A very spicy story

Hello, my name is Naga Viper and I live in a little town named Scoville. This is my story of how I went a little too far trying to make the world’s best pot of chili. That morning, I woke up. Surprising, I know. I went to the bathroom and grabbed my Dragon’s Breath flavored toothpaste and brushed my teeth, they were bleeding heavily. I probably should have used the Habanero flavored one, considering it was the morning. After that, I had a shower using my special Trinidad Scorpion shampoo I made by myself. I knew it was gonna be a very important day, the grand chili festival was tomorrow and I needed to get working on making that delicious hot goodness. As soon as I got out of the shower, I got dressed in my favorite Chipotle brand T-shirt and went to the kitchen. I was born ready to make this amazing goddamn chili. I went out to my garden and picked a few hot peppers. Nothing too bad, like Devil’s Tongue, Scotch Bonnet, Fatalii and Komodo Dragon. Pussy shit, I know. But I had a secret ingredient that would blow away the competition.
I ran back into my kitchen and prepared the ingredients. After that, I noticed I had gotten an email from my good friend Jones19. He had messaged me saying that a mysterious man with the self proclaimed name “Chile de Árbol” was gonna make the universe’s best chili! I was scared! I was so scared in fact, I vomited on the spot. To be fair, it may have been from me taking a nibble from my unripened Carolina Reaper plant in the garden. After cleaning up the mess I made, I threw all the ingredients of my chili into 7 pots. I knew I needed to spice up my creation further so I added my delectable Cayenne sauce and Jalapeño pepper, just for some extra flavor. I let it simmer for about 4 hours and 43 minutes. During that time, I read a few Creepypastas on the Creepypasta wiki before my computer burst into flames because of how shitty of a service Fandom is.
I came back to my scrumptious chili and caught a whiff of the smell, it was amazing… but not good enough. I had to think, what in the world could make this chili even better? I then had an epiphany. I had to add it… Dr. Burnörium’s Psycho Serum. I put on my hazmat suit and went to my super secure, extra large safe in my basement. I opened it and there he was, standing in the middle of my safe, was Dr. Burnörium. He held out a bottle of his Psycho Serum. Before I could reach for the bottle, he spoke with a gritty tone,
“Are you sure you want to do this?” 
I hesitated. Was this the right choice? What if the chili IS good enough to win the chili championship? If it IS good enough, could adding this concoction ruin my creation? I had made my decision. I took the bottle from his grasp and replied,
“I have to.”
After getting back to the kitchen, I placed one tablespoon of the serum into each pot equally. I immediately knew that I had made the worst mistake of my life. The pots started to rumble and explode one by one. After the smoke cleared, I saw it. It had been summoned. The Ghost Pepper! I began to scream as it filled the room with Fox Labs Pepper Spray fumes. I died there, killed by my own creation. I am now writing this in Hell. It’s full of nothing but capsaicin stalagmites and they’re about to start shoving it down my throat with a Jackhammer. Please, don’t try to replicate what I did! 
Oh yeah, by the way.
YOU’RE PEPPER NEXT!
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