A/N: Hello! Haven't seen me since my really sad graduation fic, and my Niff smut fic. At least I'm diverse, eh? Anyways, I got inspiration in the middle of the night, and this happened. I should probably say; Mick is back from Australia, and living in "Ra House". He's currently dating Joy. Well before, you know. But you know what I mean. There will be a few OCs from amun-boarding-rp (tumblr), and some story lines from there that I'll explain when it comes up in the story. (Also; it has NEVER been stated that the school is named Amun. The role play made that up, it is strictly from the mods heads.)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own House of Anubis, or any of the characters. Even the OCs. Those will (most likely) be from amun-boarding-rp, unless specified otherwise.

I sat on my bed. I just sat there. I wasn't doing anything, I didn't want to. I couldn't. I couldn't think straight, I couldn't even talk without getting upset. A week ago Joy Mercer went into the bathroom. Not an unusual occurrence, lots of people use the bathroom, obviously. But this time, this specific time, she never came out. She had taken a bottle of pills in with her. Locked the door, swallowed them all. It wasn't until Amber got extremely impatient, and Joy wouldn't respond that anyone knew. Amber had Victor bust the door down, causing everyone in Anubis to come out to the bathroom, to see what was going on. Once the door was down, something that still hasn't been replaced, causing an issue with sharing the boys bathroom, everyone saw Joy laying on the ground.

Fabian had run forward, checking her pulse. Trudy called 911, everyone else was stuck in the living room until everything was okay again. But it would never be okay again. They took her to the hospital, hoping for positive results, but none came. She was far gone, to never be seen again. Joy Mercer was dead.

And that leads us to me, sitting on my own, in my room. The rest of the house, minus Amber, who was sick at the time and had wanted to go, were at the school. Mr. Sweet had organized a memorial at Amun. I didn't go, I couldn't. I didn't want to. I couldn't handle it. I knew it was partly my fault she'd done it. I just... I knew. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard a knock and then scurrying feet at my door. It had to be Amber, she was the only one home. Even Trudy had gone to remember Joy's life.

I sighed and slowly got off my bed, heading towards the door. I swung it open, to see a box, looked like a shoe box, wrapped in brown paper and with neat handwriting on the top that spelled out "Jerome Clarke". I picked it up carefully before closing the door back and setting it down on my bed. I didn't bother to grab scissors or anything to cut it open, I just tore the paper off. I was right, it was in a shoebox. Size 7. Joy's size.

I took off the lid, and 13 CD cases lay inside. I took one out, looking at it. 'DVD #1' was written on it in what looked like purple nail polish. I wasn't sure what it was, but I was definitely curious, so I grabbed my laptop, setting it up on my bed. I took the DVD out of the case while it booted up. Once it was running, I quickly typed in my password and waited for everything to load. I opened the CD drive, taking out the Django Unchained DVD and placing in the one I'd received. I moved back onto the bed, and maneuvered the laptop so it was on my lap while the computer was reading the DVD and opening up the video player.

The video started and suddenly Joy Mercer was there, on my screen. My heart started beating faster as she just sort of stared at the camera for a second.

Hey.

Hey? Was that all? Was that all these stupid DVDs were there to say? No, not at all.

So... It's me, Joy. Live and in video. No return engagements. No encore. And this time, absolutely no requests. I hope you all are ready, because I'm about to tell you the story of my life. Or rather, why my life ended. And if you're watching this, you're one of the reasons why.

I knew it. I knew it. I was one of the reasons. I had contributed to the death of Joy Mercer.

Now, I'm not gonna tell you which video is yours. You'll just have to wait and find out. There are only two rules. Follow them, and you lot'll be fine. Rule 1. Watch these videos. 2. Pass them on to the person after you. Hopefully, neither will be easy for you. And you, lucky little number thirteen... You can take these videos to hell, and rot with them. Maybe I'll see you there. I'll also know if you don't pass the DVDs on. I've made copies of the DVDs, and given them to someone. If you don't, they'll be shared. Easy enough to comprehend, don't you think?

You're probably wondering why I chose 13. Well, it's a Bakers Dozen. I like to think that I'm generous, and generally nice. But a lot of you might disagree with that. A lot of you might say that I'm selfish, and rude. That's why I chose the number 13. The show of generosity is to give without expecting return. In a bakery a baker's dozen is thirteen goods for the price of a dozen. I've given to you all too much, and you've taken advantage of me. But you won't take advantage of me again. Never again.

I guess we should move on now then, to number 1.