She entered the house relieved to be home after a long day of work. She set her briefcase down on the table along and turned on her laptop. The scent of vanilla lingered in the air from the scented candle. At her command the T.V came to life and was playing some sort of new reality horror show, but she found the fake laughter annoying so she turned it off. The newspaper on the table from three days ago told of a robotic terrorist attack in a train terminal a year ago. On the refrigerator was a photo of her now graduated nephew Ricky, who she remembered lost his boyfriend Drake to a suicide.
A noise from upstairs interrupted her. She went to go see what it was. As she topped the stairs she proceeded to the office. Upon her entrance she was alarmed to see a dark figure sitting in the chair in front of the computer.
“It’s good to be back.” said the figure.
“Who are you?” she asked cautiously.
“Who am I? I am your creator.” he replied.
He turned to the computer.

“Hello Ficlets, I’m back.”