Meh Series: DT vs KT, Mads, and Alexis

 1 morning, Meh was feeling bored and mischievous, so he farted in à bag, cloned it 4 times, and placed each bag in a package. Meh then proceeded to teleport each package to DT’s,  KT’s, Mads’s, and Alexis’s floors!!! He wanted them to open it, and get mad…. 

As they all opened it, they saw a bag, and being the knuckleheads they are decided to open it!!! It smelled terrible!!! Inside DT’s package, there was written “KT, Mads, and Alexis was here “, on the other hand, on KT, Mads, and Alexis’s packages was worn, “DT was here” All of them were livid, and challenged DT to à fight even though they knew it was going to be challenging…

The moment the packages were opened, everything went downhill at once.

DT stared at the note inside his box, face tightening. “So that’s how it is.”

Across the hall, KT had the same expression, reading the same accusation aimed at him. Mads froze halfway through reacting, then slowly looked at Alexis like, you seeing this?

Alexis held up the bag carefully. “I didn’t even do anything—why am I included?”

Downstairs, DT had already thrown his bag aside. “KT, Mads, Alexis… really?”

KT burst out, “It literally says YOU did it!”

Mads squinted at hers. “This is fake. This is 100% fake.”

But the damage was already done. The misunderstanding hit faster than logic could catch up. By the time anyone tried to compare notes, all four floors were already buzzing with the same conclusion:

DT was accusing KT, KT was blaming DT, Mads thought both of them were messing with her, and Alexis was just trying to figure out how she got dragged into it at all.

Within minutes, messages flew. Group chats exploded. And then came the worst part—

Challenges.

DT: “Meet me after school.”
KT: “Don’t need to wait that long.”
Mads: “I’m not letting this slide.”
Alexis: “I don’t even know what I did but I’m coming too.”

It turned into an official showdown before anyone realized what actually happened.

Meanwhile, somewhere far above the chaos, Meh was watching the whole thing unfold with way too much satisfaction.

“Perfect,” he muttered, leaning back. “Exactly how I planned it.”

Then a pause.

He looked at the empty corner where the original prank idea had started.

“…Wait. Did I label those correctly?”

Down below, the four floors were already preparing like a storm was about to hit after school.

And none of them were even close to figuring out the real culprit yet.