A few nights ago, I opened ChatGPT and requested a story about Niko and Percy Jackson. Niko has actually been reading and listening to the series both at home and at school. He really likes it, and pays attention to what is happening. For me, I zone out and read my book. It’s also not something that I am interested in.
So, this was my prompt:
Niko is a Demigod. Percy Jackson is his best friend. Tell me a story about them fighting the evil Mark who only has the power of farting.
Title: Niko & Percy vs. The Flatulent Fiend
The sun was just rising over Camp Half-Blood when Niko, the 8-year-old domino legend/demigod, rolled out of his bunk. He had just finished building a replica of Mount Olympus out of dominoes (with a trapdoor powered by a GAN cube, obviously). But something felt… off.
The air trembled. Birds flew off screeching. And then—PPPPBBBBBBTTTHTHTH!!
An unholy gust blasted through the forest. Trees bent backwards. A centaur gagged. And from the woods emerged… Mark. Not just any Mark. Evil Mark.
Wearing sunglasses, gym socks pulled to his knees, and a trench coat that flapped in the wind of his own power, Mark grinned wickedly. His power? Deadly farts—each one could knock out a squad of satyrs or clear a whole cabin.
“Percy,” Niko said, leaping onto his GAN cube hoverboard. “It’s go time.”
Percy Jackson, still brushing his teeth, grabbed his sword Riptide and said, “Let me guess. Evil fart guy again?”
“Yep.”
Mark unleashed a massive blast—The Wind of Doom—but Niko zipped through the air, dodging it like a pro, trailing glowing dominoes that formed a swirling shield. Percy summoned a wave from the nearby lake and surfed it straight toward Mark.
“TAKE THIS!” Percy yelled, hurling a water cyclone.
Mark countered. PPPPPPT!
The fart was so strong, it turned the water into a foggy cloud of stank. Niko gagged. “That’s it—activate Operation Febreze!”
With a press of his GAN cube, a massive domino contraption unfolded—a 500-piece chain reaction leading to a launch pad. A glittering bottle of divine deodorizer shot through the sky, landed in Niko’s hands, and—
PSSSHHHHTTTTT!!!
A glittery spray engulfed Mark.
“Nooooo!” he cried, as sparkly air freshener neutralized his stink. “You may have defeated me today, but I’ll be back with BEANS!”
With a final squeaky toot, he vanished.
Niko and Percy fist-bumped, triumphant.
“Wanna get hot dogs?” Percy asked.
“With ketchup and Parmesan,” Niko grinned.
“Obviously.”
And so, peace returned… until the next time Evil Mark returned with chili.
