Communicating with....Sam?

"Whats going on?!" Sam yelled, "Why does my curse have my own voice?"

"Is that me?" The voice asked.

"This is very confusing," the mystic pondered, "it appears that you're cursed with yourself..."

"No! Thats not it," the voice said, "I'm not doing any of this....not intentionally, anyway"

"What is going on?!" Sam asked.

"Sam...whatever you do, do NOT accept the wardrobe! You can break this! You can set us free!"

"Its too late! Thats why I'm talking to you! So I can be freed from this curse!"

"Oh no...not another one..." the voice said, "I had suspected as much, its just hard to tell with every perspective..."

"What the hell are you talking about?!" Sam pleaded.

"Yes....technically I'm the one cursing you...."

"Why?! Why are you doing this to me?!"

"I'm cursed too..."

"What?"

"The person that initiated this curse arranged did it in such a way that we're stuck in a cumulative time loop. Which each cycle more of our perspectives accumulate, each of us unwillingly controlling the other...each of us experiencing what the others experience....theres no peace..."

"What are you saying?!"

"I assume at this point....you've already...'served' the president of the company...?"

Amber looked at Sam with wide eyes and a smirk.

"Can we...not mention that in front of current company..."

"Thats the least of your worries. I'll take that as a yes...now imagine experiencing that a thousand times but all at once."

"There are a thousand of you?!"

"Can't say at this point...the number of us exceed any conceivable horizon...."

"B-b-but, whats behind all of this..."

"I....can't...say...please...drop it..."

"I need to find out whats behind all of this if I'm to have any hope of escaping it."

"Listen to me...there's no escape, especially if you continue to push this..."

"I don't believe you."

"I know you don't. Could you do me a favor? Could you call me Sam? I want to hear my real name instead of 'Lexi'"

"Okay," Sam said, "you are-"

Sam was cut off by the mystic, "I've got a way to channel the source behind this spiritual feedback pollution. I'm channeling it now."

There was no plea from the voice from before, meaning that the mystic must have banished it.

Sam could feel the pink sensation return as the mystic must be channeling more energy into drawing it forward. The anxiety began to fill Sam, but in a different way before. He didn't feel the anxiety of losing control- he felt the anxiety of the voice from before. From the peripheral of his mind, he acknowledged the concern expressed from his voice, but he couldn't discern the source of said anxiety.

"I'm not sure this is a good idea..." Sam questioned.

"I've gotten us this far," the mystic said, "you're going to be alright. I can rid you of this curse once we determine its source"

Sam felt himself falling through the endless spirial the voice from before discussed, growing more concerned as he made his way closer to the source.

"I....think you should stop..." he said, feeling the approaching danger but not able to know what it was.

The mystic ignored Sam's worries as she continued to channel energy tunneling her way to the source.

Sam's internal hesitation grew until he finally understood the source and why the voice from before was **** to tell them what he knew....he saw her face.

"STOP THIS NOW!" Sam ordered.

"Relax! I've got it!" The mystic cheered, "curse! what is your interest with Sam here?!"

"No! Make her go away!" Sam pleaded.

"Payback," the voice said.

Amber's face grew in delight as she heard her own voice talking from nowhere.