[ WP ] Reddit tags have been magically applied to real life objects and places . You wake up to find a tag floating above your head , marking you .

`` £1 million for his head.'' I leaned against the sink and peered into the mirror. Attempted to erase the tag on my console. No such luck. 
 
 I did n't know why it had been placed there, but there was one thing I was sure of: I had to find out who had tagged me so I could hear their reason why. I booted up my console again as I sat on the bathroom countertop, stealing glances at my reflection in the mirror - hoping the tag would change. I did not notice my crazed eye and unbrushed hair; I just saw the green text floating above my head - quite literally a death sentence. 
 
 I found the update to my tag and searched its IP address to see where the perpetrator lived. 
 
 Odd. It looked like he should be on top of me right now, the marker was so close. And I did n't live in a flat, either... 
 
 `` Mum? Dad?'' I called. For the first time, I realised how quiet it was in the house. I opened the bathroom door and peered out. Nothing. I tiptoed downstairs. Saw them eating a quiet breakfast in the dining room. 
 
 `` Mum? Dad?'' I hesitated. They looked up, taking in the neon sign above my head when they caught sight of me. 
 
 `` What's that, son?'' My dad asked after a moment's silence. 
 
 `` I was going to ask you both the same question. I tracked it to this house.'' 
 
 He stood up slowly. `` Are you... accusing *us* of doing this to you?'' 
 
 They both gave me a look which made my heart flip: disappointment. 
 
 `` Well who else could it be? It's not like I... did it...'' Images began flooding my mind and I was too embarrassed to continue. For in actual fact, I *had* drank a lot last night and vaguely recalled messing around with my console before going to bed. I thought harder, willing myself to remember. And then it hit me: I had done it. I had called my friend up and, giggling, had entered it in to `` see what happened.'' 
 
 Idiot. 
 
 `` You were saying?'' He looked down at me even from ten feet away. I suddenly felt very small. 
 
 `` Nothing.'' I muttered. So that's why I could n't erase the message. Everyone knows setting your own tag is like giving yourself a nickname and asking your friends to call you it, so the powers made them permanent if you set your own. 
 
 My father nodded and sat back down. 
 
 `` Sorry,'' I mumbled, `` could you delete my tag for me?'' 
 
 He looked hard at me - both right through me and right into me all at once. Then he chuckled. `` I dunno. I want to see what happens if you go outside with it on.'' He laughed.
