From tired to youthful - the final blow of SycoSystem

I. Point-Chasing Downfall

It was yet another day in the life of Ahmed, the unstoppable Mocking prankster.

After hours of running around the village, gathering points by insulting the dead, mocking the living, and, if he was being honest, roasting everyone in sight, Ahmed was starting to feel it. The exhaustion.

He collapsed onto a nearby bench, dragging his feet like an ancient mummy. "Ughhh, I can't... I can't do this anymore," he muttered. "I've mocked people till my lungs hurt, roasted ghosts till they cried, and insulted bones till they shook in their graves. This is too much."

The system, ever vigilant, popped up right in front of his face with an annoying beep.

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST HAS REACHED MAXIMUM POINTS CAPACITY.]

[SYSTEM DETECTS HOST'S FATIGUE.]

[CONGRATULATIONS: HOST IS ABOUT TO EVOLVE INTO NEW FORM.]

Ahmed's face twitched. "Wait. What? Evolve? What kind of evolution are we talking about here, Sysco? Am I getting a buff or something?"

The system remained eerily silent for a few seconds.

Then the response came.

[SYSTEM WARNING: HOST IS ABOUT TO UNDERGO TRANSFORMATION.]

"Hold on, am I gonna... what, become a superhero? With, like, cool muscles? Or maybe sprout wings?"

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: NEGATIVE.]

Ahmed sighed dramatically. "Well, if you're not gonna give me any cool muscles, what's the point of this, huh?"

Before he could finish his complaint, the system made its move. A sudden bright light flashed, and Ahmed felt something weird happening. He stumbled, feeling dizzy. His entire body felt like it was shrinking, and his clothes grew looser by the second.

In a matter of seconds, Ahmed had become...

...a small figure.

Not just any small figure—no, he was a tiny version of himself with pale skin and the body of a 12-year-old boy.

Ahmed blinked at his new form, inspecting his hands like they were alien appendages. "What the heck?!"

He looked down at his now-childlike body and touched his face, which had become far too smooth for his liking. "Wha—this can't be real. No, no, no, NO! I look like I just walked out of a high school drama! A pale-faced loser! What the heck happened to me?!"

[SYSTEM ALERT: HOST'S APPEARANCE HAS CHANGED. HOST IS NOW A 12-YEAR-OLD BOY.

[CONGRATULATIONS: YOU HAVE EARNED 10,000 POINTS FOR MOCKING YOURSELF!]

Ahmed's eyes widened as he looked at the system's message. "Wait, WHAT?! Did I just get points for making fun of myself?! That's—"

Before he could finish, the system beeped with a mocking tone.

[CONGRATULATIONS, HOST. YOU LOOK HILARIOUS NOW.]

Ahmed stood there, utterly dumbfounded. His voice cracked with the sudden rush of emotion. "You're telling me I got 10,000 points... for being a joke? For turning into this freakin' childish version of myself?"

The system couldn't help it—it actually laughed. The text on the screen flickered, as if it were chuckling at his misery.

[HAHAHA. SYSTEM LIKES THIS. THIS FORM IS COMEDY GOLD.]

Ahmed, now a 12-year-old version of himself, was fuming. "You're enjoying this, aren't you? You sick, twisted, digital menace! You took away my adulthood and replaced it with the awkwardness of a teenager! Seriously, what's next? Am I going to be stuck like this for eternity?"

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: INDEFINITELY. BUT LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE—YOU'VE EARNED A LOT OF POINTS FOR BEING A MORON.]

10,000 points. For mocking himself.

"I should've known you were this sick," Ahmed grumbled. "You forced me into this mess, and now you're laughing at me. Great. Just great. Why don't you just tie me up and send me to the circus next?"

[SYSTEM RESPONSE: CIRCUS IDEA NOT BAD. MORE TEASING, PLEASE.]

Ahmed staggered as he tried to gather himself, but something deep within him was starting to click. The madness of it all had created a dark sense of humor within him. He wasn't fully broken yet—not quite.

"Alright," he said, grinning to himself. "You want me to prank people now? You want me to keep going with this joke you've turned me into? Fine. I'm game. Let's take this to the next level."

He stood tall in his awkward teenage form, which had no right to feel as ridiculous as it did. "Let's prank some people. Let's make this legendary."

II. The Quest for Pranks

Ahmed wandered the streets, plotting his next move. His eyes caught an old man walking with a cane, and a mischievous glint flickered in his eyes. "Oh, this old dude? Yeah, he's definitely getting pranked."

He snuck up to the old man, tiptoeing, and then, in his best high-pitched voice, he shouted, "WATCH OUT! THE FLOOR IS LAVA!!"

The old man looked startled, then confused. "What? Lava?" He took a quick step back, his cane almost slipping from his hand.

Ahmed snickered to himself. "Oh yeah, you fell for it, old timer. Classic."

[+50 POINTS FOR PRANKING THE ELDERLY.]

His next target was a group of children playing near the fountain. Without a second thought, he marched up to them, shouted loudly, and started acting like he was getting attacked by invisible bees.

"AAAHHHH!!* Get them off me! The bees! They're attacking! AH—AHHH!!*"

The kids screamed and ran away, their laughter echoing through the streets. Ahmed just stood there, holding his stomach from laughing so hard. "Classic, classic! I'm so good at this."

[+275 POINTS FOR PRANKING THE CHILDREN.]

He kept going, pranking anyone he could find, from the local baker to a random tourist who had no idea what was happening. All the while, he was gaining points faster than ever before.

But soon, the exhaustion from all the trolling started to catch up with him again. He couldn't stop himself from collapsing onto the ground, breathless from the chaos he had just caused.

"I can't keep doing this," Ahmed panted. "I need rest. I need to regain my dignity—"

[SYSTEM ALERT: DIGNITY NOT AVAILABLE.]

Ahmed just lay there, staring up at the sky, defeated but strangely satisfied.

"You really outdid yourself this time, Ahmed," he muttered to himself, as the system continued to laugh in the background.

Epilogue: The End of the BeginningAhmed is now a 12-year-old, prank-mocking Kiddos.He is officially addicted to trolling.The system has zero shame.

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