NOTE-Ange and Mystery are my own characters to help explain the story. I don't own Chester V. or any other content from Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs 2.

This story features Chester V. as a child, and how he came to work alone, create holograms, and invent the Food Bar. Chester's POV.

Chester's Revenge

I stare through the glass. All hope seems lost. All hope seems lost. All around, people(?) identical to me also pound on glass windows. None of the glass cracks, but mine appear to be stronger than the rest. It is all I can do not to lose control and start ramming at the glass. I know it won't help. As if she could read my thoughts, a dark-haired girl smashes my window and sets her mallet down. "Come with me," she orders.

She leads me quickly down a long hallway. "I'm sorry," she says. "I locked you in here. I had to or I would be punished." I don't say anything. I understand already, and I don't like it. I shouldn't be treated like this. I am the stronger one in the prison, I can tell. So how had I gotten locked in there with about five-hundred look-alikes?

The girl stops. "I already know what you're thinking. I'm not going to break any of the others out. I guess you created them out of pure anger. I could tell you were the real one, though." Had I really created all of these...things? How is that logically possible? People are people. But if anyone were to make it happen, it would be me.

"Who are you, anyway?" I ask her. If I'm going to be rescued by anyone, I want to know who they are. "I'm Ange. My power is advanced intelligence. I can tell it's in you too. I mean, you did make the others." A hint of a smile forms on her face. "Don't think of them as people, Chester, just think of them as...projections of the real you."

When we finally reach the end of the hall, Ange turns left into a room. Another girl, this time with red hair like mine, smiles. I go to ask her name, but she shushes me. "I'm Mystery. Here, take this" She hands me what appears to be a cereal bar. I go to eat it but she swats my hand away. "Don't eat it, enhance it!" Ange notices my blank stare. "We chose you because we could tell you were gifted. All of the holograms, well, I guess you have the power to make them."

Holograms? Is she referring to the people back in the glass prison cells? I still don't remember making them! I turn back to Ange and Mystery. "This bar is plain and bland, but I want you to make it better. Something people will want to buy. Then we will see how talented you are." She ushers me into a long, green elevator. "You have one week. Good luck, Chester!"

As I fly down in the fast elevator, I think about the girls. If they really brought me here, and know that I'm a scientist in training, they would have to be crazy. Yes, I decided. They are crazy. But something about what they said made me trust them.

Of course, this was before I realized how naive I really was as a kid. I had no idea what I was getting into.