WARNING: If you get grossed out by any conventional means, don’t read this. It’s not pleasant.

“It’s hard to impress Me with chicken!”

Chains.

I’m covered in chains.

Waking up, The Contestant opened her eyes, realizing she wasn’t laying upon her floor, but instead a glowing-red buzzer, with her first sight being the red podium guard guarding the aforementioned buzzer and a rotting drumstick full of maggots and the feeling of rust on her wrists.

She shot up and backed away, pulling the clinking chain and frantically looking about her surroundings, trying to figure out where the hell she was.

She was standing in a dilapidated production building, with the only light illuminating her surroundings being the show stage and the red sky that pierced through the torn open roof. The walls to the audience were unknown due to all the walls being draped in shadows, making it impossible to tell if they were even there. Where the audience should be was instead a 100 meter tall stack of bleachers, all with different colors of chipping paint and all rusting, with some of the bleachers being completely covered in the oxygenated metal. Just in front of the bleachers and spot-lighted by the sky was a singular camera, with a immensely long cord that wrapped around and piled upon itself, before plugging into an unlocated outlet in the inky abyss that was the walls.

Now looking around at the stage, she saw two other contestants on either side of her. On her left was another person knocked out cold, sleeping in the same position as she was when she awoke. On her right was someone who presumably answered many questions before, with him being covered in flashcards with different symbols on them, before seemingly passing out from stress.

The Host was adorned in traditional clothing akin to a 70’s game show host, with the whole outfit coming off as slimy in the sparse light. Glancing at the grimy mic it was holding, The Contestant looked at what was holding it.

Its hands were similar to a humans, but with something just off about them.
Maybe it was the fingers,
Maybe the skin.
The bones.

But for whatever reason, they were deeply wrong, so wrong, that just looking at them felt like there was something pricking your eyes.

But the face…if that’s the right word, was scar-inducing.

Its oral orifice took up the majority of its visage, with it being lined with cankers, teeth, and oozing cysts. The skin was a sickly purple, veins bursting to the brink of its epidermis, making a strong throb every other second that passed, looking like it was constantly about to burst from its seams.

Its eyes were bloodshot and plentiful, surrounding its skull, all with a variety and quantity of pupils, with all of them scattering around, trying to take in every grimy picometer of the space around them. Its nose was flat upon its face, as if it had been battered into its skull.

Mechanically, as if it was more machine than organic, all of its eyes focused on the contestant. It started to speak, as though its larynx was nothing more than a malfunctioning toy voice box.

“Well, looks like the sleepy head finally awoke from their peaceful peaceful slumber upon my show stage. Is my buddy finally ready to answer my questions? Multiple questions, many questions, for all the adoring fans watching!”

It gestured to the bleachers, where the audience was supposed to be, all of which were, unsurprisingly, completely non-existent. It continued to just stare at the bleachers for about 40 seconds.

It stared.
Someone coughed.
A fly, with no one knowing how it got there, landed on its eye.
The Host didn’t flinch.
It turned back to the contestants, shooing the fly away.

“The audience is just clamoring for another episode of, say it with me now!…🕈︎♒︎⍓︎♎︎♓︎♎︎⍓︎ □︎◆︎⧫︎❒︎♋︎■︎⬧︎●︎♋︎⧫︎♏︎⧫︎♒︎♓︎⬧︎✍︎!!!” The Host made an unintelligible sound that was, due to context clues and general goings on, would be reasonably assumed to be the show title. After the Host uttered the name of the game show, a tumor emerged from under its suit, before bursting off and, after wiggling on the ground for a bit, grew two giant hands, an eye, and a tuft of hair, clapping to the announcement. It looked like it was melting under the pain of existing, but stayed firm in its clapping, before collapsing to the ground.

The Host patted the…thing…on its back(?) before chuckling, “Oh you, now lets get to the first question, shall we contestants?!” It made what appeared to be a smile, though the questionability of that still stands. From nowhere, three pipes shot through the bleachers, causing the pile to crumble, with multiple piles of dust getting blown in all directions, though most of it blew toward the stage, causing everyone (except the host and sleeping contestant) to go into a coughing fit.

After coughing and sneezing, the contestant looked at what emerged from the abyss: Three small screen, roughly 3 inches away, lined with centennial lights and attached to endless pipes which led back to the walls, with the pipes coming from all directions, rusting and curved, looking like if one broke, the whole structure would collapse upon itself. On the screens were three animals, a pig, cow, and chicken.

“Choices, choices. Which of these delicious feasts would be your choice?” Gesturing its hand toward the screen, The Host squealed with delight and disgust.

The Contestant stared, not knowing what to say. The Man to her right, finally realizing she is lucid, after waking up himself, started to point and make the mouth gesture of yelling, though no sound came out. The Contestant freaking out tried to say ‘what”, but, just like the man, no sound emerged from her orifice.

Meanwhile, The Host just stared at them, waiting for an answer, unflinching. The Contestant, realizing she was getting nowhere with the mute man waving his arms ‘no’, decided to answer. She clicked on the pig due to it being the closest screen to her.

Looking up, she realized there was a 10 foot diameter pipe end, which was starting the rumble. Hard.

As the rumble got louder and closer, a strong stench of rot and disease started to become ever present. As soon as The Contestant smelled this, her knees buckled and one fell to the ground, making her a little dizzy.

As she was trying to clear her head (by plugging her nose and closing her mouth), a loud thud slammed into the ground ahead of her. As soon as she realized what it was, she fell backward before continuing by scooting on her side away from…whatever monstrosity that was.

It was an obese writhing pig, with two different heads and squealing as much as it could. Its eyes were full of crust and were watering from the pain, while its face looked like one giant scab, the pain was associated with the infestation it was dealing with.

In its stomach and, due to the graphic detail, it shall be brief:

The stomach was infested with an amount of maggots and flies that would be unfeasible for a corpse of a god, let alone a living animal.

“Now the challenge for today, since you picked this adorable swine, iiiiiiiiiiissss…EAT IT.” The Host stared down The Contestant, not blinking nor averting its gaze. It pulled out a button, all while the hog squealed, and pressed it. Slowly, a pair of utensils, a fork and knife, slowly descended from the inky roof upon a stainless steel tray and attached to more pipes.

“NOW,” The Host demanded.

The Contestant stared at the suffering pig and looked back at the glaring Host. Was she going to have to devour this diseased-filled sack of flesh? What the hell is going on to think this is good show material?!? I can’t do this, I got to escape, I NEED to escape.

Swiftly, grabbed the tray and broke the rusting chains. The Man was weeping and pleading before collapsing into dead hen flesh. Even the stage was transforming into decaying beef. She jumped off it and ran toward the bleachers, all of which were disintegrating into detached eyes and teeth.
Running past the body parts, she ran into the abyss.

She ran.
And ran.
Walking.
Stop.
Looking up she saw the dark abyss.

The inky began to mold and contort.

She saw a face.

She passed out.

Come on, it’s just beginning.

……..“It’s hard to impress Me with chicken!”