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So, I was 13 when this all happened. Yes, I know, "thirteen is an unlucky number”number", blah blah blah, shut up. It’s the facts, plain and simple. What, am I supposed to say I was 14? Because I wasn’t.
 
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. "WHAT THE HECK DID YOU DO TO MY LAPTOP?!”"
 
"W-we were just messing w-with one of t-the games! We d-didn’t expect it to do this!”" One of them sputtered. He pointed at one of many gory, gruesome pictures flashing across the screen. "W-what do you even store on this computer that it’s doing this?”"
 
As I took a closer look at the pictures, they all looked similar. I blinked, and realized. "Oh. Now I know what these are. These are just screenshots from my video games, guys. What’s so scary?”" I closed the game tab and frowned at my browser. "And what’s with Ouija board tab open?”"
 
"Oh, we were messing around with that, too.”" Allie (names are changed for privacy reasons) shrugged. She always was hard to scare. "It just introduced itself as Zozo, and then the game opened by itself.”"
 
I paused, puzzled. "Are you sure you didn’t install a virus on my computer? Because I will literally kill you if you did.”" All three shake their heads yes, and I sigh with relief. "Well, in that case, you summoned a demon on my computer and I’m STILL gonna kill you. Just not literally.”"
 
‘Zozo’ chose that moment to make itself known. The tab started glitching out, and I frowned. "You stop that, you bastard. Get off of my computer or I’ll stab you.”"
 
The screen only glitched more in response, before forming the letters, "No escape.”"
 
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.
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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. "What the…what’s going on here? Is this like the plot of a terrible creepypasta?”"
 
A figure emerged from the shadows. "No. You are a lab rat for an experimental potion-like substance that we found randomly sitting beside some old game cartridge in a dumpster. We believe it has the blood of gods in it, or it could just be trash goo.”"
 
"Isn’t this illegal? Not to mention unhygienic.”"
 
"Shut up and drink your milk.”" The figure jammed a carton of milk into my hands. I raised my eyebrows. "Um, I can’t exactly drink anything like this.”"
 
"Oh, for god’s sake….fine! Jesus!”" The figure untied me, and I promptly judo-kicked him in the face like a proper lady should when being tied up in an unhygienic lab by people I can only assume were either A, perverts, B, not scientists, C, stupid, or D, all of the above.
 
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. "TELL ME WHAT’S GOING ON HERE.”"
 
"U-um, we are worshippers of the great god Zozo, god of destruction, death, and-" I cut him off mid-sentence. "Wait, Zozo? Weird demon guy? Why does he have a stupid name? Do you know? Why are you injecting trash goop into people? Who else is here??”"
 
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.
 
"So, we break in, shoot or disembowel everyone, and run out?”" I asked. The cat, whom I’d christened Christessa, nodded. We bumped fists - or paws -and headed out.
 
That about brings us up to now. Everyone in that lab is dead, and all the test subjects freed.
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