Yancy's NostalgiaHey my first Futurama Fic. Inspired by one of my favorite episodes, 'Luck of the Fryish'. One thing I should say is that since Yancy's wife was never named (not that I know) I'm just gonna call her Tress after her VA, Tress Macneille, anyway on with the story
I DO NOT OWN FUTURAMA!
Back in the past after Fry disappeared, a young seven year old Phillip J. Fry ran through the house with a toy rocket in his hand and a folded up test in his pocket. When suddenly he passed by his parents' room where Yancy had been all day. Even while he was in school, he could tell his dad didn't leave his bedroom. Philip jr. was concerned about his father, he just moped and ate in his room all. Even at dinner, Yancy just took his dinner to his room and barely even looked his son in the eye. Philip especially wanted to see his dad to tell him about his science test since he'd just gotten his tenth 100 in a row and was excited about it, until he started worrying about his dad. He dreamed of going into space
Not Just A Delivery Boy Chapter 1
Felicity Diamond was just leaning against the building near a suicide booth in New New York as a robot and a man with orange hair came hurtling out of the booth. She looked over and saw the orange haired man panting, catching his breath. "Are you alright?" Felicity asked, worried. "I think so." He replied. Bender led Felicity and Fry to a bar, Felicity found it odd that no one asked for her name so she decided to roll with it.
Bender, Fry, and Felicity were seated behind the counter of a bar when Bender took a drink from his beer. "Why would a robot need to drink?" Fry asked, curious. Felicity was quite curious herself only to have lived in the future for about 5 years. She too came from the 20th century. "I don't need to drink. I can quit anytime I want." Bender informed him then burped fire. "Then why drink?" Felicity scoffed. "So they made you delivery boy, huh?" Bender asked Fry. "Man, that's as bad as my job." He commented. "Really? What do you do, Bender?"
Chillin' With Villains(Maddy's point-of-view):
It was nighttime in the city of the Baconites, and I just finished helping Perry with a few errands; right now, I was walking through the park, when I saw Crikey wandering around. This didn't seem like him, at all; he never wanders around, at night, so I decided to find out for myself. I ran up to the 7-foot-tall Mechanical, and climbed up onto his broad shoulders. "Hey, Crikey!" I greeted.
"'Ello, lass." Crikey replied nonchalantly.
"So, where are you headed, big guy?" I asked, trying to create small-talk.
"Nowhere important." he replied.
"But where?" I asked again, getting slightly impatient.
"Let's just say that it's somewhere not meant for young lasses, like you." Crikey explained in a somewhat stubborn manner, setting me down.
"Come on, Crikey," I huffed, crossing my arms. "I can fit in, anywhere! "Can't I come, too, please?" I began to beg.
"No!" Crikey replied in a firm manner. "Trust me, Madison, this place is