Fan Fiction

Attack of the Fangirls, part 1
By Fruitosaurus

Fry was casually walking to work, humming a familiar tune as he did so, when suddenly, he heard "There he is!!!"

Fry couldn't even wonder "What the hell?" before he was abruptly tackled by what felt like ten people. He lifted his head up to see a ton of girls on top of him, one of them running her hand through his hand. Normally Fry would be very happy to see so many girls on top of him, but this just confused him.

"He's so cuuute!" one of them warbled.

The others agreed.

"What's going on? Is this a dream, like that time when I thought I won a bajillion dollars?" Fry said.

The girls all giggled.

"I love how adorable he is when he's confused!"

"Move out of the way, Monique!"

"Can I marry you, Fry?"

"Hey! Stop hogging the right side!"

"You know, you should really give up on Leela and date me!"

"No, me!"


"No, I said me first!"



"No, me!"

"No, he's too good for you!"

"Why you-!"

And with that, two of the girls started fighting.

"Stop! Why don't we all agree that we can share him?"

"No, really, what are you talking about?" Fry said, confused.

The girls didn't reply, but instead grabbed Fry and dragged him off.


Later, at the secret hideout, aka Maddy's house....

The fangirls all stood in a circle around Fry, who was tied to a chair and gagged. The lights were off and the girls held lanterns instead.

"Now, how do we determine who gets the first shift with him?" the leader, Maddy said.

"I know! I know!"

"What, Lacey?"

"We pull sticks."

"Brilliant! Everyone, stay here and watch him. I'm going to go get sticks."

Maddy walked out of the room, leaving the very, very confused Fry under the care of the circle.

"I want to do him so bad." whispered one girl.

"What's he doing?" whispered another.

Fry tried frantically to shake off the ropes binding him, but to no avail, as they held tight.

"I'm baaack!" sang out Maddy. "How is he?"

"Keeps trying to escape." answered a girl.

"Well, you and Sof make sure he doesn't, okay?" Maddy said, "Now, the rest of you come here and we'll pull sticks. Whoever gets the short stick gets the first shift."

The girls drew closer and each took a stick.

"I got it! I got it!" squealed Lacey.

"Good, you stay here and the rest of us will go home while you 'do your business', okay? Bye!" Maddy cheerfully called over her shoulder. Lacey grinned at Fry, though by the look on her face, she didn't want to talk. Fry tried to lean away from her, but the chair simply fell backwards.

"He he, silly boy! I'll put you right."

Lacey grabbed the chair and put it upright. She then proceeded to take off Fry's gag and make out with him before he could say anything. When Lacey finally broke the kiss, Fry simply stared at her, unable to say anything. Lacey pressed her finger to her lips.

"I hope you enjoyed that," she said, "because you're going to get a whole lot more than that in a minute."

She untied him and then took off his familiar red jacket, all the while giving him a look that said, "Let's do this".


Lacey was confused.

"Wait, what?"

"Don't rape me please?" Fry said, giving her an innocent look.

"Who said I was going to rape you?" Lacey said, a confused look on her face.

"Well, why did you untie me, and why did you take off my jacket?" Fry said, equally confused.

"I'm just going to make out with you, and I'm stealing your jacket." Lacey said.

"Oh. Hey!"

Lacey ignored him. She threw his jacket aside and grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him into a kiss. Fry resisted, trying to break away, but Lacey was too strong for him. Finally, Lacey moved away, satisfied.

"Okay, now what?" Lacey said.

"You let me go?" Fry said, hopeful.

"No, of course not! What would be the point of that?"


Fry's hopes were dashed. He had to think of a plan to escape, but what? Suddenly he realized the perfect plan.

"Hey, look over there, it's Ted!"


Fry ran out the door, hoping she wouldn't follow. He ran down the hallway, stopping at a door that looked like it might lead outside. He opened the door, revealing a tall Asian man's bedroom.

"What the-? What are you doing in our house?!"

Fry quickly ran out of the room with the Asian man in hot pursuit carrying a ray gun.

"You get out and stay out!" the man shouted as Fry ran out the front door.

Fry then ran down the street before realizing he had no idea where he was. It didn't even look like New New York, in fact.

"Crap, where am I?" Fry said to himself.

He wandered around the neighborhood for a while. He decided to head over to the nearest gas-station and buy a map or something. After what seemed like forever, he came across a small station that looked like it might fall apart at any minute. Fry entered.

"Yes?" said the old man at the counter.

"Um, hi, I'd like to buy a map?"

"Over there."

The old man pointed to Fry's right. Fry walked over, picked out a map, and approached the counter.

"How much?"


Fry searched for his wallet in his pocket. He came across his cell phone.

"Damn! Not in here. Wait, my cell phone?"

He pulled out the phone and realized he could use it to call his friends.