Fry (OC)/Holbyverse/Bar
[oomm: Fry has a quiet day]
Fry doesn't know what to do.
Sooner or later, he's going to have to talk to someone. And then they'll know the truth.
For once in his life, he wishes it was an alien curse, or an interdimentional virus, or a magic spell. But it's not, it's something far worse, something harder to fix, maybe even impossible.
He sits at the bar, who gives him a pepsi and a packet of MSG-free monster munch, followed by a leaflet. He stares at it for a moment, then sighs.
Fry doesn't know what to do.
Sooner or later, he's going to have to talk to someone. And then they'll know the truth.
For once in his life, he wishes it was an alien curse, or an interdimentional virus, or a magic spell. But it's not, it's something far worse, something harder to fix, maybe even impossible.
He sits at the bar, who gives him a pepsi and a packet of MSG-free monster munch, followed by a leaflet. He stares at it for a moment, then sighs.