My brain is not braining tomorrow, so I'm writing this post today purely for fun, chaos, and possibly to confuse my future self. If tomorrow-me asks 'who wrote this?' — it wasn't me, it was the gremlin in my Wi-Fi router. Anyway, here's some nonsense to celebrate the fact that productivity has officially left the building. Enjoy this braincell-free transmission.
After six hours of bouncing on a bus that smelled like old socks and boiled cabbage, Jimmy finally saw the flickering sign of Corsba Town through the dusty window.
Jimmy leaned against the metal pole near the exit, one arm wrapped like spaghetti around the handle, the other keeping his coat from flying off. Blindfold? Still on. Back? In pain.
Inside his Mind's Garden, chaos raged.
"LET ME OUT, JIMMY! IT'S A BAD PLACE! BAD SMELL! I'M MELTING!"
It was Peeko, screaming like someone put him inside a microwave full of strangers.
Jimmy mentally groaned.
"Peeko, too much crowd on the bus. I'm already hanging like a monkey here. Behave."
Peeko growled.
"I'm telling Luna!"
"Go ahead. She's sleeping."
"Then I hope your snacks go stale."
The flaming bird screeched in betrayal.
........
By 10 PM, Jimmy's boots hit the dusty road of Corsba Town.
The second his feet touched ground, he flicked his fingers—
BOOM!
Peeko BURST from the Mind's Garden like a cannonball made of ego and unresolved childhood trauma.
"FREEEEEEEDOMMMM!!!"
Wings blazing, eyes wild, he zipped into the air, did three unnecessary somersaults, then landed with both arms up like a victorious gladiator.
Without a second to breathe, he started marching like a soldier:
"Dumta dumta dumta dum, dum dum dum, dudmdududmmdmdmd…"
He even made trumpet sounds with his mouth. His tail bounced like he had rhythm. He saluted a lamp post.
Then—like a complete fool—he turned around mid-parade, pointed at nothing, and declared:
"LOOK AT ME NOW, LOS—"
He stopped.
Jimmy was right behind him, walking silently like a shadowy school principal with no time for nonsense.
Peeko blinked.
"Dum—"
SNATCH.
Jimmy grabbed him by the wings like a fried snack and gave him a two-finger forehead pinch.
"Done."
Peeko closed his eyes dramatically like he'd been slain by poetic justice.
"Dumta… food…"
"Glutton."
Jimmy muttered.
Peeko pouted like a diva denied screen time, his face morphing into the exact expression from that one meme: "Hen's? Oh no you did not."
Jimmy chuckled under his breath and tucked Peeko under his arm like a glowing burrito of attitude.
..........
Jimmy casually slung him under one arm like a squeaky loaf of chaos and marched straight to the Nexus Office.
Inside the Nexus A Chaos Buffet is going on.
People. So many people.
Students with messy hair. Officers with shoulder badges. One guy juggling coffee and crying.
Jimmy paused.
And then—Dr. Mu and Sister Lisa zipped past, visibly stressed, like they were late for a teleportation exam.
He approached the receptionist.
"What's going on?"
She glanced up from a pile of urgent papers, saw Jimmy, and sighed like she'd been holding it in all day; then whispered like she was in a spy film:.
"Oh, Jimmy. Nothing serious. Just Kwantheris City people. Big shots. Go to your room."
Jimmy nodded. Slowly. Suspiciously. Danger music played in his head (probably Peeko beatboxing it).
As he turned to leave—
"Hey. You. Who are you? Why are you here at this time?"
A voice. Rude. Loud. Full of overconfidence.
Jimmy turned around.
There he stood: a man with a perfect circular beard, like someone shaved with a teacup. A sharp coat. But no name badge.
Jimmy turned slowly. Began typing on his phone to respond—
YOINK.The man snatched it like a playground bully."I said, speak."
Jimmy calmly raised his hands and signed:
"I can't talk."
The man snorted like a snobby goat.
"Tch. Freaking mute. Get outta here."
Jimmy didn't flinch. He just smiled slowly.
"Doggy… you're dead."
As he walked away, his enhanced hearing caught a whisper:
"Follow him. Check him."
Jimmy smiled wider.
"Welcome to hell."
.......
Outside, under flickering lights, Jimmy walked like a drama villain going to buy snacks. He turned the corner into a quiet alley…
Jimmy turned a corner into an alley behind the supply depot. As soon as he was out of sight—
POOF. Gone.
The man rounded the corner.
"Where the hell—?"
Nothing.
Just mist, a flickering bulb, and a trash can that looked haunted.
Then…
"Dum... ta..."
He whipped around—
And promptly wished he hadn't.
A silhouette stood in the shadows. Twisted. Glitching. Head tilted at 90 degrees like it had just tried to lick its own back.
Then it slowly turned.
No eyes.
Just glowing blue flames where its face should be—like a haunted jack-o'-lantern designed by an eldritch art student.
........
Its neck made a cracking noise like someone stepped on cereal.
The mouth grinned too wide.
"Dumta dumta dumta..." it whispered, glitching sideways like an old VHS tape.
The man screamed.
Not a dignified scream.
We're talking "runaway chicken in sandals" scream.
He back pedaled so fast, he tripped over a trash bag, kicked a pipe, hit a broom, fell into a crate, and got slapped by a loose sock hanging on a wire.
Then—BONK.
A flying signboard fell beside him that literally read:"You messed up."
He screamed again—this one in French for some reason—and bolted.
........
Then—FREEZE!
His whole body, except the nose and mouth, froze instantly.
He looked like a mannequin from a discount horror store. Arms up. One foot in mid-air. Mouth twitching like it was buffering.
"Uhh… m-muh-mmm…"
Peeko appeared, stared at him, and muttered:
"Did Jimmy freeze him like a pizza pop?"
"He's... frozen… but sniffling."
He walked up, poked the guy's nostril.
"He's breathing from here now. That's illegal."
.......
Behind the dumpster, Jimmy slowly peeled the illusion away and walked out with a single comment:
"That's what you get for calling me 'freakin' mute.'"
Peeko popped out in spirit form, gave a salute, and said,
"Operation Dumta: Successful."
Jimmy cracked a smile.
"Come on, soldier. Let's get dinner."
Peeko whispered,
"If it's not spicy, I'm defecting."
........
The Chaos Continues
Jimmy walked home.
The moment he stepped through the gate, the kids swarmed him.
"JIMMY BIG BROTHER IS HERE!!!"
One kid threw a half-eaten popsicle straight into the sky.
Another was riding a metal bucket like a racehorse, screaming "NEIGHHHH" at full throttle.
A third was trying to baptize a plastic duck in the fountain.
The whole place looked like a fever dream version of Willy Wonka's backyard—if the Oompa Loompas were raised by caffeine and chaos.
A nun appeared on the steps like she'd been summoned by sugar-induced madness.
"Hey hey! Choo choo! Go wash up! You smell like bus seat and crime!"
Jimmy nodded like a disciplined goblin, completed a speed-wash-dress routine that could shatter Olympic records, and returned with a steel food plate and unmatched chill.
He sat.
Ate calmly.
Munch. Munch. Munch.
Then—
BOOM.
The door flew open.
Sister Lisa. Dr. Mu. And Mr. Beardface arrived.
Mr. Beardface? Wrapped in a blanket like a suspicious burrito.
And behind them?
Frozen Man™, still stiff, wheeled in on a dolly like a haunted office chair.
"HOW DARE YOU FREEZE MY MEN?!"
Jimmy blinked mid-chew and stared.
He typed:
"Why were they following me? I heard you say it."
"I'm the distinguished head of—"
Jimmy typed again:
"Then why are your people built like microwaved mannequins?"
"Are you even real? Or are you wearing a Morphlinx like a wig?"
"WHAT THE FU—"
Dr. Mu raised her hand like a substitute teacher.
"Okay, that's enough."
"You're fake. Look behind you."
He turned.
POLICE.
DATA.
TABLETS.
Charts titled "Definitely Not Real."
"You are under arrest."
He lunged—
SMACK!!!
Luna STOMPED from the sky like a divine judge and sent him flying into the wall.
From his cracking face, a slimy jelly Whisp slid out like a cursed jellybean.
"Morphlinx," one officer said.
Peeko picked it up with a spoon.
"Tastes like fraud."
Jimmy typed:
"Who's he really?"
"Same guy. Tried to replace the real one. Loser."
The police officer turned to Jimmy.
"You want to make this a public show?"
...........
JIMMY'S FRAUD FESTIVAL: LIVE FROM CORSBA (NOW WITH EXTRA STOMP™)
Scene:
Corsba Home's courtyard is now transformed.
All the kids are seated, plates of snacks in hand. Some are wearing paper hats that say "Fake Hunter Squad." One boy is eating a popsicle with a fork for no reason. Sister Lisa has a bell. Dr. Mu has popcorn. Peeko is somehow wearing sunglasses.
A banner reads:"WELCOME TO: FAKE MAN GOES BOOM - Hosted by Jimmy"
.......
[Emcee: Tiny Kid with Tooth Gap]"Ladies and gentlepeeps, welcome to the event of the hour! The FAKE. The FRAUD. The FLIMSY-FACED FAKER—will be roasted like a marshmallow!"
(cheers erupt. Luna casually turns off a hovering drone with a water slap.)
🎤 [Jimmy steps onto stage. Wearing a paper crown.](Typed text on big screen beside him)
🖥️: "Today, we have a very special guest. He came here pretending to be the head of the Nexus. But unfortunately…"
screen flickers to a blurry image of the man screaming "WHAT THE FU—"
🖥️: "…his only qualification is bad acting and worse breath."
Audience: "OOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!"
🎤 Enter Jimmy
Wearing a bathrobe, blindfold, flip-flops, and a crown made of bent forks.
He doesn't speak. He types dramatically on a glowing LED keyboard plugged into a pineapple.
🖥️: "Let the Roast... Begin."
[INTENSE KAZOO MUSIC]
🔥 ROUND 1: "WHO IS THIS MAN?!"
Jimmy types:
🖥️: "Introducing... the man who claimed to be the Nexus Head—"
🖥️: "—But couldn't spell 'Nexus' without asking Siri."
(Luna brings out a whiteboard with drawings)
Jimmy points to a morphlinx blob:🖥️: "This is Morphlinx. It turns into people. But it has one weakness—"
Suddenly Peeko yells from the side:
"—It can't fake COMMON SENSE!"
Sister Lisa honks a bicycle horn:
"His voice cracked so hard, I got an omelette!"
(Mic drop. Kids laugh. Morphlinx gurgles in shame.)
......
Dr. Mu walks up in a glitter-glue lab coat and two oven mitts.
"According to my research, this man's IQ is legally classified as '404 Not Found.'"
She pulls up a chart:
Y-Axis = "Realness"
Fake Head is buried somewhere under a worm.
She throws glitter. Nothing happens.
Then throws a frog. It explodes.
Sister Lisa in the back: "HALLELUJAH!"
......
(A projector shows Luna slamming the fake man into a wall in slow motion)
Replay of the moment Luna descended like the wrath of the ancient water gods.
SFX added by kids:
"BOOM!""CRUNCH!""MOMMY!"
Slow-motion, dramatic echo:
"sTOoOoMPPP"
💥 Rewind. Replay. Again. Zoom in on his socks flying off.
🧦 One sock hits Peeko. Peeko eats it.
"Tastes like regret and hair gel!"
........
🧽 FINAL ROUND: TRUTH OR SCRUB
A detective Whisp (with sunglasses and bubble pipe) walks up and slaps a file down.
"Here's the truth: He's not the Nexus Head."
"He's not even the Assistant Nexus Toe."
"He's... STEVE. From Finkos mall. Returns department."
Children gasp. Someone drops a snack. The frogs salute.
🖥️ Jimmy types:
"Sentence?"
The kids chant:
"TOILET DUTY!!!"
"NO WI-FI!!!"
"WITH PEEKO'S COOKING!!!"
🚨 BONUS SURPRISE
The Morphlinx blob tries to escape.
Luna water-slaps it into a cereal box.
Peeko duct-tapes the box shut and labels it:
🎤 Closing Ceremony
Jimmy types on a glittery keyboard.
🖥️: "All those in favor of sending this fake to scrub toilets at the real Nexus, raise your hands!"
Everyone raises both hands. Even a tree branch falls with approval.
Police Uncle: "By the power of children's justice and Luna's left hoof, this man is hereby sentenced to mop duty for life."
Morphlinx slowly oozes into a janitor bucket.
## Dear Reader Please help me get review, what is in your mind. It should be real. Thank You.