MBTI Short Stories

"Kabedon Me!" (ENTP X INFP, + others) (1)

TW: Mentions of kidn*pping, human exp*riments (but only mentions)

INFP looked outside of the window in class and saw children playing around as they left the school. Meanwhile she was going to be stuck here for another 2 hours.

Life is so cruel. She thought.

INFP sat in the second to last seat by the window at the back of the class, only almost at the main character seat, because that one wasn't for her — it was reserved for her best friend, ENTP. She turned her head back a bit to look at him.
He was attentively writing down something into his notebook. It read "How to make..." Ah, what does it say? His handwriting is so illegible, gosh...

She directed her attention back to the person at the front.
"And as all of you know, Napoleon was a great leader, but the end of his life was..." Ugh just shut up already. This class is so boring and the teacher is so mean – it sucks. I don't want to even be here. Oh, to be at home watching anime right now... The thought of it almost made her drool. She felt something poke her back.

"Hey, look what I made." ENTP held up his I'm in INFPain notebook that INFP had gifted him for Christmas.
"How to make fake poop using flour and water. Why don't we play a prank later?"
INFP, "On who?"
ENTP, "I don't know, anyone. Someone that we don't like. How about ISTJ?"
"Which one? We have two ISTJs in this class."
ENTP readjusted his position in his chair. "Either one of them, honestly."
"Ehhh... no thank you. It would have to be someone else because they didn't even do anything wrong, did they?"
"Who cares, turd is turd. Maybe they'll even like it. It's just fake poop, you don't know whether it tastes nice."

"... you disgust me."

"Hehe- argh!" A piece of chalk had taken a flight and collided with ENTP's head. What the fuck is that aim? He thought.

"Pay attention when I speak, ENTP. This is important for the test on Friday, yet you choose to have a fun little chatter with your neighbor. Unless you already know all of this, I see no reason for you to not be listening." Mrs. ENTJ called him out.

"Hmph." He laughed and cockily smirked. "You just explained how Napoleon lost the battle at Waterloo, how his army was at a huge disadvantage, how his is officers were incompetent and in the end, he lost."

"Oh, it seems like you were listening after all. Then I assume you will have no problems writing a 2 page essay about him due tomorrow to present to the class."

ENTP sat up with a confused face "What?! That's not fair! I still have other classes!"

The teacher just smiled.

Lunch came and everyone was eating outside on this sunny day. There were barely any clouds that one could even speak of.

INFP sat at her regular spot today—under the oak tree beside the school. It even came with a little story: The couple who confessed to each other under this tree would stay together for all eternity.

INFP thought that it sounded a bit stupid, but at the same time... She fantasized about what it would be like to have someone do that... nah... right? She could also be the one to confess to someone, but she doubted that anyone even liked her that way, so even if she wanted to, the other would reject her anyway, was what she thought.

She wasn't always alone—she would sometimes follow ENFP and ENFJ around, but they usually talked to other people and INFP did not want to be surrounded by those. She still liked the two a lot, though, because they made her feel comfortable.

While taking a bite out of her sandwich and reading a novel on her phone, she did not notice the foot steps approaching her.

"Hi, do you mind if I sit here?"