Futurama Porn Story: A Time After Chapter 2

A/N: Yes, cliffhangers. Youve gotta love those.
Unfortunately, my cliffhangers and chapters are wildly tangled so that I never
really pick up where Ive left off. Which means you all have no idea why Fry
opened his eyes, or where, or anything. But I do mwahahaha!

Back at the Planet Express Headquarters, Leela washed out her
coffee mug. She was free to help Amy repair the ship, which had been costly to
build. The Professor, it turns out, had a stash of money he had hidden and
forgotten in case the original ship had been destroyed, and so he made a new
one. Bender was probably helping her in Leelas place. Hed upgraded his
programming after Fry died, in order to work mindlessly. He seemed to be a
sober wreck for days after the crash.

Poor bot, Leela said quietly to herself.

She left the mug by the sink and walked into the hangar,
where Amy was fixing on one of the engine thrusters. Bender held it while she
melded it one better.

Hows it coming, Amy? Leela asked.

Just fine. Im glad Bender finally got that program change.
If hed gone another week the way he had, I swear Id change his software
myself. Amy turned off the torch and looked down from the hover-platform she
stood on. Hey Leela, want to come with me and Kif to the Hip Joint tonight?
You may get lucky there…

Leela looked at the ground. I couldnt do that to Fry.

Spleesh, Leela, hes dead! You have to move on eventually.
Even Benders moved on.

Youre right, but I still want to just… go home tonight.
Nibbler will be waiting.

Suit yourself. Amy went back to melding.

Leela turned around and headed for the door. She wanted to
go home, it was probably better for her to. Shed been sleeping badly as of
late and needed a nap. The videophone rang in the conference room and she was
obliged to get it.

Hello? she asked. The enormous monitor was totally dark,
but a few shapes could be seen, including the silhouette of person in front of
the other phone.

Leela. The voice that spoke had both a raspy and a robotic
sound to it. Not familiar enough to place her finger on it, so she squinted at
the speaker.

How do you know my name? Have we met before?

Your name was simple enough to find out. I just want you to
know that we will be meeting shortly. There is no escape, mutant.

How did… who told… whats going on?

Leela thought she saw the mans teeth flash briefly as he
grinned. Tonight.

The screen went blank, leaving Leela unnerved. Someone
outside her work knew her secret, but she didnt know who. If the person really
did know her identity, then there probably wasnt any harm in finding him out.

Frys thoughts were very dim. All he could see was a pale
green haze. In front of him floated wires, which were connected to him by
suctions all over. He tried to move, but couldnt. A series of bubbles issued
from his mouth as he struggled, but the wires held taut and the breathing tubes
nearly yanked from his nostrils. He ceased panicking. Maybe someone would come
and tell him what was going on.

Leela sat in bed reading a book. She hadnt really been
paying attention to the story. Rather, she was imagining what this shady
character that knew about her was going to do, and how he would find her.

She heard a sound in the other room, like glass breaking.
Scared, she sat upright. There was a muffled bit of squealing and jabbering
from Nibbler, but it was silenced. Confused, she started to get out of bed,
dropping the book. Dressed in only a bra and underwear, she was unprepared. She
stared at the door while edging to her wardrobe, where she left her gun.

Out of nowhere, the door seemed to fly off its hinges and
crash open. Something moved quickly to hit the lights, sending the whole
apartment room into darkness. Leela gasped as a cold, metal arm held her hands
behind her back, and tried to kick. Her foot connected with metal plating
underneath clothing. It was useless to try and fight her attacker.

She felt a piece of cloth being pushed at her nose and mouth,
and unwittingly inhaled. Everything became blurry and Leela felt herself
slipping into some sort of fevered nightmare.