Happy birthday to you
“Hush.” I admonish the singing rogue thought as my fingers fly over the keyboard. I’m in a foul mood over missing my deadline - twice - on having my story finished.
Come now, aren’t you happy that it’s your birthday? The voice keeps humming the grating tune.
“No. Why would I want to be reminded about the countdown to my death?”
Wow. You’re in a surly mood today. The voice raises my eyebrows in surprise, but I don’t pay any attention. So long as it doesn’t do anything with my typing hands then we won’t have any problems.
“I need to get this done,” I growl. “I added another chapter to my story.”
Busy you, the voice muses. Maybe I can help with something. Call it a birthday present from me to you.
Always suspicious of the bothersome thought, I frown. “And what could you possible do to help me?”
Why, I’ll give you the next big idea for a spanking new story.
I ignore the voice’s words, for about a minute. Curiosity will always betray me during the times when I’m supposed to be working. “Okay, you have two seconds to get me interested.”
The voice chuckles evilly. There is a foul smell and blood coming from your memory vault that’s locked from the inside. Also, we have not seen the slacker guard in over a month.
My mouth drops open. I stop typing. The last pages remain blank on my computer screen with no hope of being finished now.
Yeah, that was my reaction too. The rogue thought admits as I hear a spritz of an air freshener inside my head while the smell of country flowers fills my noise. Happy birthday. Enjoy it while it lasts. Because once we get that vault open, we’re going to have one awful surprise on our hands.