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[fonicfraccion]

[Something's not quite right here, so naturally, it really must be wrong. After all, who just leaves a scrumptious looking triple layer cake with butter cream frosting just sitting on a table in the middle of a street? Certainly not a dorky not-quite-alive replica on the look out for specimens that honestly thinks humans are dumb enough to fall

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[replicavan]

[HAPPILY EATIN' UR CAKE.]

[fonicfraccion]

[...wow, two Van's in one cake. WHAT ARE THE ODDS.]

[Say hello to fraccion Luke's cage of awesome, Van.]

[replicavan]

[This little replica looks up and notices the cage, but doesn't seem too concerned about it. He's on the cake-side of the bars after all.]

[fonicfraccion]

[...Luke would have probably laughed at the adorable if he didn't realize this was a replica. He floated down, frowning at the individual on the other side of the bars.]

...not quite how I would anticipate you to react, Van.

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[replicavan]

[You look familiar...] ...Luke?

[replicavan]

[He grins and holds the cake up to the bars so Luke can have some.] Cake!

[fonicfraccion]

...

[I'm sorry, the replica you have dialed is not at the brain. Please leave a message at the-- WHAAAAAAAAT?!]

[Luke stared for a long moment, before he finally found the voice to speak.]

I can't believe I'm asking this, but... Van, are you all right?

[replicavan]

Mhmm. [He takes a big bite out of the cake and grins, frosting covering his mouth and beard. He is the happiest replica for he has cake.]

[fonicfraccion]

[...well, Luke's brain is officially broken. He reached up, pinching the bridge of his nose. This had to be some kind of trick. Or someone dropped Van on his head. Or an alternate world Tear shoved her staff through Van's head and lobotomized him instead of completely missing back at the manor.]

[Okay, he knew none of that made sense, he was just trying to come up with something that did.]

[replicavan]

[While Luke thinking about stuff the replica just ate half of this cake...Which seems to be the limit as he wraps an arm around his stomach and groans.]

[fonicfraccion]

...well, you were not supposed to eat that much of it.

[He feels like he's talking to a child.]

...

[LIGHTBULB.]

You're a replica.

[Mind. Blown.]

[replicavan]

[He shoves the cake aside, the frosting no longer looking so irresistibly appetizing, and looks up at Luke.]

...Replica?

[fonicfraccion]

[Oh how deliciously ironic. He was going to enjoy this.]

A copy. You're a copy of someone else.

[replicavan]

A copy...?

What's that mean?

[fonicfraccion]

[...sudden infinite sympathy for Guy. And Natalia. But mostly Guy.]

When you have a copy, it means you have two things that are the same.

[replicavan]

So there are two of me?