The Chicken Nugget – Scary Story

Late one evening, Jason sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, the glow of his TV casting flickering shadows on the walls.
He had ordered his usual from the fast-food place down the street—fries, soda, and, of course, chicken nuggets.
The box of nuggets arrived warm, filling the room with the smell of crispy fried food.

But something felt off.

As Jason opened the box, he noticed that one nugget was much larger than the others, oddly shaped, almost too perfect.
It was unnervingly round, with a smooth surface and a subtle shine. It didn’t look like a normal nugget—it looked almost…alive.

Hungry and dismissive of his unease, Jason shrugged and bit into the oversized nugget.
The moment his teeth sank in, a sharp pain shot through his mouth, like biting into something tough and unyielding.
He pulled the nugget away and stared at it in horror.

It was bleeding.

Thick, dark red blood oozed out of the bite mark, staining his fingers and dripping onto the table.
His stomach churned. “What the—”

Then, it moved.

Jason froze as the nugget wiggled on its own, the fleshy inside pulsing.
The skin seemed to tighten, contracting as if the nugget was trying to repair the bite mark. His pulse quickened.
Before he could react, the nugget fell off the table, hitting the floor with a soft thud.

It didn’t stay still.

The nugget began to crawl across the floor, small tendrils emerging from its surface like grotesque little legs.
It skittered toward Jason with a terrible speed, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. He jumped back, knocking over his chair, but the nugget was relentless.

It leaped.

With a wet smack, the nugget latched onto Jason’s leg, its tendrils wrapping tightly around his skin.
He screamed and tried to shake it off, but the nugget’s grip was impossibly strong. As he struggled, he felt a sharp pain—like needles—piercing into his flesh.

The nugget was feeding.

Jason’s vision blurred as a searing pain spread through his leg, up to his chest, and into his head.
His screams faded, replaced by a deep, sickening silence as his limbs grew numb.

The last thing he saw before everything went dark was the nugget—no longer a simple snack, but a hungry, pulsing mass—slowly creeping toward his face.

When the neighbors found him the next morning, Jason was gone. All that was left was a blood-stained table and a single, untouched chicken nugget.

It looked perfectly normal.