MBTI high school

Chapter 32:

Chapter 32: ENTP, Judgment Day

The interrogation room was as grim as a bad episode of NCIS. ENTP, handcuffed to a chair, stared nervously at his interrogators. INTJ, ESFJ, ESTJ (rocking heels and an authoritarian suit, of course), and INTP were all present, armed with murderous glares. INTP sat in a corner, scribbling notes as if preparing an FBI report.

—ESTJ: (coldly, tapping her clipboard) Alright.ENTP. Let’s begin.

—ENTP: (flashing his innocent car-salesman grin) Look, this is just a misunderstanding. A coincidence. Maybe a... horse-related error?

—ESFJ: (sarcastically) Oh, you call it a coincidence? Because thanks to you, we’re disqualified, ruined, and INFJ is having a nervous breakdown!

—ENTP: (genuinely confused) INFJ? Why?

The door swung open, and INFJ entered, looking like a zombie. He clutched a folder so thick it resembled an encyclopedia, with massive dark circles under his eyes.

—INFJ: (dragging his words) Just... to let you know... I finished apologizing.

—INTJ: (raising an eyebrow) To everyone?

—INFJ: (with exhausted irony) Yes. Everyone. The injured, the traumatized, the outraged parents, the horrified mascots… Oh, and also the science club—us—because our demo literally exploded.

—ENTP: (innocently) It was an accident! A tiny explosion spices things up!

—INFJ: (fixing him with hollow eyes) I now have 12 incident reports to write and seven booths to pay for. Thanks.

INFJ collapsed onto a chair.

—INTP: (casting a disapproving look at ENTP) Let’s get back to it. Tell us, honestly, what happened that day.

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Flashback – The Interschool Competition

MBTI High was the favorite to win. Every booth sparkled with efficiency and creativity. But ENTP? He wandered near the stables, bored and looking for mischief. That’s when he saw INFP gazing at a horse, starry-eyed.

—ENTP: (grinning) Hey, INFP! Wanna ride that horse?

—INFP: (hesitant) Uh... I don’t know... Isn’t it wrong not to ask permission?

—ENTP: (winking) Permission? Pfft, permission is for ESFJs.

Under his dubious encouragement, INFP climbed onto the horse. Everything was fine until ENTP decided to show off his “equestrian expertise.” He tripped while mounting, got his foot stuck in the stirrup, and fell like a sack of potatoes. The startled horse bolted. INFP, clinging desperately, screamed:

—INFP: (terrified) Stop it! I’m gonna die!
ENTP: (hanging from the saddle) Me too! But isn’t this fun?

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Chaos Unleashed

The horse charged through the competition grounds, wreaking absolute havoc:

1. The Science Booth: A chemical experiment exploded when the horse knocked over test tubes. A green cloud engulfed the area. Students screamed:

—“It’s toxic gas AND an explosion!”

2. The Culinary Booth: Pancakes flew through the air like frisbees. ENTP got a mountain of whipped cream on his face.

—ENTP: “Mmm, sweet!”

3. The Mascot Duck: ESFP, dressed as the mascot, tried to intervene but got trampled and ended up in a fountain.

—ESFP: “I HATE YOU ALL!”

4. The Judges’ Table: The horse leaped onto their table, knocking over trophies. The head judge declared coldly:

—Judge: “Immediate disqualification.”

When it was all over, only smoking ruins remained. Students from other schools stared at the devastation in horrified fascination. ENTP stood up and gave a theatrical bow.

—ENTP: “Thank you, thank you. No applause needed.”

And thus began a chase between him, INTJ, INTP, and ESFJ.

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Back to the Present

—ENTP: (defensively) See? I was just trying to help INFP. That’s all. A noble intention.

—ESFJ: (sardonically) A noble intention that cost thousands in damages.

—ESTJ: (crossing her arms) And got our school disqualified for the first time in ten years.

—ENTP: (hopefully) Okay, fine. Hand me the bill, and I’ll deal with it, alright?

—INTJ: (with an evil smirk) Too easy. You think that’s it?

ESTJ stepped forward, clipboard in hand.

—ESTJ: You did something even worse. Do you know what losing this competition means?

—ENTP: (frowning) Uh… no?

—ESFJ: (dramatically whispering) ENTJ is furious.

ENTP turned pale.

—ENTP: Wait... NO! Not ENTJ! Not him!

The door creaked open, revealing ENTJ, imposing and silent. He cracked his knuckles, his icy glare fixed on ENTP.

—INTP: (removing her glasses) Good luck.

The team left the room without a word. INFJ, exhausted, watched them leave.

—INFJ: Where’s ENTP?

—INTJ: Somewhere.

A scream echoed behind the door.

—INFJ: That’s not ENTP’s voice, is it?

—INTP: Nope.

INFJ stared after them for a long moment, then shrugged.

—INFJ: By the way, there are still pancakes at the booth. Want some?

—INTP: (lightly) Sure.

—INTJ: (calmly) I’m cutting back on sugar.

They walked off casually, leaving ENTP alone to face his fate.

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Moral of the story: Never follow ENTP’s ideas. And if ENTJ gets involved, start writing your will.