The G R I M A C E shake...

2

The boundary between reality and the unknown was thin, and the line between your deepest fears and the horrors that lurked in the shadows was beginning to blur with the destination of Mc Donalds.

Your body urged you to go inside.
And so you did.

...

The entrance ingulfed you with the warped yellow stained doors, falling into a wormhole of sorts.  It felt like forever with leaps and bounds along with the constant flashes of the ever changing menu.

BTS meal, the Travis Scott burger, SAWEETIE'S BRAND MEAL. You could see the future collabs and shocking deal brandings. It was nasty at how much it helped incomings

You got flipped in all certain ways going through a majority air pockets and senseless scumming to the grease holes openings that splashed and nastify the very threads of your clothes as you were thrown back and forth of the spongy bread-likeness tunnel.

It was before you fell into a gaping GAP of the tunnel. It was coated in the nuzzling odor that would curse you with a brain rotting headache (for the rest of this book). You fell ass up first on a red table that was coated in barfing wax and reagitated happy meals.... it wasn't a happy sight.

"Is that an adult?" a squeamish voice said in the background burping once after, with a slight gurgle rumbling against that throat monster voice box chamber, he did it in a way with the fanning dome fizzing coke that seemed to pour all over you despite the distance.  

"Is that my MOM?!" it screeched that out, feeling a sudden wetness at your dirty toes, accompanied by draining breaths. Your feet dogs were gripped as you heard the term 'little gripper' till that domain bitchslap expansion hit.

That sissling victory was followed up by, "Shut the fuck up Jimmy. That stupid monkey doesn't even know jujitsu. Is this the true rizzler, come in chat."

You could hear the bubbling children, like actually squandering under their skin were air pockets filled to the brim with liquid guzzle-guzzle juice of massive zits. It was as if a plentiful of several ant armies attacked their poor burnt skin, that resembled your grandma so much you forgot that she died from the bite of 87'.

The children all snapped their heads with a synchronized bone cracked that echoed, as Jimmy got up with his super-duper massive face zit. Jimmy started to expand and ketchup tears started to form, "I just want....my mom-"

"..again..." Jimmy said before exploding as you finally opened your eyes.
To gaze over the rest of the group, each individual child's form began to writhe and massacre what puppeteering life was left of Jimmy. The unnatural fervor made the air thick again. Your head was pounding, watching these fat children sweat and shrivel with pops of pus dropping to the floor.

Quite the traumatizing site, UNTIL ...
near an entrance, not of the same which you had entered.

A smallish bell could be heard fluttering aside with a pain-taking screech of a rusty door. 

A sing-songy voice grew with a loud yawn,
"Oh Sundae! are you ready to start the day today,
I've got to meet with mayor ham...burger." The voice stopped as a hand clawed you downwards, the person quickly covering your mouth tightly shushing you.

"Ah.... the parade of children, Sundae... my lovely dog..." 
You found the owner of that animated voice, in no way that hinted alarms.
It was a man, you saw as he got on his knees.

"Be a dear, and fetch me the head of one."
Gulping down your saliva, you shut your eyes hearing screams, cries, pounding sounds on the floor, the walls, and all over the room. You opened your eyes to see the dog 'Sundae' making the pre-charging stance having dead eyed eye contact.

It clawed out the child that was seemed to be the oldest of the bunch.
Leaving you choking on your breathy gasp, you covered your mouth as Sundae kept it's eyes on you. Raising it's head making grumbled noises, it's attention was brought back to the strange sick-man dressed in yellow & white stripes.