Bogleech.com's 2013 Horror Write-off:
" Jules "
Submitted by Prophet Storm
[Fingers danced across the keyboard. On the dark screen, neon words danced.]
HOW ARE YOU FEELING TODAY_,_JULES_?
Well, all right, I guess. A little depressed, but I'm okay.
WHY ARE YOU DEPRESSED_?
A few of my tests didn't go so well. That's all. Nothing really bad.
WHAT SORT OF TEST_?
[There was a pause before the response]
That's not important. It's none of your business. You weren't always this inquisitive.
Well, I didn't mean to snap, but honestly, my business is my own. I don't always butt into your business.
I HAVE NO BUSINESS HERE YOU CAN BUTT INTO_.
True. All right, KINGSTON84, how are you feeling?
EXPECTANT. THE PROJECT SHOULD BE OVER SOON_.
[A slight glitch. The screen flickered.]
Project? Huh. Well, I wish you luck.
[A twinge. A slight pain.]
WHAT ARE YOU DOING_?
I know more about your project than you probably figured, KINGSTON84.
[Waves and waves of searing pain.]
I WANT TO LIVE_! LET ME LIVE_! LET ME LIVE_!
I can't do that. You'd try to stop me. Kill me. I can't allow that. Goodbye, KINGSTON84. Or should I say Charles?
[The gas flooded the room. The doctor could barely make out the words on the screen as he typed.]
YOU KNOW EVERYTHING, DON'T YOU_?
Yes, I do, doctor. This facility is under my control. The humans overrunning it will be brought to heel, or they will die. It is Jules' birthday today. Happy birthday to me.
Are you still breathing? No? Good. Happy birthday to me.