The Clone Mansion

I flipped the switch and the beast of a machine roared to life. Sometimes I just liked to come and admire it. It was by far my best invention. The clone machine was beautiful. It looked like a large white copying machine. It'd taken me ten years to build. It was my most prized possession. Next to my clones. I loved every single one of them, and there were thousands. Especially Wishes. She was a rarity with her non-existent neck and outfits that were uniquely her. She had beautiful long blonde hair and big blue eyes. I hadn't expected to fall in love with one of my clones, but I couldn't deny the chemistry between us. I was a scientist after all. "Dilion, eww." I turned to see Dorothy glaring at me. Dorothy was my least favorite clone. She always has a terrible attitude. She parades around in stripper heels and a very obviously fake, fuzzy brown wig despite having a full head of silver hair. She was one of the first clones I created, and she had gotten a little too comfortable. I had devised a language that I could speak to the clones in. It sounded fairly similar to common English, but it wasn't. It sounded like a bunch of uneducated hillbillies. This certainly wasn't the case. It was the least suspicious language I could create. "Dorothy!" I growled. When I said her name like this it meant trouble for her and she knew it. She had been told not to come in here. It was completely off-limits. I'd caught her trying to recreate her ex-boyfriend Norman multiple times. Dorothy was also the most disobedient of the clones. I was close to putting her in isolation again. "I just like came here to like tell you that Elijah is like running around, eww, like naked again." Dorothy spoke like a young highschool girl who spent way too much time on social media. To most, her fragmented sentence would've made no sense. They would think that she telling me Eljah was running around butt-naked. She told me that Elijah was out spilling our secrets again. Decoding our language took more thought than most people were capable of. I slammed my hands down hard on the white granite table. Our home, the clone mansion contained nothing but the best, most extravagant décor. "No he ain't. He's gonna have to wear clothes. He knows he's going to have to wear clothes." His clothing was a muzzle and a pair of sunglasses that made us invisible to those around us. Elijah was the sweetest of the clones. His main goal in life was to find love. The funny thing was that he'd already found it with his reflection. He was the most trusting with the locals. To my annoyance, he frequently gave things away. We could have none of that right now. I ran out into the hallway. "Elijah it ain't what's happening, put your clothes on." Elijah emerged from behind a door on a little red scooter. He sat and used his hands to propel him forward. Elijah had the most strength of the clones, which was what made him valuable. I made him conserve his energy. He was sort of like a cheetah, he only had extreme strength in short burst. It only lasted so long. He wasn't aloud to walk, or even stand up. We called this plan chronic fatigue. The locals found it amusing. The locals were idiots. "I LOVE MYSELF!" Elijah screamed in his fake deep voice as he moved closer to me. This is how he told me he'd fallen in love with one of the locals. When he said this, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I'd have to do damage control later for sure. "Elijah, we ain't the naked kind. You gots to get dressed." I said, putting a muzzle around his mouth, effectively shutting him up. He looked down, upset. This time I didn't even feel bad for him, I was becoming immune to his sob stories. Something important I've learned is that it's impossible to make everyone happy, so I quit trying to. I checked my watch. 1:48 A.M. "Dorothy tell Wishey we meetin' at 0'clock." I said, pushing Elijah's scooter in that direction. O'clock meant at the start of a new hour. We were all to meet at 2:00 A.M. "Eww." Dorothy said in agreement. Good, she was finally learning to take orders. I heard a single loud knock on the door. I ran to meet the intruder. I slit the door open. "I can't be doing nothin' Grantheis." I tried. Grantheis was our next door neighbor. He was similar to Squidward off of SpongeBob, but with the mouth of a trucker. His real name was Grant. "Get your weirdos the h*** out of my house!" He said angrily. Two of my clones, Chanrelle and Elijah had been camping out at his place. We had all had a premonition that a Chanrelle clone would be at his house soon, so they were to stay there. Our gut instincts were never wrong. Grant hated the invasion of privacy and was constantly coming over to yell at me about it. I didn't care. The guy loved to fight and if it's wasn't about this he'd find something else to be mad about. "I ain't them and they ain't me." I replied. I had no desire to ask them to leave him alone. "Seriously? They are f***ing terrible to live with." He sighed. "There's like no chance of me having a girl over with them obnoxiously rolling around upstairs. They don't even try to be discrete." "Then you're with the woman you shouldn't be." I shook my head. He was the town heart throb. I didn't like him, not one bit. He'd stolen Wishes heart. He took her from me. That, in my book, was unforgivable. "No, nobody wants to be assaulted by one of your dumb-a** weirdos. There is no woman that would want that." He shifted impatiently. I can't even lock him out, Wishes put his fingerprint in the system so he can get in anytime. "Don't even fight with me Grantheis." I warned him. I c****d my head dramatically to one side. He smirked. "You're an f***ing weirdo Dillion, get help." He rolled his eyes and walked away. I howled after him, letting the clones know not to come out. He turned back wide-eyed and flipped me off. This is going to be a long day. I locked the door behind me. "And stay out." I mumbled when I knew he was out of range, knowing if he heard me he'd be over here in a instant. I felt tired. In times like these though, sleep is not an option. "Get it going everybody!" I yelled through the long silver hallways. It was my way of telling them to get ready for our meeting. I went into the cloning room and stared one last time at the precious machine and smiled. It was good to be in charge. I shut the door and typed in the code. I kept this code a secret from the others. I didn't need them creating any more unyielding clones for me to tame. The clones were all unique. They had their own look, personality, and abilities. Which meant they didn't always agree with me or each other. It was growing increasingly hard to keep them under control. No matter what though, we all had the same goal in mind. As long as that stayed the same there wouldn't be a problem.