Rice Krispie Squares Government Cover-Up Short Story

Alright everyone, I just wrote some weird story for some sort of writing battle thingy, here it is:

Spoiler: The Story

"Mom! I'm going to pick up some snacks!" Francis screamed out at the top of his lungs as he walked out the door. "Don't forget the laundry detergent!" His mother responded from up the stairs. "Aw come on ma, I don't have enough money for both! Whaddya think, I'm some sort of pansey?" Francis retorted. “Fine, but you’ll have to pick some up for me later!” The mother replied. “I can’t ever have fun. It’s always ‘Get me teh laundry detergent!’, ‘Pick your socks off the floor!’. Man, she should just take care of things on her own.” Francis grumbled. Francis made a 20 minute stomp to the local Walmart, complaining about his mom not doing things herself. Francis walked through the aisles of the mart, until he found his target. The Snacks Aisle. Oh boy, was he excited. With his savings, he purchased the one thing that caught his eye. A discounted box of 24 rice krispie squares. He made a beeline for the cash to check it out as quickly as possible, but the customers in front of him we’re agonizingly slow. “Could you maybe, I dunno, STOP WHINING ABOUT THE 20 CENT DIFFERENCE? IT’S SO POINTLESS AND YOU'RE FREAKING HOLDING UP THE LINE!” Francis yelled at the customer in front of him. It was so slow that the mere thought of the rice krispie squares became tantalizing to his mind’s eye, or rather, mind’s taste buds. Soon he was on his way home. However, the wait was so unbearable that he HAD to sneak a bite of just one of the squares. But when he bit into it, he felt very strange. He collapsed on the street a ways away from his. The next thing he could see was a gray, prison-like chamber. It had the musty smell of week-old half-eaten bologna sandwiches and the pungent aroma of the rice krispie squares he thought would be sweet, but were more sour than he was led on. Just as he was stirring, a person, presumably male, in gray surgeon clothing entered the room. “Do not worry my good sir. I am not here to harm you. I am merely collecting the results on your exposure to the dynamitrophin that was implanted in select boxes of rice krispie squares. It seems your body is rejecting it, and in such a violent way.” The grey-clad surgeon spoke reassuringly. “WHERE THE FRICK AM I, YOU PIECE OF CRAP?” exclaimed Francis. “Calm down Kid! You’ve been placed in this government facility so we can monitor the process of this dangerous chemical we’ve been brainstorming. It REALLY doesn’t take a liking to you. Unfortunately, it seems you may not survive it, but this whole incident will be covered up. Your parents won’t even remember you. NOBODY will remember you.” The grey-dressed man threatened. “NO! LET ME GO YOU IDIOT! LET ME GO! I WILL PUNCH YOU SO HARD IF YOU WON’T LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME GO! LET ME Go. Let me go. Let me go.”

 

Francis walks to Walmart and finds his..."target"









I apologize for my horrible puns

 

I find this post offensive, because my country lost Target

 

Oh? I did not mean to make you internally oppressed.