Amidst the vibrant foliage of the schoolyard tree, Confucius, the enigmatic influencer, and JFK, the erudite yet flustered clone, found themselves engrossed in an unsettling spectacle.
'Gyatt, skibidi, sigma!' Confucius exclaimed, his Flipflop post echoing through the tranquil air. JFK, his face twisted in perplexity, stumbled over his words.
'I er uh... I er uh... oh my god, they hit the Pentagon!' he repeated incessantly, his pronunciations of 'R's' mangled beyond recognition.
Confucius, initially amused by JFK's peculiar utterances, gradually grew serious. Each repetition of 'they hit the Pentagon' sent a shiver down his spine. 'JFK, what in Tartarus dost thou mean?' he inquired, a hint of concern creeping into his voice.
JFK's eyes widened in fear. 'I er uh... Pinkie Pie... she... she's a pony!' he blurted out, his mind racing.
Confucius's laughter abruptly ceased. His eyes narrowed, and he seized JFK by the neck, whispering menacingly into his ear, 'Cease this tomfoolery!'
JFK's body trembled as he desperately tried to explain. 'I er uh... I can't... I can't control it. They... they put something in my brain.'
As Confucius tightened his grip, a sudden realization dawned upon him. He abruptly released JFK and retrieved his Flipflop, positioning it to capture a gruesome spectacle.
'My followers,' Confucius began, his voice devoid of its usual playful banter, 'witness the decline of a once-great mind. JFK, the mighty president, reduced to a babbling puppet.'
With a swift and calculated movement, Confucius plunged the Flipflop into JFK's skull, severing the connection between his consciousness and the mysterious puppet masters. JFK's body slumped to the ground, his eyes glazed and lifeless.
Confucius, once a beacon of positivity and laughter, now stood as a menacing figure, a testament to the darkness that lurked beneath the veneer of social media. As the crimson blood seeped into the rich soil beneath the tree, a haunting silence descended upon the scene, a stark reminder of the perils that lay hidden within the embrace of technology.
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