Tealy stared at his phone screen, trying to process what he had just done. He had decided to create a group chat. A group chat with... well, everyone.
It started innocently enough. Tealy figured it would be fun to have all his friends in one place to share ideas, jokes, and who knows, maybe even tackle a project together. But as soon as he hit "Create Group," chaos erupted.
The first message came from Beric, who had somehow managed to lock himself out of his computer for the fourth time that day.
"Can someone help me reset my password? It's locked me out again," Beric asked, followed by an emoji of a sad face.
Tealy sighed. "Again? You literally did this last week."
Before anyone could respond, the chat was flooded with reactions. Dird, who hadn’t said a word, had reacted to Beric’s message with an emoji of a thumbs up, even though he hadn’t even acknowledged the problem.
"Thanks, Dird," Tealy said dryly, but before he could comment further, Blara jumped in.
"I’m hungry," she announced, posting an endless barrage of pictures of cheese and chips. "Who wants some?"
Tealy squinted at his screen. The messages just kept coming, one after another. "Why are you posting cheese?!" he typed, but it was already buried under an avalanche of "cheese pics."
Then, DumbDird chimed in with the classic: a picture of his toilet.
"Look what I did today," he wrote, unprompted, with a proud face emoji. The chat paused for a moment before it was flooded with responses.
"What the heck, DumbDird," Bayla commented, adding a random TikTok link that had absolutely nothing to do with toilets. It was a 15-second clip of a dancing cat.
Tealy shook his head, but before he could comment, UltraDumbDird and SuperDumbDird joined the fray. They had been silent for the past few minutes. Then, UltraDumbDird sent a message that was just a single question mark. SuperDumbDird, never one to be outdone, sent the same.
Tealy sighed. "Guys, you have to send actual messages, not just question marks."
"?" UltraDumbDird replied.
"?!" SuperDumbDird echoed.
A new notification buzzed in. It was from Bayla, who had now sent a TikTok video of a guy pretending to be a potato. "Off-topic, but hilarious!" she wrote.
Tealy wasn’t sure whether to laugh or cry.
In the background, Dird was quietly reacting to every message, even if it was something like “Dird sucks.” He didn’t say a word, but he reacted with thumbs-up emojis to everything.
Tealy groaned, looking at the screen again. Every time a message popped up, he felt more and more overwhelmed. This was... chaos. Pure, unfiltered chaos.
He scrolled up. Beric was still trying to figure out his password, Blara was posting another cheese picture, and DumbDird was now sharing a second toilet picture with a very serious comment: "This is an important part of my daily routine."
Tealy felt a headache coming on. What had he gotten himself into?
Just as he was about to leave the chat, he saw a new message. It was from Greeny.
"Can someone help me with a real problem?" Greeny asked, followed by a short pause. "I accidentally sold my computer. Again."
Tealy threw his hands up in the air. "I’m done."
But before he could exit, the chat exploded into more chaos. And, just like that, the group chat became its own version of madness—a never-ending loop of weirdness, pictures, and random questions that somehow felt completely normal in their strange world.
And Tealy? He was just sitting there, trying to make sense of it all.
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