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So, I was 13 when this all happened. Yes, I know,
Sorry. Off topic again.
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It was my birthday, and of course all three of my friends were there. We were messing around with my computer, and I left the room to get some tea. I’m addicted to the packets that you can get for cheap at the store. Can’t go a day without the stuff.
Anyway, they must have been messing around with my save files for the various video games on my laptop, because the next thing I know, all three of them are screaming as weird pictures flash on the screen. At this point, I walk back in, take a sip of tea, look at the screen, and promptly spit it back out.
As I took a closer look at the pictures, they all looked similar. I blinked, and realized.
I paused, puzzled.
‘Zozo’ chose that moment to make itself known. The tab started glitching out, and I frowned.
The screen only glitched more in response, before forming the letters,
I threw the laptop across the room. It broke, making an odd staticky noise as it shattered. Which laptops aren’t generally supposed to do when thrown, but whatever.
Two days later, I was drinking more tea (see above paragraph) when my cat attacked my leg. This was a daily assurance, but today’s attack seemed to have more urgency in it. I pushed her off of my leg and stood up.
When I came to, I was in a lab. I know, plot of every lab-based horror movie or horror story ever, but I’m serious. It was an ultra-modern lab, and in a tank was a hyper-realistic Sam the Septic Eye. Or, well, it looked like that through the green tank and green goo. (I’m a total JackSepticEye nerd.) I, myself, was strapped to a table, with some IV in my arm, because apparently they had time to do that.
I attempted to sit up, to no avail.
A figure emerged from the shadows.
I picked up the idiot in a black lab coat. He stared at me with frightened eyes, and I looked at him with fury in my eyes.
The man fainted. I dropped him, picked out my IV, and jammed it in the artery on his neck. As I left the room, using his keycard to exit, I flipped him the bird.
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We had gone on a lab-worker-murder spree, and were now plotting our next move - to a lab near my hometown, BioDen. Rumor had it that they’d managed to turn the crappiest creepy pastas into reality, which was truly a crime against humanity.
That about brings us up to now. Everyone in that lab is dead, and all the test subjects freed.
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