Man, 1910 times were SCAAAAARY

A chicken ran. She ran as fast as he could. It wasn't that fast, but she had a new assignment from the big boss himself. She just had to tell someone named Carpus "Do the drapes match the carpet?" and she'd be there. The product testing lab. Truthfully, she didn't wanna be there, but it's the best way to earn money. Everyone who worked there knew it. Unfortunately, it was hard to get to work there. Most would have to settle for helping the chicken on set, or simply loading the items into stores. She got lucky. Once she earns enough for some plane tickets, she'd be out of this dump and working for someone else. Hopefully someone nicer.

She was lost in her thoughts until a loud, burly voice spoke. "Ahem." She looked, seeing one of the higher-ups staring her down. Carpus, probably, guarding the entrance to the Lab itself. "What do you need?"

"Umm...Okay, uh...Do the drapes match the carpet?" Carpus flinched as she finished her sentence. Silently,

"He really got another one stuck to doing this, huh?" He mumbled, the girl walked into the bulding. "Listen, I get you're probably excited for more pay and whatnot, but you should stay careful. The labs are probably the most dangerous place in the entire building. Hell, Slevi's been missing since he went in there."

...What? "W-Who's Slevi?" The girl looked behind her, only to see Carpus has already left. She...no, it was just to get enough money to leave. It couldn't be that bad. She shook it off, and went ahead. Ahead into the unknown.

...

The thought didn't leave Courtney's head. First impressions are always important, and the impression the lab gave was...not very good. Cobwebs were everywhere, all the desks looked dusty and...was that blood? No, no, probably a stain. But then again, Carpus did say something about Slevi...No no, he was just messing with her. Right? I mean, she never heard of someone named Slevi, and she's worked here for a good...3 months. She had to know of all the drama, especially drama about someone's death.

Shaking it off, she approached a chicken. "Um...Hi? C-Mr. Clinko sent me. I'm supposed to, um, you know."

"Another newbie, eh? Don't worry, kid. I'm Crow. Don't listen to the rumors, we're a fine place."

"Oh, that's, uh, good. Or...fine. Or, uh--"

"No worries, kid. You're just gonna work," Crow pointed to a nearby desk. "We just give you a product, and you make sure it works. If you get hurt, just tell Cillian. He'll help. Now, go on. Get to work."

Crow pushed the girl to the side, "Now go on. Get to work." He repeated, his voice more strict. She nodded, moving to the desk. It was just as dusty as the others, but she was sure it'd get cleaner. Hopefully. Wasn't there a janitor?

"Er, ahem...my favorite Interns! It is time for you to begin product testing!" A familiar voice came up on the loudspeaker. "The product you'll be testing is the brand-new Clinko Electric Fork! Remember, if you need any medical attention, just report to the good Doctor himself, Dr. Cillian. This is Clinko, signing off!" She looked around, most of the other Chicken interns, emotionless and tired, just groaned.