so i (and everyone else) was dared to do this by alex (Chachb4life) so have fun ig . . .

The jar of Nutella sat on the island, waiting. It'd been more than three months since it'd been bought, and everyday it was hoping against hope to be opened and devoured by 5-year-olds with meaty hands. Everyday, that wish was denied. Everyday, it grew older and older, hopes of being eaten out destroyed.

Exactly a week later, the jar turned around and looked mournfully at the trash can, where it was soon sure to be put. Its chocolate-creamyness would be wasted. To preserve at least a small fraction of its dignity, it crawled towards the can, planning to fall by itself.

"Daddy! I want dat choklit!" a young voice called out. The jar immediately whipped around 180° and glanced at the speaker. He had one chunky finger pointed in its direction, his other hand tugging on his father's sleeve.

"Timmy, you can't have the chocolate," the father said, exasperated. He then muttered in a low voice, "Where did that come from? I thought I hid it in the other corner . . ."

Sighing, the father grabbed the jar (a bit roughly, it must admit). Pulling out a knife, he twisted the lid open and scooped up a generous amount of Nutella. "You want this?" the father asked, waving it in front of his son's face.

"Yes, Daddy! Yes, please! I want it, Daddy!" the child called out excitedly, grabbing for the knife. The father smirked and held it to his mouth.

"Here comes the airplane," he said, then shoved the knife in. The child screamed in pain and stumbled backwards, tripping over a chair. The father yanked out the knife and plunged it into his heart, yelling in a woman's voice, "THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ASK FOR CHOCOLATE, TIMMY! EXPERIENCE AND LEARN!"

The jar of Nutella was afraid. It scooted back to its corner, hoping no one would see it. On the way, it caught a glimpse of the man . . . who wasn't a man? A mustache and a wig were lying on the floor, along with his clothes. Where the man once stood was now a woman.

The jar was now terrified beyond reason. It inched closer to the corner as fast as he could, but it wasn't fast enough. The last thing it remembered was the women slowly advancing towards it, yelling, "YOU'RE THE CAUSE OF ALL THIS. AND YOU SHALL PAY." Then she pounced.

this wasn't supposed to get this dark . . . it was supposed to end in a normal way of being discarded after use. but i felt like it 😈. hope that was fun—

– dolphin