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The Time Machine	By : kittykins667 Category: S through Z > Space Jam Views: 3865 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Space Jam or any of the characters in it, nor am I making any money from this story. I do own the other characters though because they are myself and my friends. xD

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The next few weeks are rather stressful ones for Amber. She has a lot of fun with her friends and Halloween is every bit as fun as she could have hoped for, but she’s still upset because the press is constantly all over her. All she wants is for them to leave her alone, which she tells them, but they obviously don’t care. Why can’t I just be allowed to forget the whole damn thing? she thinks miserably. When she discusses this with her friends, they tell her just to give the press what they want so that maybe they’ll go away. The next afternoon, when she hears a knock at the front door, she sighs and decides to give it a shot.
She opens the door to find a crowd of people, mostly consisting of reporters and photographers with their cameras held at the ready. Feeling awkward and extremely self-conscious, she stammers, “Um… h-hello.”
***
The negotiations go reasonably well for the monsters. The humans agree to let them live on their planet as citizens, as long as they agree to abide by their laws. They each get a place to live and a certain amount of money to start off with, but from there they have to get jobs like everyone else. And everything now has to have a monster-sized option, such as vehicles and restaurant tables.
Bupkus and the others are all sitting around the large, flat screen TV at his new place when the news comes on at 7 PM.
“Tonight, we finally get an interview with the girl that saved us all…” the female news anchor starts off.
Bupkus laughs, “This oughta be good…”
Since it’s the highlight of tonight’s news, it’s the last thing to come on. That’s fine with them. They wait.
Finally, it comes on, showing the reporters surrounding Amber at her house. Bupkus notices how beautiful she looks, wearing a low cut, flowing, blue tank top and a black skirt that matches it well. Her eyeliner is also blue, making her large eyes stand out even more than usual. Her long hair is in pigtails, her side-swept bangs hanging out of them and framing her face, nearly covering her left eye. She brushes it away quickly.
The reporters immediately start in with their questions. A blonde lady in front of Amber, slightly off to the left, says, “Amber, how does it feel to have saved the entire human race?”
“Um… good, I guess…” she answers, sounding unsure of what she should be saying.
“How did you find the courage to face the monsters, knowing that they would surely kill you?” a dark-haired man asks.
“I dunno… I just knew it needed to happen or I was gonna die anyways…” she replies with a shrug. “I mean, a lot of other people would’ve done the same thing, right?”
(Pound snorts, “Doubt it…”)
“How do you feel about the rumors going around?” another, dark-haired, woman asks.
“Um… rumors?” Amber asks uncertainly.
“That you had a love affair with one of the monsters at the station?”
(The monsters all burst out laughing at that.)
Amber looks dumbstruck and it’s a few moments before she manages to recover enough to speak. “I feel like whoever came up with that is a complete idiot… The monsters aren’t killing us, but none of the ones at the station were nice enough to mean anything to me,” she lies, her voice nearly shaking as she attempts to control her anger.
“Are you saying that you would never date a monster?”
“Until one proves himself to not be a douche bag, I don’t think so. I’m not a sex object, I’m a living thing and I have feelings,” she replies, barely fighting back the anger and tears.
Before the woman can say anything else, the man cuts in, “What do you say to all the human guys out there that have been posting online about wanting to date you?”
“I say… add me on Facebook and we’ll see. No promises,” she replies, smiling slightly, “Same to any girls out there. I’d actually like to try something different than guys. I’m starting to think that they’re not for me.”
(They all laugh, except for Bupkus. “Man, you turned her into a lesbo!” Pound says, laughing even harder.)
The press proceeds to ask her a large series of questions concerning her experiences in the future and the thoughts that ran through her head as she faced the monsters. Finally, after maybe twenty minutes of being badgered, she’s finally allowed to go back into her house.
Once the news is over, Bupkus finds himself feeling miserable and even a bit sick, but he isn’t quite sure why. He runs a distressed hand through his hair and sighs, thinking, I know she was talkin’ about me… I treated ‘er like a sex object… She looked like she wanted to cry… Snapping out of it, he shakes his head and thinks, What’s wrong with me? Why should I give a fuck?
Regardless of whether or not he should, that night he makes a Facebook account so that he can look her up. As he finds her page, he can’t help laughing at her profile picture, which is her dripping in fake blood and holding a butcher knife to her throat. Aw, she tries to be scary… Might help if she used real blood though, he thinks, laughing again. He continues looking through all of her pictures before going through the rest of her profile.
When he’s finished, he’s unsure of what to do. Should I add her? I am curious about what we did together in the future… but why does it matter what we did? I’m not the lovey-dovey type anyways… But damn it… I can’t stop thinkin’ about ‘er! It feels like I need to talk to ‘er for some reason… I even wanna see ‘er… Why though? God, this is gonna drive me fuckin’ insane… he thinks, running a hand down his face in frustration.
After nearly ten minutes of arguing with himself about it, he finally hits the friend request button…
***
Amber is sitting on her bed, listening to music and scrolling through deviantART on her laptop, when she gets an unexpected surprise. There’s a small beep noise from both the laptop and her cell phone, letting her know that she has a Facebook notification.
Upon opening the page to see what it is, she lets out a sigh. “Oh, goody… another friend request…” she mutters sarcastically, clicking on it. She almost gasps when she sees that it’s Bupkus. “What the hell is he adding me for?” she wonders aloud.
She’s still pissed off at him, but her curiosity gets the best of her and she ends up clicking accept. She then sends him a chat message:
Amber: What do you want?
(She awaits his response, her heart pounding in her throat. At last, he replies.)
Bupkus: Haha so rude, baby… I just want to talk to you is all.
Amber: About what?
Bupkus: Do I have to have something specific in mind?
Amber: No, but I was wondering if you do…
Bupkus: Nah.
Amber: Um… okay. o.O
Bupkus: So, how have you been?
Amber: Good enough, I guess… you?
Bupkus: The same, I guess.
Bupkus: I saw you on the news tonight.
Amber: Fantastic. So did the last 50 billion guys that added me on here. -.-
Bupkus: Haha why’d you give them hope in the first place then?
Amber: I don’t know! I’ve been avoiding the stupid press for the past two weeks… I only talked to them to get them to go away. I had no idea what to say to their retarded ass questions.
Bupkus: Lmao!
Bupkus: So… you’re a lesbo now, baby?
Amber: I’ve always been bi. I just really want to date a girl now because guys are assholes.
Bupkus: Haha would that asshole be me?
Amber: Why do you care?
Bupkus: Just curious.
Amber: Yes. You are that asshole. And for your information, I’d love to rip your dick off and force-feed it to you.
Bupkus: Lmao!!! Ouch, baby! I didn’t know you liked it that rough. ;)
Amber: Omg, just fuck off. I’m done with your bullshit.
Bupkus: Aw, that hurts, baby… I’m just trying to talk to you. I haven’t said anything mean to you, have I?
Amber: … I guess not. Sorry.
Bupkus: I forgive you, baby… So, I have some questions for you…
Amber: What are they?
Bupkus: What did we do in the future? I want to know everything.
Amber: Why?
Bupkus: I just feel like I need to know.
Amber: Okay… Holy crap, it’s a long story… I guess it all started when the future monsters were after me and started talking about me on the news… I got all pissed off and posted a video to them online, telling them to fuck off. You sent me a response video, saying that you wanted to help me. I added you, on here funnily enough, and we started talking. You were really sweet so when I ran out of food and had no other options, I told you where to find me. You took me home with you and you lived in this huge castle… it was pretty amazing. You still had some monster-like urges, but you were generally really sweet and gentle with me. We sort of just… hit it off, I guess. We did everything together for like four months. We really loved each other…
Bupkus: If we were so in love, why did you leave?
Amber: I couldn’t just leave my friends and family… especially not to die like that… knowing that I could fix it… And there were three different outcomes, two of which would’ve been okay.
Bupkus: What were they?
Amber: Either you guys kill me and future you comes to save me, taking me back to the future with him, you guys don’t kill me and we end up together, or you guys don’t kill me and we don’t end up together.
Bupkus: Oh, I see…
Bupkus: One more question… and I really do want to know the answer. Did we fuck?
Amber: No. We made love, there’s a difference. -.-
Bupkus: Haha if you say so, babe.
Amber: Are you done with your questions? I’d really like to stop talking to you now. =/
Bupkus: Aw… come on, baby… I’m the same guy. Why do you hate me?
Amber: You’re not the same at all. The Bupkus I fell in love with was sweet, gentle, and loving… He never would’ve said the things that you have to me.
Bupkus: I’m still the same guy. Just in a different time.
Amber: Well, neither of us is gonna live 204 years to see the other you, are we? -.-
Bupkus: Haha that’s true, baby… Maybe you want to get to know this me?
Amber: If that’s some kind of sexual reference, kindly go fuck yourself in the asshole. -.-
Bupkus: Lmao!!! No baby, I mean it. Maybe I could take you out tomorrow night?
Amber: But I’m just a sex object to you. Why would I go with you anywhere?
Bupkus: I just want to give it a try… If I do anything that upsets you, I’ll take you right back home.
Amber: … Why should I believe you?
Bupkus: Because I’ll go to jail if I do anything to you. If I wasn’t being sincere, I wouldn’t risk being around you at all.
Amber: Ugh… I dunno…
Bupkus: Well, you can take your time and think about it… Please, sweetie?
(Amber’s heart leaps when he calls her that. Growing hopeful, she thinks, What if he means it and this all works out?)
Amber: Okay, I’ll think about it.
Bupkus: Thank you, sweetie… I’ll plan on taking you out at 4:30 PM, if that’s okay with you… I’ll get on before that for your answer. Okay?
Amber: Okay, that works. I think I’m gonna go now though.
Bupkus: Alright… Sweet dreams, beautiful. Talk to you tomorrow.
Amber: Okay, thanks… Bye.
With that, Amber exits the browser and shuts her laptop. As she showers and gets ready for bed, she goes through a variety of different emotions. She isn’t sure whether she should be feeling happy, terrified, or excited, but she does feel as though her insides are going to explode from the anxiety and confusion of it all.
Finally, once she’s ready for bed and snuggled into her warm blankets, she starts to feel more positive about the whole situation. Hugging several of her favorite plushies closer to her, she thinks, I guess I’ll tell him yes… If I say no, I’ll always wonder if maybe I could’ve had my Bupkus back if I hadn’t been so stubborn… With that thought, she relaxes a bit and allows herself to drift off to sleep.
***
When Amber goes offline, Bupkus starts to get worried. What if she says no without givin’ me a chance? No, she wouldn’t do that… would she? he wonders uncertainly. Fuck… And what if she says yes? How am I gonna manage not to piss ‘er off all night? Feeling hopeless, he puts a hand over his face and lets out a groan, thinking, I should probably find out what these human chicks like before I do somethin’ else that’s stupid…
He opens Google and starts researching women, trying to find out what they like, what they hate, and things that he might accidentally say to make Amber mad. He then goes back to her Facebook and uses it to find her profiles on other websites, using them to find out everything that he can about the girl.
It’s nearly midnight by the time that he feels he’s absorbed as much information as he can. He decides to head to bed so that he can get up early to pick up a few things. Sighing, he puts his computer in sleep mode and heads to the bathroom to get cleaned up.
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