A/N: Hey everyone, this is my second story on here. Haven't really had time to work on my other story, so I thought you'd like something to hold you over until I can update. Anyway, this is a quick oneshot I wrote, enjoy (:
2 weeks after first infection
"Hello? Is there anyone out there? Please, help!"
I waited and waited for a response, but not one came. I was left alone in a world of these...things.
They were wretched, horrible things. They moved so fast and emitted horrid noises. But whatever they were, they weren't human...at least, not anymore.
I'd seen friends and family succumb to this disease, originally not thought to be a threat.
The name of this virus? Bieber Fever.
At first it wasn't much. You'd get a song stuck in your head, maybe catch yourself humming the tune subconsciously. However, it gets progressively worse.
You'd soon have the urge to listen to the music all the time. And when you knew all the words, you would crave more. So you buy merchandise.
T-shirts, posters, bracelets, nail polish, dolls. Whatever you could get your hands on.
And when these couldn't be obtained; the victims would turn vicious...yelling, screaming, begging, sometimes even crying.
The biggest disaster came when the merchandise all sold out. The infected began to change.
Regardless of past life, they all turned into small caucasian boys with the voice of a prepubescent girl. And they turned on those who weren't infected.
Now they roam the streets, singing their songs, swooping their hair, and looking for something to satisfy their urge.
The government tried to find the supposed source of infection, Justin Bieber...but he blends in with all the others.
The worst part is that I've been bitten, and I feel the transformation happening already.
I'm already getting shorter, my hair feels swoopier than usual, and I'm growing the beginnings of what may or may not be a dick.
And there's a song in my head I can't seem to shake out...
Baby, baby, baby, oooooh...
God have mercy on my soul.