The No More Funny Story

In a world not unlike our own, there lived a man named Chuckles. Chuckles was no ordinary man; he had the powers of a god and the personality of a devil. With abilities like Homelander from “The Boys,” Chuckles could fly, shoot laser beams from his eyes, and crush steel with his bare hands. But there was a twist: Chuckles absolutely despised serious people. If you weren’t laughing, you were in danger.

One day, Chuckles decided he was tired of the world’s seriousness. He declared himself the leader of the world. People laughed at first, thinking it was a joke. But when Chuckles vaporized the United Nations building with a single glance, they realized he wasn’t kidding.

“From now on,” Chuckles announced, hovering in the sky, “the world will be a happy place. No more seriousness allowed!”

Everyone was terrified. Chuckles enforced his new rule with ruthless efficiency. Anyone caught frowning or looking too serious would be in for a painful lesson. His favorite punishment was removing people’s skin—slowly and painfully. This horrifying act quickly made people obey his rules.

One day, Chuckles was flying over a small town and saw a man named Bob sitting on a park bench, reading a serious-looking book. Chuckles landed with a thud, cracking the ground beneath him.

“What’s that you’re reading?” Chuckles asked, his eyes glowing with menace.

Bob looked up, trembling. “I-I-It’s a book on economics,” he stammered.

Chuckles frowned. “Economics? That’s way too serious. You know the rules!” He grabbed Bob by the collar and lifted him into the air.

“Please, I have a family!” Bob pleaded.

“Then you should have thought about that before reading serious stuff,” Chuckles said with a wicked grin. He raised his hand, ready to peel off Bob’s skin, when suddenly a small girl ran up to them.

“Stop! Please don’t hurt my daddy!” she cried, tears streaming down her face.

Chuckles paused. The girl was holding a teddy bear, looking up at him with big, frightened eyes. For a moment, Chuckles felt a pang of something. Was it… guilt? No, it couldn’t be. He shook his head.

“You should tell your daddy to smile more,” Chuckles said, dropping Bob to the ground. “This time, I’ll let it slide.”

The town breathed a collective sigh of relief as Chuckles flew off. But the fear remained. No one was safe from his twisted sense of humor.

In another part of the world, a group of scientists was working on a plan to stop Chuckles. They knew they had to act fast before he made the entire world his playground. They developed a special serum that could neutralize his powers.

One night, they managed to trick Chuckles into attending a “world’s funniest man” contest. Chuckles loved the idea and showed up, expecting to be entertained. The scientists spiked his drink with the serum.

As Chuckles took a sip, he suddenly felt weak. His powers started fading. Realizing what was happening, he tried to fly away but stumbled and fell to the ground.

The crowd gasped, then cheered as the scientists rushed in to restrain him. Finally, the reign of Chuckles was over. People around the world could breathe a sigh of relief and go back to their normal lives—without the fear of being skinned for being too serious.

In the end, Chuckles was imprisoned in a high-security facility where he couldn’t hurt anyone. The world learned an important lesson: sometimes, a good laugh is important, but too much laughter—especially forced laughter—can be a real killer.

The end.