One year ago.
As the grandfather clock in the main hall struck twelve Barb was tiredly picking at the various flavors of proto food bars stuck in her teeth.
Alone, Barb thought the bars were perfect. Together? Not so much and that was putting it lightly if the sour taste in her mouth was anything to go by.
For the current forty five prototype bars, Barb was the sole taste tester, at first it had seemed Chester wanted her to make the final decision on which flavor was picked, not a hasty or random one of course. Chester had complained greatly about her first "Ill thought out." choice and insisted she sleep on it.
Repeatedly.
This had gone on for over for weeks and as the ingredients became more strange and outlandish, Barb grew wary of setting foot in the lab, but no matter how many times she swore to herself in bed that he had lost his bloody marbles and she was through, Barb somehow ended up sampling and resampling those forty five bars day after day.
After the release of the last food bar, though it had been a success, Barb had noticed a marked change in him, something she couldn't quite place, it put her on edge, it was odd and worried her to no end, Barb wondered if they should be seeking medical help instead planning for the next marketed invention.
It took three years of panic and sleepless nights, but it no longer bothered her, she was confident that she had pinned the location of the change it, was in the eyes. A bit of wildness that lit up his eyes at random intervals, Barb speculated it had developed from experiencing such a boom in sells.
It was completely harmless and almost amusing, Barb was sure of it and she shoved the frantic little voice that screamed something was wrong to the deepest recesses of her mind.
After all, if she couldn't trust her own good judgment what could she trust?
She passed the FLDSMDFR to Flint not daring to look to her side, she had a heard a thunk
But not the sickening grinding of flesh and bone. She didn't think she would be able to move at all if that had happened.
Barb's heart was in her throat and her fingers felt a bit stiff but other than that she felt fine, she had always imagined if something like this happened, there would be shaking, uncontrollable weeping and massive thunderstorms, but to her surprise there was none, only the quiet buzz from Flint and his friends' voices, Barb couldn't understand what they were saying but it was probably about the machine or something similar Barb didn't really care at the moment.
She wondered what would happen if she looked.
Maybe then the thunderstorms would come, a voice in the back of her mind told her that was highly illogical another voice, that sounded eerily like Chester told her she'd never know unless she tried.
Barb shrugged, the eery voice won out and she glanced to her side, without moving her head, loose strands of her own hair was what she saw most of but she did catch a glimpse of the clean floor something orange and white, a bit of red and a jerky movement.
Well that wasn't so bad. That was the last thing Barb thought as she began to softly hum to herself, crimson filled her vision and something heavy knocked the air out of her.
A/N.
My excuse, I like AU, I really do and after the movie I kept wondering, what was Barb and Chester's relation before CWACOM2 so I decided to write this story which though it doesn't take place before the movie will have snippets of the past.
Ahem, well I hope you joy reading this, I have most of the chapters written out and I will be nice and post another chapter after church. Maybe I will post two.
God bless you! :)
Also did you find any errors?