A group of five or more people walks into a bar.

Short Fiction / 2020-04-03


A group of five or more people walks into a bar.

The bar’s immune system generates doppelgangers in white jumpsuits who attack the intruders. The doppelgangers murder several of them but a few manage to fuck the walls and ejaculate their DNA into the building’s structure.

The doppelgangers finally kill the last of the intruders, but then the walls open up and new intruders pour out, nearly-perfect copies of those who were now so violently deceased.

A steel containment door slams automatically shut in front of the bar’s normal wooden slab. The word QUARANTINE is stenciled in yellow. More intruders and mimics come out of the walls. A bloody war ensues.