The Thirteenth Floor is Curious

The three of you follow Akira to the stairs. Walking behind her you get a mouthwatering view of her tight little ass.

You ascend the stairs, losing track of what floor you are at.

Akira stops. “A thirteenth floor? This way.”

She opens the door. Standing in your way is an enormous well muscled man. A demon you suspect.

“No one allowed on this floor.” He bellows.

You watch Akira move. She is like lightning. She hits the demon in the throat, sweeps with a leg sending the burly demon to the ground. Before you can even whistle, she stabs the demon with some sort of holy blade.

The demon begins to sizzle and smoke.

Instinctively, you grab your unholy rosary and silently give a prayer to demons. Strangely, it comforts you.

You stroll onto the thirteenth floor. The floor seems to be made of a red rubber like substance. It is polished and shiny. The walls seem are coated as well. Only the ceiling is white. You footfalls make no noise at all.

“Man this floor is messed up.” Says Emily to break the silence.

You nod in agreement. You think you see something move in the wall on your right. You turn to look at it.

You move your hand close to the wall. As Emily and Akira move further ahead, you see an imperfection in the wall. You touch it.

You feel rubbery fingers grab your hand. You start to scream, but another hand clamps itself over your mouth.

That’s when things get really strange. A leg steps out from the wall. A leg that looks exactly like yours. The rest of the person steps free from the wall and it looks exactly like you. Every detail, every imperfection of yours is precisely copied in this girl.

She gives you a friendly smile and holds a finger to her lips.

“Shh.”

You look at yourself in pure shock.

Do you struggle and try to get your friends attention or simply be quiet.