Fringe Chronicles 1:

"Peter hurry!" My father clasped the tray of cookies in his hands, for if he were to move, they would surly drop and crumble to the floor.

"Coming Walter." Never once have I called my father "father." I'm not quite sure why. I think it might have something to do with me not being from this world. Whenever I call him that I always think why I do that, which is because my dad was a complete jerk back in Florida. This is where he tested little kids on a drug called Cortexiphan, which my partner in the Fringe division, Olivia Dunham was exposed to at such an early age. Now she see's men with eyes bulging out of their head and the world exploding in front of her face, which no one else can see but the people tested on Cortexiphan.

I ran to go help my father, his white curly hair bounced as I pulled the tray from his hands. "You stupid bi*** Walter! Your supposed to put cow fat on the pan before you put the cookies on," There were globs of white grease upon the oddly green colored cookies, "What the hell are these you crazy old man?!" He started crying. I felt nothing.

"These are not just cookies, they are for Olivia!" He put his hand upon my shoulder and I placed the tray of cookies on the recent shapeshifter's dead corpse, which laid motionless on the metal table. We had dead bodies on a table like Martha Stewart has a cute bunny statue in the middle of hers.

"Why would Olivia want these? They look like mold from a dinosaurs ass"

"This," he picked up one of the cookies, "This is no ordinary cookie my boy! This is the key to having you and Olivia be together." He stared at me for a moment. I thought about this. How the heck would this stupid cookie be the key to me and Olivia being together. I mean, the thought of it was nice. But that cookie would never work. I tried to make my move in the lab and Walter completely just burst in showing us some dudes brain.

"How would that be of assistance in my journey to Olivia being with me?"

"Well, see, I mixed some of my chemicals together and I used the drug Mexachlorizine to make her be in a great state of shock and admiration." Walter had officially gone insane.

"Why are you doing this for me? And why the heck would she eat that?"

"Well, you see Peter-"

"What is with you and 'Well, you see Peter'" I raised my hand.

"No no no Peter. We shall not have any of that going down shall we. Well anyway son-"

"I am not your f***n son Walter."

"I'm sorry, that I note. But once you give this cookie to her, it will appear like a warm sizzling cookie, a regular one of course. She has the drug Cortexiphan in her so with her vision and the way her brain will process it, it will appear to be a regular cookie. Give it to her and she will begin to fall into a trance of great admiration!"

"Sweet. Nice. So where exactly is Olivia?"

"She went to go work on a mission. Another shapeshifter I suppose. Or she's at her sisters. You will have to call her. As for me I must continue my work." He passed me the tray from the corpse and took out his tools and began to work. I grabbed a few and put them in a plastic bag.

"Thanks..... Dad." As I said that he began to cry again, this time, fruit punch ran from his cheeks. I began to cry as well.

"Oh son," Walter can running over with his blood covered gloves and began to hug me, "I really do hope you get Olivia."

"Thank you." I pulled his hand off my shoulder with a reassuring pat and ran out the door. Today would be the day I would get Olivia.