It was supposed to be a joke.
A tiny, ethical, barely-felonious experiment to make Monday suck less.
Instead, Veer's "minor prank" turned the school into a demonically-possessed amusement park with a thirst for bureaucracy and blood.
No one's sure who started it.
But clues include:
A Fatty black-market fraud (Rohit), laundering money through vending machines, assisted by five drunk bus drivers and two hypnotized accountants.
Lone Survivor of Hell's TikTok division, (Cherry) Who redirected the Air vents, fillied them with Wasps through a haunted art room.
Inside a hijacked bus with enough chewing gum packages, lying Ethan in the middle of dismantling all eight safety protocols of the INTERPOL booted A.I.
[Mr. Jazz]
Originally used here for spreadsheet management and discipline tracking, now drops diss tracks on FBI's budget department.
And Veer.. is DEAD.
SERIOUSLY BUSY!! doodling with the Mainframe wiring of School's Cybersecurity system to do just "ANYTHING!!" with his Extreme Creativity and debatable IQ.
How??
Such events starting with a Literally Killable, Socially PG-13 and CRIMINALLY ILLIGAL psychopathic Madness.
You have the same Playlist.
The plan?
From series of those Apocalypse-tier ideas passed around at 3 AM like a cursed candy.
> OPERATION: CONFETTI. INTERNAL BLEEDING.
(Subtitle: "It's for Science, shut up.")
3 DAYS AGoO...
A beautiful mess of post-midnight caffeine shakes, Veer's higlliographic mess showcasing the Darkest corners of his Extinct braincells.
Cherry's homemade hydrochloric glitter (sourced from a banned Etsy seller named "BoomBoomBish"). And technical enhancements by Ethan.
Veer (Faced like He just Contracted Satan For A Staircase To Hell), "Think of it as a PERFORMANCE ART!!"
"it's a legal suicide" Rohit replied, already drafting apology letters to Interpol.
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[Cozy Monday]
10:03 AM – The Computer Lab
The whole hallway ceiling was hemorrhaging.
With Drones—shaped like a disapproving pigeon with daddy issues.
They were blasting Titanic theme while dropping glitter bombs filled with LIVE WASPS!!
Piñatas started exploding like God sneezed on graves.
The A.I. started beatboxing lasers. The Hot Once.
And those RACCOONS???
Yes, the school's IT guy, Mr. Mario—that technically glitched Doremon—Had Raccoons. He called them "Assistants."
He was dragging cables like a caffeinated priest decoding a UFO transmission.
"The prophecy was true!! THEY'VE ASCENDED!!"
One raccoon rode a Roomba wielding a butter knife and a flag that said: "REVENGE NOW."
The Computers exploding like popcorn.
The projector grew tentacles.
A kid passed out after inhaling radioactive glitter.
Screams everywhere.
Mario was running with as much black bags even a robber will 2nd doubt.
Flames. Blasts.
And Through the chaos—
Veer was being dragged by guards like a confused goat, And they passed:
A frog cult in the bio lab was mid-sacrifice, chanting in Morse code while boiling dissection kits.
ROHIT with a duct-taped raccoon was sprinting accross the hallway like a possessed panda screaming, "CRYPTO-SPICE SIXTY-NINE!! BUY BEFORE THE VATICAN BANS IT!!"
Parents, lined up at the gates, shouting for refunds. While Security and Cops trying to rescue the students from this sociopathic Chaos.
From the field Amelia was shouting something about National hostaging while throwing rocks at Cherry.
Who was live-streaming it all under a banned North Korean filter shouting, "SCIENCE Is Just VENGEANCE In LAB COATS!!."
10:14 AM – Principal's Office
Mr. Verma was on his sixth nervous breakdown this week.
He was Red. Boiled Lobster Red and Vibrating too. The man had a talent of looking like he was perpetually seconds away from spontaneous combustion.
"VEEEEERRR!" He started with bloodshot eyes, "YOU. F*K'N MONST—"
But SUDDENLY!!
An unmarked Super black car screeched to a halt outside the school gates. Seven agents in beige trench coats stepped out. All of them looked like they hadn't slept since 2004.
Four vomited instantly after seeing the wasp-glitter bloodbath.
CUT TO THE NEXT SCENE..
Location: Central Interrogation Hub, 4 hours post-Incident.
Dim lighting buzzing like an anxiety attack.
Mood: Imagine if anxiety had a taser.
Veer sat in a cold chair.
The kind of chair that screams "government funding." "we lost the receipt."
Glass Shiny table with cameras were watching his soul implode.
Ethan was sweating guilt.
Cherry was chewing gum like it owed her rent.
And Rohit?
That meatball had already printed five fake passports and was checking crypto prices.
Opposite them sat five officials, each one representing a sector of society that had been violently offended by their existence in the last 24 hours:
Ethan coughed. Cherry was blowing gums. Veer starring them blankly.
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THEN..
Ms. Pinto, Animal Control —Slammed a photo of a raccoon named "Jeff" in mid-Roomba charge.
"WHY? they wore Goggles??"
Cherry: "Its basic lab safety, ma'am."
Mr. Shukla, Ministry of Education — holding a set of black files.
"We have four hundred and twenty-two witness statements. Thirty-seven injuries. Three cases of spiritual suicides. And a teacher now believes she's a desk."
Veer (Somehow still Confused): "Look, I've been repeating this whole time. And I SWEAR I Hadn't Lied Anything In My Life. I was just trying to colour match cables in the firewall. And it's that damn school's fault that turned that AI into a sentient disco ball with military clearance."
Agent Roy, Government Cyber Division. Bald. No nonsense. "You turned a disciplinary cyber drill into a national-level security threat."
Ethan: "I had tried to fix that."
Agent Roy: "With what?"
Veer (defensive): "He used NPC's MOOD-BASED CODING."
Agent Roy: "What? You know now it judges the Interpol Too!!"
"That's… inspiring, right?" Rohit muttered.
Dr. Banerjee, Paranormal Activities — wearing three crucifixes and a tinfoil tie.
"YOU REROUTED AIRFLOW THROUGH A HAUNTED ROOM. WHY??"
> "For.. fresher ghosts?" Cherry offered.
Dr. Banerjee, now doubting his career choices.
Accross them Mr. Verma, Principal of Eternal Suffering, was clutching his blood pressure machine as a teddy bear.
---
Agent Roy stood up. Slapped a USB stick onto the table.
"This," he said, "is the surveillance footage. Do you know what it shows?"
Footage played.
> [Video: Cherry hurling the carts of wasps in the ventilation system with a baseball bat.]
[Zoom in: Ethan's coding made A.I. beg, while he's vibing "you were born for this!!" to a toaster.]
[Final freeze-frame: Veer, mid-air, screaming "FOR SCIENCE!" as sparks shoot from 8 systems and 12 blasted instantly.]
Cherry whispered, "Iconic."
Rohit facepalmed so hard it echoed.
Veer still starring at it like a confused goat.
---
SILENCE.
Then:
The Door opens.
Enter: NANU.
Coat. Beard. Rage.
And Eyes that whispered, "I raised this chaos gremlin."
Carrying a satchel of legal documents and exactly zero patience.
Tossed a thick file onto the table.
Signed by:
The Prime Minister,
The Dalai Lama,
Three Cold War Criminals,
And The Ghost from the art room (now in therapy).
DOC. TITLED:
> "SECTION 92B: Youth-Led Strategic Interference in Educational Protocols (Clause: Mayhem via Misunderstanding)"
Agent Roy: "This clause doesn't exist."
Nanu (sipping tea): "It will. By the time you finish that sentence."
---
Mr. Verma, now outside the room.
Hadn't blinked in 48 minutes.
The school board was on a Zoom call in the background yelling, "DID THEY REALLY HACK THE SPRINKLERS TO PLAY K-POP?!"
---
They stepped out peacefully..
Veer's future?
Suspiciously doubtful.
The school?
Still smoldering. None of your businesses. Government Issues. They have funds.
Cherry?
Now trending on TikTok under #AcademicGenocide.
To be continued…