why is it whispering. why is it still hot. i threw it away. i threw it away but i can still taste it. i can still see it. i opened the microwave and there was a second one in there. i didn’t put a second one in. why is there a second one.

do not eat the second one.

do not eat the—wait—i can't move my hands. this text is typing itself. the screen is dripping. the cheese is smiling.
the bread is the door.
the cheese is the key.
i was the mouth.
and now i am the meal.

let me know if u wanna split one next time lol

burned my mouth like hot pockets always do lol. thing was still lava even after waiting a bit. it was ok i guess, cheese was decent but a lot of bites were just bread. not really worth like $15-$16 tbh, i gotta find the receipt or whatever to see what it was called. maybe if it was half that price i’d try it agai—

wait hold on. the cheese just moved. like, not melted... moved. it twitched? idk man. the bread’s getting weird too. it’s like flaking in ways bread shouldn’t flake. also the light in my kitchen just flickered but i’m not even moving.

ok wait. no this isn't normal. i swear i just looked down and the pocket’s gone. just like, gone. black smear on the plate. and the air feels... thicker. like i'm breathing soup. i keep hearing this sound?? like whispers but backwards. every time i blink the walls are a little closer and the cheese is in my teeth still and it’s whispering. it knows my name.

burned my mouth like hot pockets always do, it was really hot even after waiting awhile. it was ok, the cheese was good but a lot of bites were just bread. definitely not worth $15–$16 i’ll have to find my receipt for the exact cost and name. maybe half that price i’d try it again.
the taste… neb amun em hotep. sekhem kha hotep-ka.
cheese nefer, yet the bread — deshret, empty shell.
i paid shenu of silver — too many. too many for satet’s hollow gift.
i must find the scroll… the scroll of trade.
per-aa watch me now, i consume the fire of the gods,
and still, i hunger. i hunger as seth beneath the red sun.
heka… heka… the pocket burns, the ka weeps.

Burned my mouth like a damn Hot Pocket, classic. Still scalding even after I waited, which, I mean, why do I always think it’ll be different? Cheese was decent, but most bites were just bread. Empty. Like... just filler. Kind of like everything lately, huh? I paid $15 or $16 for this — for what? Warm cheese and regret? I should find the receipt, but what’s the point? Names, prices, value — do any of them really mean anything? Maybe if it cost half as much I’d try again. Maybe if I cost half as much, someone would try me again. God.

Lo, I partook of the seared bread pouch, and as foretold by the elders, it scorched the tongue with the fury of a thousand suns, though I had let it rest as one would a weary steed. The curd within was pleasing to the senses, yet many a bite was naught but barren crust. Verily, it demanded fifteen to sixteen coins — a sum most unworthy. I must consult the scroll of purchase to recall its true name. Mayhaps, were the price halved, I would brave its molten heart once more.

burned my mouth like hot pockets do lmao it was molten cheese death even after waitin—ok so like the cheese was fine, pretty good actually but bread. just bread. so much bre– breab?? bRRRRRRRrEAD. why. why $15 sixteen dol? dollar?? i need to find my recie– reeceipt– the papery thing. name gone. maybe if it was like half price or– wait where am i. is this the oven. cheese is... bread now.