Meh Series

Everyone thought it would be a normal day—until the hallway lights flickered purple. Hypnosis drifted in first, eyes glowing, voice calm but heavy. Every locker hummed when he spoke. “Attention,” he said, and half the students froze mid-step. Mr. Patel didn’t flinch. He adjusted his tie, opened his clipboard, and sighed. “Alright. Whoever’s doing this, you’re already losing participation points.” Hypnosis smiled. With a snap, desks lifted, clocks spun backward, and whispers crawled into people’s heads. Students started arguing with themselves, confused, looping the same sentence over and over. Mr. Patel raised a hand. “Stop. Line. Up.” Nothing happened. He frowned, then flipped to a fresh page and began writing names. Something changed. Hypnosis’ grin twitched. The whispers stumbled. The clocks slowed. “You can bend minds,” Mr. Patel said, tapping the clipboard, “but you can’t escape accountability.” Hypnosis pushed harder—hallways stretching, doors melting into mirrors—bu...

Nobody really knew why the sky over Meh City looked like someone spilled blue Gatorade across it, but that’s how the day started. Alan was halfway through a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch when Gerald barged into the room like he’d been chased by a microwave. “Bro, you’re not gonna believe what Camden did,” Gerald said, out of breath. Alan sighed. “What now?” Apparently Camden had decided it was a great idea to “upgrade” the Meh HQ security system by connecting it to a potato battery. Not a giant machine powered by potatoes. Just… one potato. A single Idaho potato sitting on a stool with wires sticking out of it like messy hair. Sweetheart walked in right behind them, chewing bubble gum like she was getting paid for it. “Your alarm system is literally snoring,” she said, pointing at the potato. And sure enough, the security monitor next to it was slowly flashing: Zzz… Before anyone could fix it, the HQ doors slammed open. Camden stood there proudly holding a clipboard. “SUCCESS...

The digital winds of Sector Meh-47 howled across the neon dunes — a glitchy wasteland inside the deep servers of the MehSeries Network. Every few seconds, the ground pixelated, reloaded, then glowed as if the world itself was booting back up. A single portal ripped open. Gerald stepped out, cape whipping behind him (even though no wind was coded in this area). His voice echoed with unnecessary dramatic reverb: Gerald: “At last… my greatest rival. The time has come. The algorithms demand a duel!” Across the field, the ground cracked. Blue light shot upward like a laser. Camden emerged, floating above the surface, data-chains spinning around his arms. His eyes glowed with the power of Human Conversion Protocol, still lingering from when he first became fully human-code hybrid. Camden: “Gerald… I didn’t come to fight today. But if you threaten the stability of the MehSeries network, I will end this.” Gerald pointed at him like a supervillain in a comic: Gerald: “You stole...