp.
The door was unguarded. Memory told her a single kick there, just an inch below the lock and three to the left, would be all it took to break it down but, again, that would be unnecessary. Leela stood in front of the door and just stared at it for a moment. Then she examined her pistol to make sure it was still in working order – as if it ever wouldn’t be – and rang the bell.
“Planet Express,” a voice said. Her voice. So familiar after all these years that Leela almost giggled at it. She cleared her throat and leaned toward the pickup.
“Hi, I’m-”
“Miss Turanga, you have already been informed of your status regarding employment at this facility,” Proctor said in the officious tone Leela had always hated. She smiled at the thought of having another crack at the woman later. Still, business first.
“I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“There is nothing for us to discuss, Miss-”
“Morgan, Morgan, always so official...” Leela leaned back to peer up at the building. She was almost certain she knew which office Proctor worked in, the one the fat idiot used to use. “Morgan, do you still wear that bun in your hair?”
“You may refer to me as Ms Proctor, now-” Leela interrupted Proctor’s hectoring voice a second time by banging loudly on the pick-up with the butt of her pistol. “Miss Turanga this is hardly-”
“Can it, Proctor. I know you want rid of me, well there’s things I want too.” She waited, and for a moment wondered if she’d been too harsh. Not that it mattered, there were other ways to sort out this particular problem, although this one would be more fun. “Remember those boxes in your store-room by the hangar?”
“The Paraboxes,” Proctor replied, her voice carefully neutral. Leela nodded, and then grunted an affirmative when she remembered Proctor couldn’t see her. “They allow travel to parallel universes. I am... uncomfortable with this concept.”
“Well get comfortable with it. I came out of one of them and I want to go back. I can offer you a way to get rid of your Leela, but I want a few things in return.” She waited again. A gust of wind flew up from the river and caught at her jacket, momentarily piercing even her tolerance for the cold, but she didn’t shiver. She never let on. Ever. Leela was just about to give up when the door emitted a loud buzz and slid open.
“Meet me in the conference room.” Proctor’s voice echoed from the intercom behind Leela, already deep inside the lobby. “I assume you know where it is.”
“Oh yes, I sure do,” Leela muttered to herself. She was in. All she needed now was time, and then they’d all be dealt with. She began to laugh as she made her way through the unfamiliar familiarity of the Planet Express building.

-----------------

Freedom. It had been so long since the stars had been anything but a roof overhead, a barrier even, a reminder of what she had done. Her parents never saw the stars. She’d hidden away from them afterwards, from the memories they brought, the accusations the carried.  She didn’t deserve to see the stars, and she’d hidden. But now she saw them, up close, without the intervention of atmosphere and stone and metal to hide away.
Her parents never saw the stars, but she would. They had wanted her to see them... Leela gripped the wheel of the ship and smiled a tight little smile as she thought about the future. Morgan Proctor wouldn’t have her victory. She didn’t need Proctor or Planet Express, she’d find a new company, maybe start her own. For them.

---------------------------

You know Morgan Proctor,” AltLeela said. It wasn’t a question, in fact it sounded more like an accusation than anything else. She gathered up her papers and pushed the chair back. “Thank you for your time, Mr Fry, but I think I’ll be leaving now.”
“Wait...” Phil stood up and put his hand on the papers. He looked in to AltLeela’s eye, his own eyes wide with... something. Longing? Whatever it was seemed to give AltLeela pause to think, as she slowly sat down again. Phil smiled a little sadly at her. “Morgan... Miss Proctor... just told me she was the one who placed the block on your file.”
“I knew it! That bitch-”
“Is my wife,” Phil finished coldly.

---------------------------

“Right,” Leela finished with lame shrug. She looked over her shoulder at Fry. “That’s good for us too. It’ll give us a chance to get home again.”
AltLeela looked up at Leela, shock colouring her face. She turned and, almost collapsing, sat on the edge of the desk, her eye wide. “Home? But... but you...”
“We can’t stay,” Leela said. She moved beside AltLeela and took her hand. “We can’t. I have responsibilities.”
“But I need you...”
“You don’t need me. You are me.”

---------------------------

“Mister Fry, I assume you are aware of the penalties for fraternising with mutants?”
Phil’s face paled at the mention of the word. “Mutants? I... I don’t know what... ” slowly, very slowly, he turned to look at AltLeela. She was as pale as he, and now blinking back tears as she looked into Phil’s eyes, her mouth slightly open as she choked back a quiet sob. Phil abruptly broke eye-contact and looked away. In the cold silence that followed, Morgan smiled her cold smile again and placed her single sheet of paper back on the table’s surface, then took off her glasses and closed her eyes as she pinched the bridge of her nose.
“Phillip, I am willing to overlook these indiscretions. I will, as you so creatively put it, ‘fudge’ the paperwork, I shall even allow these... ‘duplicates’... to return to their own universe without interference.” She returned her glasses to her nose, all business again as she leafed through the papers and settled on a specific form. Morgan lifted up the form, examined it for a moment and the slipped it across the table to Phil. She held out a pen. “All you have to do is sign this.”

---------------------------

“My secret?” Phil looked up from his notes. He tapped his pen against his chin as he thought and then flicked it at the top of the clipboard with a wide grin. “My secret is that I just want to sit at home and play video games all day. Morgan doesn’t even let me keep anything in the house, though, so I’ve got one set up at the office instead. She doesn’t know about it,” he added with a conspiratorial wink. Then he looked away and laughed again. “I bet that sounds pretty childish.”
“Kinda,” Leela replied. Phil’s face seemed to fall just a little. She put her hand on his shoulder and smiled. “I think it’s cute.”

---------------------------

“Voyla.”
“It’s ‘voila’,” Fry muttered. He pointed at Phil. “Yeah, I can speak french better than you do, how do you like them bananas!”
“I earn forty thousand dollars a year,” Phil said without looking around.

---------------------------

“Hello Fry.” Her voice came from below at about the same time the gun’s barrel poked in to Fry’s left nostril. Fry whimpered and fell back until a hand grabbed a bunch from his shirt and pulled him forward again. Leela’s face rose up to meet him, her eye filled with bitter hatred and yet strangely amused, as if the very sight of him was somehow incredibly funny. She pulled him close until their noses were touching and then shoved the gun into his mouth.

“Miss me?”

[Reply #477 on:]

This is much better than mine. Much better.

[Reply #478 on:]

Wow! Sounds good. I like the promo poster too.
 

“Voyla.”
“It’s ‘voila’,” Fry muttered. He pointed at Phil. “Yeah, I can speak french better than you do, how do you like them bananas!”
“I earn forty thousand dollars a year,” Phil said without looking around.

   

[Reply #479 on:]

I can't wait to read this!!