Nick sat with his eyes clothes in a state of bliss. He had outsmarted the system and figured out definitively what he had been transformed into-
The clock struck 4:30, the desired time and Nick nearly fainted. For one, the object he had held as a clock was simply a much more buff version of him moving its arms around like a clock as it hung from the wall.
But the wall. It wasn’t a wall. It was more of those beautiful versions of himself. And him. Nick looked over himself to realize that he hadn’t always been like this, that none of what he thought to be real was in fact that. Real.
Nick began to feel very giddy. He rolled around on the floor (on the Nicks?) over every ripple and muscle. He jumped into Jesse’s bed with covers and sheets made entirely out of large attractive copies of himself. He rolled around in it with joy and pleasure. He ran quickly out of his room to explore this world. His world. He almost ran into someone on the way out having a dual moment of recognizing him as Nick from next door but also as an exact clone of himself indistinguishable from anything else in this world. He also suddenly was overcome by the fact that he was naked.
His neighbor Nick suddenly gave him a huge man hug. “How ya been Nick?” Nick asked.
“Not...not too bad,” Nick stuttered out.
“Well I’ll see you around,” the other Nick said. “I have to go for my bihourly run.”
And with that he ran off in a blink of an eye, going to fast for a normal person to follow and blending in with the rest of the world.
Nick realized that in this world, being modeled after him, he should share such characteristics as those around him. He had vivid memories of him running down the pavement (the Nicks?) at top speed. He prepared himself and suddenly darted forward into the park stopping just short of a tree, in which he saw a very strange figure lying above within the branches of Nicks.