"Hahaha… Die, trash! You fake pieces of garbage!" Carlos Beckman roared with manic delight, his voice echoing unnaturally through the water via sound transmission.
Tyler's eyes narrowed behind his mask. His voice dropped into a low, resonant growl. "What do you mean, fake? You're the illusion. You're the fake here."
Carlos didn't even register the words, too consumed by his own fury. But Fred Beckman's gaze flickered, his face briefly losing its composure. He hesitated before muttering, "Fake…? Are we fake? Like… a character in a story?"
Lily blinked, cocking her head. "Wait— is he trying to break the fourth wall right now?"
