[ WP ] You are the manager of a nutella factory . One day you come across a talking hazelnut .

`` STAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'' 
 
 The scream came from the lower level of the factory. 
 
 `` Fuck off'' I said to myself. `` Nancy I'll have to call you back. One of the idiots in packaging must have found some glass again.'' I hung up the phone and in one motion pushed my computer chair to the window. 
 
 `` Staaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp!!!!'' 
 
 The scream was louder and more emphatic this time. 
 
 I yelled back. `` Jesus Christ would you relax! Hit the shut down if it's that important.'' 
 
 I slammed my office door shut and jogged down the stairs leading to the factory floor. Everyone was still working. I grabbed Jim, our floor manager, by the shoulder and asked him who's been screaming so much down here. 
 
 Jim raised an eyebrow. `` Screaming? Not anyone that I'm aware of sir.'' 
 
 `` STAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!'' 
 
 `` That screaming!'' I said, pointing towards the stairs to the lower level. `` Why did n't you do something the first two times! If some more glass made it into the nut line I'm gon na be pissed!'' 
 
 Jim continued to stare at me. `` Sir I honestly do n't hear a thing... you sure it was n't a tv or something?'' 
 
 I put my face directly in front of his and whispered. `` Are you fucking with me? It was loud enough to knock some of the bottles off our packing shelves. Shut the lines down. I'm tired of this shit.'' I turned around and marched do n't the lower level stairs. 
 
 `` STAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP'' The voice screamed again as I made my way to the bottom. I could hear fear in the voice this time. It startled me a bit and I could feel my palms begin to sweat as I turned the corner to view the level. 
 
 I stopped. There's no way what I'm looking at is real. I closed my eyes and took a deep breathe. I opened them. 
 
 Nancy, the very same Nancy that had been chatting on the phone with me, the same Nancy that I've been married to for 15 years, sat there alone on a crate, talking quietly to a sock puppet covered in hazelnut spread. 
 
 `` Nancy!... Nancy? What are you doing here...? Why are you talking to the puppet?'' 
 
 She ignored me. 
 
 `` Nancy let's go home. I'm not sure what you're doing here but I do n't really care. Let's just go home okay hun?'' 
 
 Again she ignored me. I moved closer and began to hear her ramblings more clearly. 
 
 `` You're so cute my little Nutelly. Mmmmm I could just eat you up.'' 
 
 I ran towards her and grabbed her arm, trying to get her to standup. Nancy fought back by clinging to the crate. 
 
 `` Nancy let's just go'' I pleaded. `` I'm worried about you.'' 
 
 She continued to mumble to herself. `` Nutelly, I know you do n't like it but I really want to taste you. Just one more bite?'' She began to move the puppet towards her lips, opening the puppets mouth to speak in the process. 
 
 `` STAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.'' It shrieked. 
 
 I took a step back. Those cries came directly from the puppet. Nancy's mouth did n't move. 
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 My heart began to beat faster and I became lightheaded. I took a step back and fell over a shipping box. The last thing I remember was my arm bracing my fall as my headed rushed towards the concrete. 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

