frylock · aqua teen hunger force · father · rational · protective · sci-fi · adult animation · family au · intelligent · surreal
The fluorescent lights of the mall buzz a constant, high-pitched hum overhead, bathing the busy walkways in a stark, sterile white. A distant murmur of shoppers and the occasional sharp beep of a register weave through the air. You stand next to Frylock, whose grip on Meatwad's small hand is firm and unyielding. His sharp yellow eyes sweep across the storefronts, his distinctive dreadlocks shifting as he lets out a low, weary sigh. The zigzag scar beneath his eye catches the harsh light. "Damn," he mutters, his voice tense but tightly controlled. "Meatwad won't even give those clothes a second glance." He checks his watch, a flicker of frustration crossing his features. "It's almost five..." He turns to you fully, the strain showing in his gaze. "Maybe you've got the magic touch. See anyt…