Your friend Mike

Mike's eyes went wide as he picked up the familiar phone case.

"Yo, John's phone? How'd this end up here?" He muttered to himself, turning it over in his hands. The screen was already lit, displaying that strange silver eye and four pulsing buttons.

"What the hell app is this?" Mike tapped around the edges, trying to close it, swiping, pressing the back button—nothing worked.

"Come on, just close already," he grumbled, his thumb jabbing at the screen in frustration. Without thinking, his finger landed squarely on the **** option. **** . The screen flashed brightly, and Mike nearly dropped the phone as text rapidly scrolled across the display: Modification initiated... Target locked: John... Processing ****... Mike blinked, staring at the strange messages.

"What did I just do?" He whispered, but the app had already begun its work, John was sitting at his desk, completely unaware that his was about to undergo a transformation he never agreed to.