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You get the link in an email. Up and coming new star wants you to watch their new song they just posted on Youtube. It’s a holiday song and is terribly catchy, though after you listen to it, you find yourself getting quite sleepy. The tiredness persists, and you only want to sleep.

The first nap lasts an hour or so, but you wake up hungry with the song still playing in your head. After eating you again sleep, and you don’t wake again until the next day.

When you go back to try and listen to the song again though, there is no email. And Googling it shows no results.

Weird.


Sometimes, Tobias really needed to just take things slow. Not just you know, jump blindly into things without a care in the world and end up clicking links in e-mails he was certainly not signed up on from his own will and probably had his information sold to a third party and thus that was how he got this weird spam, (sometimes about his upcoming pregnancy which was the weirdest thing of all). No, Tobias was the kind of modern day idiot to open an e-mail from a person he did not know what so ever, click the link at 4am when half asleep and stupid, not thinking, and maybe not only infect his computer with a virus, but get an ear worm in the form of a little seasonal tune. Not even a poppin beat, just a little tune that one might have heard on the radio- that kind of ear worm that would refuse to leave even after listening to Mr. Brightside like, 8 times.
And Mr. Brightside still slaps as the saying went- (which was also the most true statement one might make).

Flicking the video of the song closed, Tobias yawned and booted up the anti-virus and malware programs on his computer. He might as well. His dumb idiot self probably just gave away his entire system’s data for some third party marketing team in china or Russia but really, who could say. They probably sold it from the NSA surveillance network already. Or something.
The screen glowed a soft blue and he blinked, mind muddling as he tried to ignore that song still playing in his head. Worse than that ******** baby shark nonsense. Or that Jonny Jonny crap. God he hated viral sensation videos. They could all die.
Grumbling, he laid his head on his desk, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop thinking of the song that came in the link.

Waking up later, Tobias groaned. That song was playing in his head as he woke, and also his body was yelling at him for having not eaten. Meandering to his fridge, he looked at what he had as far as options went. Toast if he decided to bother. Day old take out from that Mexican place. Some fruit. Yogurt cups, (all vanilla flavor), and…. One plate of half eaten pasta from three days ago and looking dried out and very sad. It was honestly, a s**t show. This is what he got for being lazy really. But his body demanded food and he grabbed the bread moving to the toaster and pulling out the butter. Three minutes later, he had buttered toast, and he even went so far as to put a bit of jelly jam on a slice for added flavor.

Hunger sated he went back to bed, still with the infernal song playing in his head. Lord help him, he wanted to drown it out. Setting his phone to play some white noise helped, and he did sleep. Granted, for a whole day, but he did sleep.