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Five Doritos Chips at Chili's

Sweirde stumbles through a very heavy snowstorm. Her light build is thrown back and forth on the sidewalk. She looks in front of her just to see a swirl of grays and whites ahead of her. She continues walking. She has focused so hard on the task of walking, staying warm, and staying upright she has forgotten the purpose of her walk. Kira gets hit with a gust of wind from behind her, that sends her to the ground. Sweirde catches herself by breaking the fall with her arms. Her vision catches a comforting yellow light from in front of her. Kira looks up to catch a glimpse of a red and green neon sign looming above her. Sweirde quickly rises to her feet in rebellion of what her body is saying. She fights the wind and runs into the Chili's front doors. She frantically opens them and falls inside.

Sweirde rises to her feet as she gets a shock of warmth. Her vision blurs with the sensory overload. Kira blinks for a few times to discover that there are no other guests present. Her head swings down and to the left to see a host behind a counter. You felt like an abstract painting for a minute.

"Hello and welcome to chili's! Would you like to have a seat?" The young host says with a small grin full of yellow teeth. Sweirde nods. "Thank you for joining us tonight then!" The host says.

The host leads kira to her seat and lays a menu in the center of the table. Kira takes her coat and jacket off, and ties the jacket around her waist. She sits down in the booth putting the coat to the left of her. Kira picks up the menu and opens it to observe the options. When she looks at the example photos the colours start to blur and swirl into a Van Gogh painting. Sweirde reads the menu options and decides on nacho chips, and a burger. She calls over the host, who seems to be a little off. His hat has been turned 80° and his shirt buttons have been buttoned improperly. Sweirde orders what she wants and the host walks off with the menu, and leaving a water for her. Sweirde looks at the water for a moment then starts hearing three bass notes repeated. The notes keep repeating and repeating with no physical source. Its nearly hypnotizing. Sweirde looks at the glass of water and stares. The distorted wood grain reflection in the glass and bass notes make her nearly fall asleep. Kira hears distant mumbles then gets a forced jolt.

Sweirde looks over at the newly appeared host carrying food. "Ma'am are you doing okay? You look sickly." He says putting the food on the table. Kira says shes fine with a reassuring smile. She notices the host has grown longer hair and a grey beard. Sweirde nods then turns to face the ocean of food before her.

Sweirde picks up a nacho chip, dips it into the lake of orange and yellow cheese swirls. She scoops the swirls with the chip, having the natural flow of the lake be broken and scrambled. Sweirde lifts it up to her mouth but the chip melts in her hands and drips all over the table.

Kira grabs another chip and scoops up more yellow swirls, having the natural order be broken even further. She quickly puts the new chip into her mouth. She eats it before it melts. When the chip melts inside of her, kira gets a massive stomach ache.

Sweirde experiences convusions until she kicks back up the piece of styrofoam she ate. Sweirde takes a sip of the water she was brought, and it turns into slush once it hits her mouth. Kira chews up the ice slush then looks at the burger she ordered. She picks it up, feeling the grease run down her hands. She takes a bite of the burger and its not repugnant. Sbe closes her eyes in a sigh of relief.

Sweirde opens her eyes to see a man sitting across from her in the same booth. She looks around to see that they are in a vlack void, while the table and chairs are still well lit.

"Hello kira. My name is _#§μθΩ¥¿. You seem to have no clue where you are right? No need to answer. To my point," The man gets up as the table and other side of the booth dissapear, "You dont belong here kira. You ended up in the wrong dimension. This is a mercy, Sweirde." The man pulls out a glock and aims it at her.

Sweirde puts her arms up and begs for life. "Dont bother. The dimension was hell anyways. Splatoon never released there." The man pulls the trigger and a flash of white light goes off and a loud bang renders you and her deaf