Decaying Brains

So Much Brainrot!

As I walk into school, I feel like today is going to be boring. Just like always, and I do not care. Like usual, I walk over to my locker and open it casually to put all of my crap away, when I see Clyde coming over to me.

"Hey Clyde," I say. "Ready to start another boring day of school?"

Clyde nodded. "But are you ready to rizz up some girls today?"

I looked at him like he was some sort of idiot. Nevermind. He already IS one. But this just showed how more ignorant he is. "Excuse me?" I asked. "Can you tell me what 'rizz' means?"

"You don't know what rizz is?! Negative aura points!" he shouted. What the fuck? I think to myself. What is he even talking about?

"Uhh, okay," I say. "I don't understand."

"Come on, Craig," Clyde said. "How about you shake off that level 100 gyatt in front of all of those sigma girls and rizz them up?"

"Clyde, you do know I'm g-"

"Craig, lighten up! Are you sure you are alpha? You seem more beta and skibidi then alpha. You are also very Ohio and you have no aura," says Clyde.

I blink a few times and my mouth slightly drops in shock. I might punch my locker in about two seconds. "Why are we bringing Ohio into this, exactly?" I questioned. I sighed. "Whatever, let's just get to class."

...

Just as I walk in, I hear Cartman singing something by the name of... "Skibidi Toilet?" I truly don't understand shit. I don't know if I even should.

"SHUT UP YOU FATASS, STOP SINGING THAT STUPID CRAP!" Kyle yells as I calmly sit down at my seat.

"Shut up,you beta Jew!" Cartman shouts. I mentally facepalm as I keep hearing the terms "rizz," "skibidi," "alpha," "sigma," "gyatt," et cetera. Whatever these terms mean, I am terrified.

When I say I am scared, I mean scared.
Why do kids talk like this?!

I want this stopped.

The bell rings as soon as the teacher walks into the room. "Okay children what the sigma-- I mean, what the hell?" Mr. Garrison says. Not you too... I thought. No one deserves internet access at this point.

The lesson was boring in the first 5 minutes. I sighed and put my head down in my arms and closed my eyes.

...

I felt tapping on my shoulder and heard my name being called. I opened my eyes and put my head up, blinded by the damn lights. "What," I bluntly said.

Tolkien looked at me. "Class is over, time to go," he said.

Clyde jumped up. "Yeah! We can all be sigmas together!"

Oh brother.

When we went to lunch, I was just eating casually when Jimmy suddenly spoke.

"F-f-fellas, how much of an a-alpha wolf do you th-think I am?" he asked.

I facepalmed, but obviously the others didn't care. "VERY ALPHA!" Clyde exclaimed.

Tweek looked at me. "What the hell is going on?!" he shouted. I shrugged. "I don't know anymore..." I said.

After lunch, while I was at my locker, I was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, and I got slightly startled.

"Dude, you scared me!" I yelled. "What is it now?"

"How about we go help fanum tax the milk with all of our dads tonight and use the power of mewing to rizz up girls!" Clyde says. I blinked in shock once again.

"I'm already dating Tweek, I don't need to 'rizz' up anyone," I said, using air quotes on the word 'rizz.' "Who let you have internet access? Because you guys clearly don't deserve it with how you're talking."

Tweek yelled, "IT'S TRUE! NO NEED TO RIZZ ANYONE!"

...

During recess, while I was just sitting and minding my own business, I was greeted by Stan, Kyle, and Kenny.

"Hey, Craig," Stan said. "What's on your mind, dude?"

I sighed and said, "Everyone keeps speaking this stupid... like... brainrot. I can't take it anymore."

Kenny said something, but obviously it was muffled because of his parka. I did pick it up, kind of knowing and stuff. I believe he said "That is so fucking stupid, why are people speaking like that?"

"I can't tell you," I say. "But at this point, no one should have internet access."

Kyle nods. "Agreed," he says.

I suddenly remembered I have to leave early today. "Crap!" I shout. "I got a dentist appointment later. Bye."

...

When I get outside and hop in the car, I feel somewhat relieved. Tricia then looks at me with a sly and mischievous smile. "Hi, you beta. How was your skibidi school?" she asks.

"NOOOOOOOO-"

THE END.

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This is a PSA to help stop brainrot.

Over 99.99% of students are brainrotted.

Brainrot is already brain damage to us all.

Please help stop this madness IMMEDIATELY.