Chicken Nugget X Reader

Don't Log Onto School Tomorrow

A/N: Due to unforeseen events, chapters may come out more quickly. But the craft takes time. A wise man once said 

"If you don't play the craft, you don't get the shaft." 

It has nothing to do with what I said but I live by that sentiment 

Y/N POV

     Last night I had a horrible dream. I dreamt I was a woman, as I cleaned the house, made food, and continued to not be funny I felt a grossness in my chest. I had big honky chonkies and was not lacking thiccness in the posterior. I curved in all the most attractive ways it seemed. I decided to take a shower as a woman always has to look good for her master. I took off my apron, bra, and panties to reveal myself. I looked in the mirror to see a small red boil, or so I thought. Not being able to resist the temptation to pop it I squeezed it from two sides with both my thumbs. Instead of the puss I was expecting came out a daffodil colored worm covered in my blood. The worm didn't move, it was like a fleshy mass. The boil turned into a hole that I kept pushing on, the hole stretched and my skin tore it grew wider and more stiff fleshy worms came out. It was not the amount of worms that made the hole bigger, but it was the size of the worms as the first was the size of a babies finger, now they had as much girth as my big toe and were six inches long. The pain made me nauseous. My body started shrinking, I became starved looking, then it seemed as though my bones were worms too.  The worms slide out of my hole and I turned to no more than a pile of bloody skin with nasty stiff worms laying on the floor beside and on me. I lie on the floor, only my conscious and third person eyes were alive. The worms still sat on the floor as my skin suit rotted next to them. It seemed like weeks I was trapped just watching this scene. I would have preferred tentacles, at least those were hot sometimes. 

     I awoke in the morning and tried to process what had transpired. However, the more I thought the more the memories faded; only leaving those sick feelings and hopelessness. Chicken Nugget noticed my strange behavior.

     "Are you feeling aright? How can I help you?" He asked.

     "It's nothing, just a dream," I deflected. Chicken Nugget seemed deeply concerned.

     "Well alright, what happened?"

     "I can't remember really, I just know it was oddly terrifying."

     "Y/N, do you need anything? Maybe the curse on your pants is getting to you. Having pants that are constantly on fire might affect your mental health. Hell, you've burnt down sixty two gas stations."

     "I think I'll be okay, I've only lost eighty three different properties to fire from my pants. Thank  Bog the bed sheets are fire proof." Chicken Nugget and I hugged and kissed before chopping off a bunch of baby toes and prepubescent children's eyes for breakfast with some grape juice on top. What a nice moment.

     Her tendrils cracking the surface evil infected the lands. Her power growing and taking hold of the foolish and taking advantage of innocent. She twisted them to fit her desires and tossed them away when she was done with them. A one hundred year slumber had ended and she had risen from it stronger than ever before. 

A/N:  Wyoming doesn't exist