STFU - Bender x Female Reader | Futurama

Chapter One

The suicide booth called your name. It sounded like a siren's call to a sailor lost at sea.

Taking out a quarter from your wallet, you slid into the line for the first and last time, feeling both melancholic and relieved. Melancholic because you would lose everything you worked so hard for. Every little skill you achieved, every accomplishment, every reward given to you. But at the same time, you were relieved because you wouldn't burden anyone anymore. You wouldn't fuck up people's lives more than you've already done, and that was a huge plus in your book.

At least you didn't have to leave anyone behind. Your parents died while you were younger, maybe twelve or thirteen, you couldn't remember anymore. Your mom died of stage four breast cancer, and your dad committed suicide from the amount of grief he had felt.

Part of you wished you had gone along with your dad and just ended your life right then and there. Another part of you was furious that your father didn't love you enough to care for you when you were also grieving your mother's death. He didn't even stay for the funeral. But the entire part of you was just sad. Sad that you lost both of your parents in such a short amount of time. Sad that it left such an achingly large gap where your heart was. Sad that you got over it just as quickly.

You weren't kind to your mental health after that.

Developing depression with psychotic tendencies wasn't something you were aware could even happen, since you were so young when you were diagnosed. After your father passed, you were immediately put into an orphanage, but then later transferred to a different location when you kept seeing your parents in the corner of your eye. Hearing them talk to you was the icing on top. You didn't know they were hallucinations. You didn't know anything anymore.

Nothing mattered. After all, you lost your family, you had no friends, no lover, no anything.

Why even bother living anymore?

Then, you saw it; a sign on a bench advertising cryogenics. You had an idea.

Instead of killing yourself, you could just start over a new leaf in the future. One where no one knew who you were. You would still have your mental illnesses of course, as that won't change. But at least you could start fresh. You had nothing to lose, literally nothing.

Fast forward a couple hours later, you had everything you wanted to bring with you. A small backpack containing your wallet, your phone and charger, your sketchbook and pencil pouch, and two bottles of diet coke, fresh from the refrigerator. You had no idea how long they would send you forward in time, so you might as well be prepared. Well, as prepared as you wanted to be.

Looking up at the building in front of you, you pulled out your phone and brought up the picture you took of the bench.

9820 Sixth Avenue. Yep, you were at the right place. Brick building in all its glory.

Stepping inside, you were immediately hit with the smell of hydrogen peroxide. Sterilization in a cryogenics department? A little suspicious if you were asked. But if you were going to die here like in some sort of scary movie, you wouldn't mind one bit. You already accepted your fate years ago.

A man greeted you at the front desk. "Hello, do you have an appointment?"

Shit, you hadn't thought of that. You thought up a brand new plan for getting in out of the blue. You just hoped this guy was dumb enough to fall for it.

"Actually, I'm here to deliver a large pizza with a side of diet coke. If you would point me to the head of the cryogenics department, that would really benefit me," you said in an even tone. Nailing your quickly thought up line, you continued looking at the guy in the eyes, showing no backing down. Might as well go down with a fight.