House

chapter 3: nightmares begin

the dorito pops up in your head, and you can't stop thinking about Ranch's words.

"you're stuck now."

it buzzes your ears as you fall out of bed,

"Ranch? are you in here?"

you ask, and a muscular yellow dorito walks in.

"have you spotted Nacho?"

he asks.

"no, a-am I really stuck here?"

you rub your head as you bonk your head on the bed.

"nobody has attempted walking through the sewers, at least, nobody has lived long enough in those deadly sewers to tell about their escape."

Ranch tells you, you look at your feet.

"you mean? kids have been in here before?"

Ranch nods slowly, bits of his seasoning shedding from his crispy outsides as he trembles,

"yes, they have all to much, they come for their lost balls, but the truth is, their balls get destroyed in this house."

you blink, was it worth it looking for your ball? you now know your fate? will you ever get out?

Ranch's blue eyes gleamed and he narrowed them.

"is there anything to eat in here?"

you ask,

"there's some stuff in the kitchen."

you hear your belly growl as you smell fresh tacos, then you stop.

"is this a trap? have you've done this before?"

Ranch shakes his head,

"I usually just feed off myself, but don't worry, it grows back."

you lick your lips as the scent draws nearer.

"keep watch for Nacho!"

Ranch warns from behind, but you ignore him as you go into the only light in the house, the kitchen.

On the table is a bag of taco doritoes,

"uh, Ranch, is it fine if I eat these doritoes?"

you ask,

"if they're not ranch, then it's fine."

Ranch calls.

You draw nearer and nearer and reach your hand in the bag and pick one up, you pop it in you're mouth and chew it.

"WHO'S IN MY KITCHEN?!?!"

you back away and spit it out, then you run away.

"it's Nacho, run!"

Ranch whispers, grabbing you by your arm hard.

You and him run into a room and shut the door and lock it, Ranch signals with his arm to follow him and you do as he says.

Will this madness ever stop?