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"Sir, it has requested to see her again. What should I do?", A tired and irate voice sounds before the person it belongs to downs another pot of coffee to stay awake. They have earplugs and a headset in, but they don't seem to be working very well to drown out the wails of ... that ... thing. They have to stay alert in order to make sure that it's contained, for the safety and sanity of all of humanity is at risk if it gets out again.
"Let her in Harrold. But, monitor them closely and tag the visitor so that we can tell them apart afterwards. We don't need a repeat of what happened last winter.", The voice on the other end says with an air of authority that soon melts into concern, "Are you sure you don't want someone to fill in for you? You've been working yourself to death all year.".
"No, sir I don't need a break. I'm the only one who was able to keep it contained for even this long. We can't have it starting to escape in July, can we?", They say with a yawn.
The buzz of a door sounds and a heavy door opens as light footsteps get closer. "I'll take you to them Miss Carey. I know you don't enjoy seeing it. But, it's very close to that time of year again and it requested to see you.", Harrold tells the woman as he leads her towards a much heavier door as the buzzing old florescent lighting blinks occasionally. The wails get louder and become somewhat intelligible, "I d- -a- alot for Christmas. There i- -st one thing I NEED!", is heard ominously echoing through the hall as they get closer to the containment cell.
The visitor winces at what they hear. "I don- -are ab-t the pres- underneath the chrISTMAS TR-", in an airily singing voice grows louder and clearer through the hall now, but is cut off by a deep metallic knock on the heavy reinforced door. "Who is it?!", is heard behind the door in a very cheerful and bubbly tone.
"I-I can do this.", the visitor says to hype herself up, "I can face it again....", they try to convince themselves as they straighten up to steel themselves for what's to come.
"So that we don't have a repeat of last time, here's your armband, Miss Carey.", Harrold says tiredly as he hands a red and green band to her.
"Festive.... Especially when it's only the start of October.", the visitor replies with sarcasm as they put it on.
"We have to have some sense of humor, especially when dealing with ... it ... all year.", Harrold replies with a dry and forced chuckle.
Harrold reaches towards the door and opens a window for seeing inside. It appears to be a large padded cell, but what's standing right at the door.... It appears to be Mariah Carey with messy hair, dressed in a festive gown. The exact same woman as the visitor.... The clone has a huge grin on her face upon seeing her original.
"The records company went too far....", The visitor mutters under their breath as they force a smile for the thing they're looking at.
Harrold keys in the pincode for the door and a heavy clunk and squeaky hinges now echo as it starts to open. It goes completely dark and gleeful laughing is heard all around, echoing off the walls in the pitch black as it moves towards them quickly. "My god!!!", Harrold exclaims. "CONTAINMENT BREACH I REPEAT WE HAVE A CONTAINMENT BREACH!!!", He yells frantically into his radio, but is greeted with only static and silence. Everything seems very bleak right now.
"Who let that thing ou-!?!?", Is heard fearfully screamed in the distance before getting cut off. The Announcement System speakers crackle to life and echo in the darkness with a repeating crackly chant, "Make my wish come true. Oh baby, all I want for Christmas IS YOU!!!!!"