Containment What will happen when Barb dies?

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Marvin said:
People on here don't really know what his day-to-day life is like. Chris is way more competent than we tell you about.
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When people don't give Chris too much credit, they tend to give him not enough.
So yes, Chris lives a shoddy life but he won't starve without supervision.
 
The farms will put together another care package, which would ideally be presented to him at the funeral by Marvin, in full pickle regalia.
 
John Daker said:
The farms will put together another care package, which would ideally be presented to him at the funeral by Marvin, in full pickle regalia.
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I'm now wondering what dress uniform for a guy in a pickle suit would look like, it's probably going to entail two full length blue armbands.
 
He never will be ready to be on his own. But someday he will be alone, and Charlottesville will have to deal with the consequences.
 
Assuming Barb has any actual finances squirreled away, in the immediate sense, nothing.

Worst case scenario, he appeals to his extended family who no doubt knows how completely nonfunctional he is, and becomes ward of the state.

CatParty continues to make additional threads based on this for another six months.
 
I'm predicting a period of honest broken-heartness, and then once he realizes that the one remaining limiting factor to his lifestyle choices has no more control over him, we'll see a starburst of absolute weirdness that make the "Lesbian soul" days seem tame.

And simply put, it'll both continue- and escalate- until something breaks: Chris's body, his finances, his sanity, the town's tolerance. Your guess is a good as mine.
 
Anchuent Dictata said:
In my experience, Methodist communities, (or at least UM) are very open and accepting. If he were to refrain from openly disrupting the everyday church things, I could see Wesley Memorial welcoming him back.

Does Barb have life insurance by any chance?
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That's a good question. Hopefully she has at least enough to cover funeral expenses. Anything extra would certainly help.
 
I honestly have no idea

Best scenario: he'd do something stupid and maybe land himself in some sort of assisted living place for autistics

Worst: he ends up homeless/ dead. I'm not trying to A-log, it's a legit possibility.
 
Ancient Cherokian spirits buried deep within 14BC will awaken, an the Hoard will come to life. With its keeper dead, its free will is restored. It consumes her lifeless corpse with a soul-wretching growl. The Chandler pets have run outside, having recognized the evil before it manifested. Chris is shocked, the grief from both his mother's death and seeing her body being eated by a sentient pile of trash almost overtaking him. The Hoard then turns to him. It remembers how it was nearly killed by the fire he started. It speaks to him in its eldrich tongue, words made from pure madness and despair. Luckily, Chris's autism prevents him from grasping the finer points of this mind-destroying language. But something in it sounds familiar. Maddeningly familiar.

"TWODFUSK MAKTOK HRISHAJYUA, SARNISK AARM SARBLUU!"

Chris's eyes widen, and his face twists itself into a sneer. He removes his MLP glasses dramatically. Autistic rage begins boiling deep within him. Reaching deep within his old lady handbag, he pulls out a familar can of mace.

"YOU DANG FUCKING BASTARD! SONIC'S ARMS ARE NOT FREAKING BLUE! I'LL SPRAY YOU DEAD!"

No trace remains of either Chris and the Hoard. The Chandler pets are adopted into foster homes, where they live happy, full lives. Though the police thoroughly investigates 14BC, no evidence of anyone ever having lived there is found. With time, a rumor spreads about the house being haunted, and it is eventually broken down.

They say that every 24th February, at certain times of day, you can spot various figures around the empty lot of 14 Branchland Court. People speak of an old man and an old fat lady. Of a dog and a little boy. Of various cats. And, most peculiarly, of a fat man dressed in women's clothes, accompanied by a yellow, inhuman-looking figure. Everyone in the area avoids the lot, save for outsiders who, for some reason, visit it from time to time, always taking pictures and leaving a jar of pickles as some sort of offering.
 
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Eternal depression and group home. What else you want us to say? He wouldn't react with rage anymore against the trolls even if we throw pickles at him and yell "JUUUUULAAAAAAAAAAY!" at the top of our lungs because by then, his depression will be so bad, it would screw up his declining physiological health more. Not to mention, his depression will eventually cause him to lose interest in anything where not even Sonic would help him anymore let alone Sonichu which by then will be so boring, even he won't be interested.
 
What'll likely happen: Chris gets sad, announces Barb's death on Facebook, and those who care about him the most will help him in some way so he can live by himself or with others for the rest of his life.

What I want to happen: Chris blames Barb's death on trolls and becomes Batman in order to take his revenge upon them.
 
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