The Life-Threatening Popcorn

[Part 1] Popcorn Tastes Better When Forgotten

"No no no no."

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway.

"I can't believe this is happening..."

A silhouette of something truly bizarre suddenly appeared before me as my worldview slowly crumbled apart.

"No no nonono what is going on?!"

But it was too late. Pinned against a locked door - a door that was supposed to lead me out of this hellhole - I shivered in fear. I could only watch.

Watch as the LIFE-THREATENING POPCORN readied its held kitchen knife, ready to make me pay for my sins.

This popcorn madness didn't start here. Let's back the tape little.

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"This is it...."

Though alone in my kitchen, I cried out words of joy as if someone would actually hear them.

"This is it this is it THIS IS IT!!!!"

My name is Kitcha and I am the protagonist of this peculiar story. You may wonder what the sudden burst of exaltation means, and the answer is simple: I had finally gotten home after a long day of errands and plans, now standing in my kitchen... staring at a certain blue bag.

A wicked smile embodied itself on my otherwise tired face. This was by no means a normal bag. No.

This was a bag of hope.

I slowly reached for the bag as the mouth-watering anticipation started to overwhelm me. That's right. This bag of hope was nothing less than a bag. Filled. With. Potato. Crisps.

Not able to pace my movements anymore, I hurriedly grabbed the top of the bag, ready to rip it-

...open?

Open?! My eyes could not believe what they saw. The bag of crisps was already opened and empty?!

...

Oh how cold this cruel world suddenly felt. The very ground beneath me started shaking as I panickly recalled my memories. And then it struck my like lightning: Two days ago I had woken up in the middle of the night, craving a snack. And so it made sense why this bag is now empty...

"Ridiculous!" I yelled as shame swallowed my whole body. I wasn't even close at craving them as much as I do now.

Demoralized and defeated, I was ready to leave the kitchen, when I suddenly saw it.

A bag of popcorn.

I slowly sighed as I grabbed the popcorn, and I once again started speaking out loud:

"Meh. Popcorn are kinda overrated, but beggars can't be choosers I guess."

Without an ounce of motivation left in my body, I carelessly put the bag of popcorn inside my microwave, nimbly setting the timer to 4 minutes. Just as I pressed start, a sudden sound alarmed me; my cellphone was ringing from another room. Curiosity took the better of me as I left the kitchen, but little did I realize...

You must never leave the microwave whilst popcorn are popping inside

And I could yet not feel it. The LIFE-THREATENING AURA filling this whole house.

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To be continued...