It started like any normal day at Rescue Bots Academy. The students were chatting, the teachers were organizing, and Wedge was nervously rereading the fire safety manual for the sixth time.

Boulder stood at the front of the classroom, his usual calm smile in place. “Today,” he announced, “you’ll each research a moment in Earth’s history. You’ll learn about how humans grew, changed, and overcame struggles.”

Simple enough.

Except Whirl immediately searched “biggest Earth disasters” and it all went downhill fast.

One by one, the students picked their topics.

Whirl: Salem Witch Trials. Hoist: The Cold War. Medix: The Chernobyl Disaster. Wedge: Pompeii. You? The Holocaust.

Boulder, unaware of the emotional apocalypse he’d just launched, clapped his hands. “Can’t wait to see your presentations tomorrow!”

That night was rough. And the next morning?

Silence.

The room was dead quiet, the students wide-eyed and hollow. Medix had rebooted twice. Whirl clutched a pillow like a lifeline. Wedge hadn’t blinked in ten minutes.

Heatwave was doing roll call when he noticed you missing. He found you curled up in the corner, trembling, notes still clenched in your hands.

“…Oh. Scrap.”

He scooped you up gently and stormed back into the classroom. “Boulder, what did you do? These are kids, not trauma sponges!”

Boulder stammered, “I—I wanted them to learn—”

“Well, mission failed!” Heatwave barked. “Class dismissed. History is cancelled.”

He rounded up the entire class and led them to the lounge, passing out blankets and throwing Finding Nemo on every screen.

“No more volcanoes. No more plagues. Just fish. Lost fish. That’s it. That’s our history now.”

And he stayed there, arms full of emotionally fried students, until they finally started to breathe again.

History lesson terminated.