The SCP Experience - Choco-Wonder Explosion Marshmallow Bites!™ by Dr. Wondertainment | SCP-2983

Episode Date: August 23, 2024

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but it was the reality of someone whose stocking shift ended just minutes before the daily calendar flip. Can I get cereal? His nephew Alex stared at the wall of obnoxious blues, yellows and reds that made up the rows of boxes that lined the off-white metal shelves. Ralph leaned forward on his card handle and rubbed his face with one hand. Really? I don't care what you pick. he said. All he wanted was to go to bed. The kid could have picked up a five-pound bag of pure

granulated sugar and Ralph would have let him have it. Alex pursed his lips and tapped his chin. Ralph tried not to rush him, but the clock was ticking on how much sleep he would be able to get before his next shift. His nephew finally grabbed a bright yellow box and hurled it into the basket. It landed on its back and the mascot on the front. front stared right up at Ralph, with big, puffy blue letters that read, Judy's Chaco Wonder explosion marshmallow bites! The woman on the front was a lot creepier than Ralph remembered. But maybe it was something to do with a recent redesign.

She had wild blue hair and a large red tongue that was unusually long and flat. It snaked around the drawing of a cereal bowl as if she was going to drag the whole thing into her wide, gaping mouth. Her eyes were rolled up towards the last. letters, where the six unique marshmallow shapes that the brand boasted were floating on little white sparkling clouds. Ralph shook his head and looked over at Alex, who shrugged. Everyone in school says it's really good, Alex said, shoving his hands down into his pockets. I bet they do. Ralph continued to push the cart. What is in that stuff? Besides sugar.

Everything. I read the label, Alex said, ticking the ingredient. off on his fingers as he walked. Omega-3, vitamin B. Those things aren't in cereals, Ralph interrupted. Alex huffed. You asked, he said. For a 12-year-old, he was already pretty sassy. He reminded Ralph a lot of his sister,

which made his chest ache just to think about. He hoped she was doing well in prison, enjoying her nine-year sentence. She didn't have to worry about school bus schedules or packed lunches, or 12-hour shifts with barely any breaks. Sure, she was probably straining her coffee through a sock and chewing her fingernails off with boredom,

and she was missing her own kid growing up, but she probably at least had a set bedtime. By the time they reached the checkout, Ralph had finished his internal monologue of complaints and started piling their sad handful of groceries onto the self-checkout counter. He whipped out his government card because even though he worked two jobs,

he still did not make enough to feed both mouths, especially not at $6.95 a pop for a single box of cereal. Jesus Christ. Healthy fats can help your heart. Calcium can build strong bones. Stronger teeth to munch and crunch. Vitamin D3 will keep you thin. Let's talk about heart disease.

The cacophony of voices that sounded like they were Coming from some sort of wacky Looney Tunes special, dragged Ralph unwillingly out of his sleep. He grabbed his flat pillow out from underneath his head and pushed it down over his face, hoping the sudden shift back into darkness would be enough to give him a few more winks. No such luck.

He rolled over onto his side and picked up his phone to glance at it. 7 a.m. Shit. He had 15 minutes to get Alex out the door. and onto the bus. Ralph rolled out of bed. His feet hit the floor at a weird angle,

and a thread of pain shot up to his knee. He ground his teeth and stumbled out towards the kitchen. The apartment was small, so it wasn't far. Alex was already sitting at the table with a mostly empty bowl and a mouthful of the obnoxious colored marshmallow charms. Ralph couldn't help but wonder how much food dye had been dumped into those things. Alex, he muttered, trying not to sound angry, although he knew he sounded irritable at least. What have I told you about watching TV before school?

I wasn't. Alex shot back. He stirred his spoon around the sides of the bowl, and the metal against ceramic made an obnoxious scraping sound that was like nails on a chalkboard. Really? Are you sure? Ralph walked over and grabbed the box of cereal. So those three or four different singing voices I heard were all coming from you? Alex opened his mouth and then shut it. He didn't seem to have a retort.

He looked down into his bowl and stirred his spoon around the sides again. At this point, he was just sloshing milk. Ralph took a deep breath. Look, he said, we've talked about this, about doing what you know you're not supposed to do and then lying about it. I'm not lying. Alex protested. Okay, Ralph said.

Listen, the bus is going to come. We'll talk about this after school. You never believe me, Alex said, throwing his spoon down into the ball. And you wouldn't believe me even if I did tell you the truth. You're making this into a big deal, and it doesn't have to be, Ralph said. But we will talk about it when you get home, because right now you only have ten minutes. I'm ready. Alex reached it down.

grabbed his backpack, which he had apparently wedged between his feet where he sat. He stood up and shouldered it glumly, shooting Ralph a pouty look. I love you, Ralph said. I'll see you when you get back. Love you, too. Alex muttered, barely audible, puffing and puffing as he walked out the door. Ralph watched him go. The door did not shut all the way because the weather strip at the bottom was peeling off

and dragged across the linoleum whenever they opened or closed it. Ralph waited to make sure his nephew had disappeared down the metal staircase before going up to the door and slamming it shut, giving it a kick for good measure, and then bolting it. He still had the cereal box in his hand. Ralph peered into its depths and shook it, watching the marshmallows and pale pieces of cereal tumble around and bounce off the sides of the plastic bag

that bind the cardboard. The marshmallows were so bright they were almost neon. Ralph frowned and tilted the box towards his face, shaking it to get a few of the pieces closer to the entrance before sticking his hand inside.

He pinched up some of the cereal and tilted his head back to drop it in his mouth. The consistency of the marshmallows was somehow both crunchy and gooey, a combination that he wasn't sure he liked. But which, which Between that and the cereal, he really couldn't taste the difference. It was like eating unsweetened oatmeal, which, he guessed, wasn't really the worst outcome for a balanced breakfast.

He was just surprised, if anything, that Alex even liked it, or that any kid would. His mouth felt dry after he swallowed. Ralph swept his tongue over the insides of his cheeks and closed the box up. He set it back down on the table as he went back to bed. Healthy fats can help your heart, which keeps you young and keeps you smart. Heart healthy, you super great, keeping you at the right way. That stupid song was incorporating itself into Ralph's dream. He was still half asleep when he slammed his hand down on top of his phone

and dragged it across the bedside table. 10 p.m. Why the hell was Alex watching TV at Tenorclock? clock at night. The first Friday night in almost four weeks where he didn't have to work, and Alex couldn't be playing on his phone in his room like a normal kid. Alex! Ralph shouted from the bedroom. He couldn't even bring himself to stand up. His head head was so heavy it felt like lead. Sleep deprivation was a torture tactic in most countries. The bedroom door opened, but Alex poked his head in. His hair stuck out in different directions,

he was wearing his pajamas. Alex, don't watch TV right now, all right? Ralph groaned. I'm not, Alex said. I just wanted a snack. Fucking... Ralph pushed his face into his pillow. He didn't have the capacity to deal with this right now.

Okay, whatever. Just go back to your room. I'm going. Alex said quietly. He stepped back and pulled the door closed. Ralph heard the floorboards creak and the door click. He didn't know why this kid was on a lying streak. It was something he was going to have to deal with eventually.

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It wasn't a big deal to him if he ate nothing but peanut butter crackers while waiting for his next paycheck to drop. But obviously, Alex needed something more nutritious than that. That's all I want, Alex said as he pointed to the cereal that was already in the cart. Ralph barely gave it a glance. You can't just eat cereal, he said. But it's really good for you, Alex argued. Be the ingredients and you'll see.

He wasn't in the mood. Ralph rolled his eyes and picked up the box, turning it around to look at the label. Omega-3s, calcium, magnesium, vitamin D3. What am I looking at? He turned the box around to look at the back. But they was just a maze with the crescent moon marshmallow waiting at the end. That's a lot of vitamins, I'll give you that.

I know it's not as sweet as I thought. But, again, you can't just eat cereal. He tossed the box back into the cart. Pick out some bologna or peanut butter, your choice. You have to take a sandwich to school. I don't like sandwiches. Alex shot back. I am tired of sandwiches.

Balloni isn't good for you. I am tired of your attitude. But you don't see me complaining about it. Go grab some peanut butter. Alex made a sound that was almost like a growl. and he stomped over towards the shelf. He grabbed the peanut butter and threw it into the cart so hard that it bounced off the basket. Excuse me?

The words had barely left Ralph's mouth before his nephew was stomping down the aisle and turning the corner, already halfway out of sight. One of the only good things about Ralph's stalking job was that he got to wear headphones. It made the time go by a lot faster when he could just stick on a playlist and focus on getting cans of tuna stacked up behind one another. It made it easier to avoid customers, too. They were less likely to approach him when he had the wireless silicone pieces wrapped around his ears.

Ralph turned around to grab a plastic-wrapped box of tuna cans from the metal dolly behind him. He poked his fingers through the plastic and ripped it open, which sent one of the cans flying. He swore under his breath and bent to pick it up. But the woman passing in front of him was faster. She bent down to pick up the can and held it out to him, saying something to him that he barely heard

because of the buds jammed down into his ears. Ralph muttered his thanks anyway and glanced up. He recognized the woman almost instantly. She was one of Alex's teachers. He had met her a few times during the many meetings he had attended at the school during the transfer of guardianship. She was only a few years older than her. him, and she looked exactly like he thought a middle school teacher ought to, always wearing

bright colors and a sweet smile. Except the look she was giving him now was a sour one, almost cartoonish in its expression of disgust. Her mouth was pulled all the way down, and her brow was deeply furrowed, popping up lines in her forehead that he never knew existed. She dropped the can prematurely, and it slipped right through his fingers, landing on the bottom of the metal dolly and gaining a vicious dent. Ralph wanted to swear again, but that look she was giving him kept him frozen. He had no idea what the problem was, but he wondered briefly

if it had something to do with Alex. Maybe he was lying at school too, or dishing out as much sass as he had been dealing out at home. This woman probably thought that Ralph was the source of all of his kids' issues. He tried to say something, but she shook her head and she shook her head and walked away. He watched her vanish down the aisle with the wheels on her cart, swiveling from side to side. Ralph got home from his afternoon shift, just in time to help Alex with his homework and serve dinner. Although dinner was a generous term at this point, and it just described whatever we have in the fridge that I can throw together. Ralph opened up the refrigerator and started opening up all the sticky crisper drawers to hopefully find something

that could be made edible. Alex, he called as he looked. Alex, we need to talk. The last CRISPR drawer had an unopened pack of baloney he bought an undetermined amount of time ago. Ralph frowned and pulled it out, turning it around to see all the juice collecting through the clear plastic window while the meat was already turning a suspicious color. What is it? Alex appeared. Ralph held up the baloney, hoping that would be enough of a question without him having to directly ask.

No thanks, Alex said. Ralph ripped the package open anyway. We need to eat it, he said. It smelled as suspicious as it looked, but that wasn't going to stop him from frying it up, smacking it between some bread slices and calling it dinner. I'll just have cereal, Alex told him. He was already walking towards the pantry. Ralph stepped in his way to intervene, still wrestling with the bologna slices. You can't live off.

off cereal, Ralph said. I'm going to stop buying it for you if... No! Ralph protested sharply. There was so much conviction in his voice that for a second, Ralph was taken aback. It is good for me! Alex sounded like he was about to cry. It's not that good for you, Ralph argued back.

What is going on? What ingredient did I miss on that list? Meth? It is good for my heart and for my weight, Alex said. I don't want my seat. stomach to get round and puffy. Your stomach is fine, Ralph said. Where are you getting this from?

One was the last time you ate something real. Serial is real food! Alex shouted back. What about the peanut butter we got? Ralph asked. I don't want your stupid peanut butter. Alex said. I eat cereal all the time, even at school.

And I'm doing fine. You told me I needed to start packing my own lunches so I did. now you're mad at me. I'm not mad at you. Ralph's head was spinning. All of a sudden, the look that his nephew's teacher had given him had made sense. Is that all you take to school? Have any of your teachers said anything?

Yeah, Miss Bridget said she called you, Alex grumbled. But you are always asleep or at work when she does. He shot past Ralph and nabbed the box of cereal from the pantry, scurrying back over to the table and sitting down hard in the seat. He looked at his uncle, silently daring him to do something, while he pulled his bowl across the table. Ralph took in a deep breath and let it go slowly. You can have cereal, he relented, and something else.

But it can't just be cereal for dinner. There had to be a better way to do things. When Alex went to bed, he was going to third. throw that shit out. He would have to swallow his pride and go to a food pantry for some real groceries. They couldn't keep living like this. It was actually a miracle that the social worker hadn't come by. Alex shot him a triumphant look,

and apparently that was enough for him to feel comfortable getting up from the table and going over to the fridge. He grabbed the milk and walked back over to his bowl, filling it almost to the brim with cereal first and then milk. Ralph dropped the suspicious bologna into a frying pan, keeping his back turned while he tried to focus on the task at hand. He was so tired and so worn out by everything. Maybe he had made a mistake when he agreed to take his sister's child in, but no one else in the family could have. That fucking song!

Ralph turned around, more annoyed by the baby, deep-free, you choice my turn. more annoyed by the song itself than by Alex's choice to turn on the TV in the middle of an argument. That stupid jingle had been haunting him for days, even weeks. It seemed like every time he was in a deep enough sleep to get some actual rest, it pulled him right out with those creepy voices that sounded like a strange chorus formed by both adults and children. Alex, turn that, he started to say. He did not even get out the rest of his words because the TV wasn't on.

Alex's phone wasn't even out. The marshmallows and Alex's bowl had swollen to the size of bathtub toys, and they were swimming around in his milk. A purple fish's tail swished from side to side, and his bass voice rumbled from a flapping confectionary mouth. A yellow crescent moon and an orange trumpet bobbed alongside it, while a white skull and a pink candy piece twirled around on the other side. There was another swirl in the milk,

a blue color, but Ralph could not see what it was. The fish ended its peace, and the crescent moon started singing. But by that time, Ralph had snapped out of whatever shock was keeping him rooted in place. He dove towards the table and swept his arm across the surface, smacking the bowl away from Alex and sending it flying across the kitchen. It hit a cabinet and exploded. Milk and bloated marshmallows flew everywhere. The marshmallows were not done.

They kept singing, except now they were sliding slowly across the linoleum, talking about hearts, bones, and waistlines. What is that? Ralph stomped through the milk, squashing marshmallows underneath his shoes frantically, like they were in infestation of bugs. What the hell is that? Alex, have you been eating that? Stop it! Alex screamed. Stop it! You don't know what you're doing! I don't know what I'm doing? Ralph screamed back. There was smoke forming above the pan behind him, and he turned around. He grabbed the pan and swept it off the burner,

just in time to see a purple fish marshmallow slide on a current of milk around his shoe. The fish looked up at him and opened its mouth, like it was smiling, or maybe about to start singing again. Ralph's heart raced and he stomped on the marshmallow. But his shoe slipped at the same time, and he fell forward. He managed to catch himself. But his hand landed on the burner, and pain shot up through his arm while the meat on his palm sizzled. Fuck!

Ralph screamed in pain. God damn it! He cradled his injured hand against his chest and swung around, grabbing the box of cereal from the table. He shook the box, and cereal went flying everywhere, raining down on the floor like glitter. He started crushing it underneath his shoes, stomping hard and grinding it underneath his souls. Fuck this cereal! Oh my God, my hand. I need to go to the urgent care.

He whimpered and pressed his hand closer to his chest. Oh my God, we need to talk. Alex was sobbing. He knelt down on the floor and tried to sweep up the cereal dust with his hands, tears pouring down his face. Why did you do that? He asked. It's supposed to keep me healthy.

We will talk. Ralph stumbled towards the front door, dazed like he was in a dream. We will talk when I get home. His hand hurt so badly. That was all he could think about. Alex was still sniffling behind him. Still trying to pour the dust back into the battered cereal box,

like that was going to fix anything. Ralph slammed the door shut behind him, shouting absent-mindedly at Alex to lock the door. Bien-neighed via Rai. Embarque and profite. Embarque and celebrate. Riggleay, Publié,

savouré, admire, and profite. Viharai, the voice that we love. The urgent care was closed, so Ralph had to go to the ER. It was almost nine hours before he got home,

and all they did was rubbed some burn ointment on it and wrap it up. He had to call out of work before they marked him as a no-call, no-show, healed. His thoughts raced through his skull at 400 miles a minute the entire drive home, and it was only until he got back to the apartment that he remembered how he had left Alex. Guilt churned in his stomach. Ralph unlocked the front door and gave it an extra show with his need to push it open. There was still serial carnage all over the floor, and already he could see cockroaches scavenging through the dust and broken pieces. He made a face and looked

around, checking every corner for his nephew. Alex? He called out. He checked Alex's room, but his nephew wasn't there. Panic started to set in as Ralph checked his room second and then the bathroom. The only other place Alex could be, unless he had left the house. The bathroom door was shut but not locked. The knob stuck, and Ralph had to jiggle it violently and shove against the door with his

shoulder to get it open. Alex was in the bathtub, slumped down near the yellowing bottom of the white plastic curtain. His face was pale, and the bottom half of his jaw was coated in dark blood. Ralph screamed, a sound far more agonized than he had made when he burned his hand. He went to the side of the tub, grabbing his nephew to try and feel if the kid even had a pulse. Alex! Ralph asked. Alex, can you hear me? He cradled his nephew's face in his hands and tried to wipe away some of the blood.

Alex's mouth was completely sewn shut. The stitches were messy, and the gore-coated needle was still jammed through the far-right corner, stuck. There was blood on Alex's hands, and even more of it was smeared along the bottom of the tub. His shirt was pulled up, and there were hunks missing from his stomach, like he had tried to cut away parts of it. All the flesh was missing, though. Ralph had no idea where it had gone.

Ralph started to sob. The tears obscured his vision, and he pulled his phone out from his pocket to dial 911. He kept wiping the blood away from Alex's face as he cried, intent on pulling out the stitches at least. Anything to feel like he was doing something. Ralph pulled out the needle and ripped the stitches out, one by one. 911, what is your emergency? The operator's voice came over the line. Ralph pulled the last stitch.

Alex's mouth fell open, and neon-colored marshmallows came tumbling out. SCP 2983 is a chocolate-flavored rice-based cereal, with dehydrated marshmallows named Judy's Chaco Wonder Explosion marshmallow bites, and labeled under the Doctor Wondertainment GOL 386 brand. The box of the product depicts a humanoid female with an unusually large tongue, outstretching her arms and looking up at an arc made of six unique marshmallow shapes. The nutritional information listed on the side of the box claims its contents possess high levels of nutrients not typically found in cereals, such as omega-3 and vitamin B, while possessing

low-calorie counts and low sugar, fat, and carbohydrates. This conflicts with the known nutritional value of the listed ingredients, such as eggs, sugar, chocolate, corn, syrup and cornstarch. When a quantity of milk exceeding 227 grams is poured into a bowl containing SCP 2983, the marshmallows will animate and vocalize. The marshmallows will sing a song typically regarding the importance of proper dental hygiene, exercise, and consuming a balanced diet before ceasing further anomalous behavior. Subjects under the age of 12 regularly claim SCP 2983 to be yummy.

and the best cereal ever. However, when consumed by subjects over the age of 12, SCP 2983 is reported to taste similar to unsweetened oatmeal. SCP 2983 manifests with no discernible pattern in supermarkets across Western Europe without traceable origin. SCP 2983 can also be purchased at Wondertainment's online store, Wondertainment. dot redacted, specifically under the URL, suites.wonderatainment. dot redacted slash chaco-dashwonder.