This choice: While you're running away you both end up tripping • Go Back...Chapter #5While you're running away you both end up t... by: crossblade   You were already nervous enough when some weird clown woman walked into your house all of a sudden… but even your idea of the ‘worst case scenario’ wasn’t as bad as THIS! This was like something straight out of a horror movie! You could hear the chicken’s warm breath against the back of your head, and you knew it was only a hair’s breadth behind you, cackling and chirping like some crazed beast! You had no idea how this sort of thing was possible… it violated everything you thought you knew about reality… but you could ponder THAT once you weren’t at risk of becoming bird food!
Your little brother stuck right by your side as you sprinted towards the stairs, hoping that the massive chicken would have a difficult time navigating them… and indeed, it did, ending up clucking angrily as it was stuck at the bottom of the stairs. What you forgot to account for was that one of the stairs was half an inch higher than it should be! This is something your dad promised to fix, but never got around to. It’d been a pain in your behind for months… but now, it was potentially lethal, as both you and Dave both simultaneously stub your toes on the stairs in your panicked rushing, and end up faceplanting!
Stunned, the two of you end up rolling and sliding down the carpeted staircase… and with a smug smirk, the chicken leans down and slides open its massive beak, its mouth waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs! You both let out panicked screams as you try to grab onto the railings… but it’s no use! All you can hear is Jenny’s uproarious laughter as you both fall right into the massive chicken’s mouth! Triumphantly, the bird rears back, two pairs of kicking legs hanging from its maw!
You were both crying out in panic, thinking that the chicken was going to chew you up with its massive, powerful beak… but the reality was almost scarier! Instead of chewing you, it just brought you deeper into its maw… and your heads ended up slipping into its cavernous throat! Your panic reached its peak when you realized the massive avian wa going to SWALLOW YOU WHOLE! “Mm… this is the most scrumptious fear I’ve had all month! Sure am glad I took this job!” You could faintly hear that sadistic clown giggling.
You never particularly liked the smell of chickens, but the stink within its beak was the worst of all, especially as you’re covered in its saliva as it prepares to gulp you down. Jenny gluts herself on your terror as the chicken takes another gulp, its throat pulling you in up to your chests, as your knees start to enter its beak. It waves your legs around playfully, savoring its meals… before, with one last gulp, your feet disappear into its beak completely, as you’re sealed entirely within the grossness and warmth of its body!
Its throat squeezes painfully tightly around the two of you as you’re reduced to a massive bulge, travelling down its long neck. Eventually, you’re deposited into its big, roomy stomach completely, as the chicken let's out a satisfied cluck. “Have fun in there, boys!” She smiles, poking the chicken’s big, swaying, feathery gut as she feeds on the terror of the boys within. You were both kicking and pounding against the walls, crying out in terror, believing you were about to be slowly digested!
… but wait. As you slowly tuckered yourselves out, you began to notice something. There wasn’t any acid in here! After thinking about this whole situation for a moment, you finally put two and two together. “Dave! Dave! Wait!” You grab him by the shoulders, preventing him from struggling for a moment. “We’re not actually digesting! See? It’s safe in here!” He pauses, looking around, and although he was still shaken up, he seems to calm down a bit when he realizes there indeed wasn’t any acid gurgling away at you. “If we wanna defeat that clown… we just have to not be afraid!”
“W-what do you mean?” He asks, confused.
“I think she’s feeding off our fear somehow!” You say, judging based on the weird things the clown has been saying. “So… whatever she does… we just have to not be afraid!” He looks at you, a disoriented expression on his face as your words sink in. When they do, the clown claps, shaking her head.
“Welp… looks like you figured me out!” She chuckled a bit. “See, this is why I don’t tend to babysit older kids! They figure the whole thing out too quickly!” She crosses her arms as she leans against the chicken’s big, round gut. “Jojo, let ‘em out!” She snaps her fingers, and immediately, you’re roughly pulled back up the chicken’s gullet, groaning as its throat squeezes you again. Before you know it, you’re dropped back onto the ground, covered in saliva… and when you look behind you, you see that Jojo is just a regular rubber chicken again.
You’re both relieved to have survived your trip to an avian’s gut… but you quiet down when the clown looms over you. “Still, I’d hate to end the fun so soon!” She smiled warmly, before announcing the next step of her plans...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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