This choice: gets eaten by Emily, cora, sally , beth hayleigh, • Go Back...Chapter #5A dip in the deep dip by: We Smile   As soon as the giant potato slices began cutting through the boggy surface of the chip dip, you did your best efforts to waddle trough the same substance. This proves to be more challenging than it should though, thanks to the chill cold.
Not only does it exerts you the need for a thermal wetsuit, it makes the dip so thick and pasty you might as well be paddling molasses. Repeatedly you fall while trying to get anywhere that doesn't scooped up by the incoming chips (which would be 'nowhere' in your vicinity), often with nothing but the thick consistence of the dip stumping your movement, along with the odd crumb every now and then:
While you fumble your moves and splash around in the dip, the women around you keep their chit chat and stuffing their mouths, some at the same time; not bothering to check their dip source for any unlucky party mini-guest. Sally especially, since she just keeps grabbing more and more chips and impaling them on the cream, only to retract them back into her blabbering mouth; repeating the process every few words after gulping the last.
After 17.3 seconds of wandering, one particular scoop got dangerously close to you, as in 'where did that came from?!' close. Since you were too busy trying to stop falling on your face (and barely achieving that), you didn't pay attention to the scooping chips around you. After surfacing for the nineteenth time in true swamp monster fashion (covered all over in muck), you felt an unseen force pushing you forward (and tumbling you down once again in the process); pulling you towards points unknown, most likely deadly in nature.
Even though knowing that following this you should feel a lift carrying you towards a mouth, the force becomes weaker before that can happen, ending in a cease of movement and with you slightly buried beneath the dip. Getting accustomed to moving in the dip, you surface to see that you're beside a small hill of white sitting at the bottom of a giant broken chip; the upper half entering the talking and oblivious Sally's mouth, who expresses concern in the certain lack of seasoning on her last chip and looks down back to the dip.
In the brief moment that your mom looks at your location, you lift your arms and shout in hopes of alarming the woman who almost made you an appetizer, before she decides to correct that situation. Your luck seems to end there however, as you tried to gain some ground to make yourself more noticeable by 'jumping', or at least simulating to. Since you didn't have something solid beneath your feet, this caused you to sink in the dip instead; and immediately you cease trying to get mom's attention and focus in not drowning instead.
While you succeed in not sinking beyond your chest, you still are partially immobilized in white mud and unnoticed by the snacking titans above you; your mother no longer looking over you, her picky fingers approaching your position instead.
At first glance, it seems that she's just going to pick up the broken part of the chip, so you try to get away from it. Luckily for you, your sluggish movement saved you from being dunked into the dip as Sally's finger slammed in front of you. Still, the shock from her crashing finger made you sink a bit more, now being at neck level in the dip.
As this happened, Sally's towering finger pulled back towards the chip, dragging dip and son alike, to grab the missing part of her snack. You were stuck to her incoming finger as it clutched the broken chip, sticking in the lower end once she grabbed it. While you were still on the plate, this was a bad thing, as it meant you were under the surface with only cream to breathe.
Once Sally lifted the chip however, you were relieved to find that you were hanging upside-down from the glob of dip she picked, with your chest and up sticking out of it, giving you some air and a new view of...
The plate... getting farther... your mom's legs... increasing vertigo... this can't be good.
Quickly, you try to wedge yourself out of the glob of dip your mom is lifting. Any landing spot sounds more favorable than waiting to be devoured if you stay, so you keep trying as the plate you were on keeps getting farther, with the voices of mom's friends get louder.
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