Futurama

Fan Fiction

The Fry-trix Has You, Part 5
By Max Bellamy, Soulkid2000, Mattybwoy and Rye Guy

The Architect Scene
By Rye Guy

Fry slams the door behind him and catches his breathe. He wipes his forehead.

"Whew! That was close."

He turns, leans back against the door and looks down.

"Ah, Mr. Fry." calls a feminine voice.

Fry jumps in surprise and looks forward to see a receptionist desk in front of a brown wooden door.

"Y-you know my name?"

"The President is expecting you."

"President? You mean the Architect?"

"Yes but Warner Brothers threatened to sue so he had to change his name."

"Ah, I see." he walks over to the desk.

The receptionist points to the door behind her. "Just step through this door, and try not to stare at his lazy eye. He's very self conscious."

"Uh, sure thing."

The door begins to open slowly on it's own. A bright white light shines from behind it. Fry squints his eyes and walks blindly into the light. The door shuts behind him. He can't see a thing. All around him is light. It's so bright he can barely even squint without it hurting. He bumps his head on something-CLANG-and falls to the ground.

"OW!"

With a loud shatter sound, the light goes off and now Fry find himself in the dark. He feels around on the floor to see what he's bumped into. He feels a cold long metal pole with some broken glass around it.

"What the?"

Suddenly, with a hum, the room is filled with dim light. He looks up to see himself surrounded by a circle of dozens television sets piled high into walls, each one showing static. He looks back down to see he's holding a tall floor lamp in his hands. A light from the ceiling turns on filling the room with proper lighting. The televisions change to show live video feed of Fry as he stands among the sets. He watches the television intently as he waves his hand and all the other Fry's do the same.

"Cool."

He begins doing a jig and laughing to entertain himself with the televisions.

"Having fun Fry?" asks a deep burley voice.

The voice startles Fry and causes him to freeze. He turns to see a large black chair facing away from him.

"Who are you?"

"You don't recognize me do you?"

Fry shrugs "Well, not when I can't see you."

"Oh, sorry." The chair turns to him and Fry is face to face with an old man with thinning white hair and a bad comb-over. "Now do you recognize me?"

Fry thinks for a second "Nope, can't say that I do."

"But you've met me before."

"No I haven't."

"Yes you have."

"When?"

"Oh, many times, my friend. Many times."

Fry stares in silence for a moment with a confused look about him. The man slams his fist on the arm rest of his chair.

"I'm Robert Murdoch you imbecile!"

"Oh... who?"

Robert sighs in agitation "Nevermind. Just listen."

On the TVs around them flash random images of Fry and his friends from many of their past adventures.

"I've been watching you for quite some time Fry."

"You mean you had hidden cameras?"

"Er... something like that. Anyways, I must say that your ability to survive is most intriguing. That's one of the many reason you have been called into The President's presence."

"Who's the President?"

"I'm the Presidnet!"

"I'm Fry."

"I'm aware!"

"You said you were the President."

Robert growls in pure frustration "Listen you; you must make a decision that will affect the entire outcome of this story."

"Story?"

"Um, I mean... event... yes, event."

"What kind of decision?"

Two white doors appear on either side of them both.

"The door on the right leads you back to your friends. And the left one takes you to the real world."

"Okay then. Right door is it." he steps to the right door but Robert stops him.

"No you fool! Wait! I haven't finished yet!"

"Oh, sorry."

"Like I was saying…choose the right door and the real world will suffer the most horrific fate imaginable. A fate so horrible and gruesome that I dare not even speak of it."

"What kind of fate?"

"I dare not speak of it."

"Oh."

"But choose the left door and your friends will pay the ultimate price. Which is also not something to speak of. Choose carefully. You should know, however, that your predecessors each chose the right door."

"Wait, what predecessors?"

"The six who came before you."

"You mean I'm not the first?" he slumps "And I thought I was special."

"But you are special... you're just the sixth kind of special."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"Yeah, but there's a difference between hearing and understanding."

"It's simple, Fry. All you have to know is-" The right door opens and the receptionist sticks her head in.

"Mr. President, you got Seth MacFarlane on line 1. He wants to discuss the latest episodes of Family Guy with you."

"Tell him I'm busy!"

The receptionist leaves. Robert looks back at Fry as he continues "Now, where was I?"

Fry shrugs "You got me. I don't know what the hell's going on anymore. At first, this was cool, but now it's just confusing and stupid. You're stupid. I'm outta here."

He heads out the right door to re-join his friends.

"Wait! Come back! What about the real world?" no response "Fry?!" still nothing. Robert crosses his arms and sits back down in his chair "Fine! I'll just watch some Survivor." He pulls a remote out of his pocket and Survivor begins playing on all the TVs.

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