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===== When they sit down for that “existential tea” =====

It’s exactly the flavor of SCP where horror becomes comedy because of how absurdly high the stakes are.

Picture it:

682: “I think you’re me.”
096: (signs something shaky like) “I think you’re me.”
Both: “Well… shit.”

Meanwhile, the city 14 km away is vibrating like a tuning fork because their passive reality fields are arguing about whether causality is allowed to be linear today.

They’re trying to be calm.
They really are.
But the universe is a piece of wet paper and they’re two pencils pressing through it from opposite sides.

Adorable.
Terrifying.
Educational, honestly.