"My Setting Is Higher Than Yours!"**
Dr. Tamar's words didn't just stun Leo Murphy—
they shocked the entire livestream audience.
He could hear the narration.
Which meant…
He also possessed a God's-eye perspective.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
"I get it now."
Nick Fury snapped his fingers.
"When entering a lower-narrative plane, the Pataphysics Division retains an upper-layer perspective."
Natasha Romanoff smirked.
"So they really do play by different rules."
She glanced back at the screen.
"Wanna bet he actually succeeds?"
Fury chuckled.
"If Leon Lake says he won't…
the outcome speaks for itself."
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Inside the Narrative
[Narrator: What is he talking about? Something's wrong.]
Murphy's gaze sharpened with unease.
Dr. Tamar continued calmly:
"You aren't a man.
You're a fictional construct — a narrative anomaly.
A story that distorts reality by flattening it into a noir detective screenplay."
Murphy froze—
and the narrator's voice trembled.
[Narrator: This isn't… what?]
Tamar stepped forward, relentless:
"And let's be honest —
this isn't even real noir."
Murphy blinked. "I… don't qualify?"
"Not even close," Tamar scoffed.
"A noir protagonist has no way forward.
He has no hope.
He rots in a futureless world.
But you?"
Tamar gestured at him like trash.
"You're a cape-chasing escapist with a trench coat, a fedora, and a bottle of cheap whiskey."
Every sentence stabbed directly into Murphy's identity.
The livestream went wild—
> "🔥 Critical hit! Tamar rolled a NAT 20!"
"This is narrative bullying 💀"
"He's breaking his character setting ON PURPOSE!"
"Real psychological warfare!"
Murphy's face fell half-into shadow — thick black ink lines forming across him.
He looked confused… almost smudged.
Then he muttered:
"Where… am I?
What's happening?"
The audience froze.
> "That's NOT amnesia…
That's a different person."
---
Stark Industries
Tony's eyes widened.
"Oh SH*T.
This isn't Murphy anymore."
He snapped upright.
"This is Murphy Luden —
the author of SCP-3143!"
---
Back in the Narrative
Dr. Tamar smiled victoriously.
"You rely on noir tropes —
rebelling against them in appearance while secretly worshipping them.
Hyper-masculinity draped over city-grit aesthetics…"
Murphy blinked like a civilian.
"What are you talking about…?"
Tamar ignored him.
"But you completely failed to recreate the dense moral contradictions of true noir."
He leaned close.
"You are an accident.
An irony.
A poor imitation."
Murphy flinched — his voice flickering between characters.
"What—what's happening?!"
Tamar didn't stop.
"And worst of all?
Your name is a terrible pun."
Murphy finally snapped:
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"
Tamar declared coldly:
> "Deconstructing you… SCP-3143.
This is containment."
Murphy lurched — and then his demeanor flipped again.
Now terrified.
"Wh-where am I? Who am I?"
Tamar dropped the final blow:
"You are Murphy Luden, a retired shoe salesman from New Jersey.
You live alone — with two cats."
Murphy's breath stopped.
"I… Oh God.
Why am I here?"
"We believe you accidentally created an intrafictional construct.
Remember your film script — It Keeps Raining?"
"I… I think so…
Oh God…"
Tamar softened — victorious.
"We've made excellent progress today, Mr. Luden.
Take some time to rest.
We'll continue later."
"O-okay. I just… need to think."
---
Reality Snaps Back
The Foundation interview room returned.
Dr. Tamar set down his pen.
His face lit with smug satisfaction.
He turned to Leon Lake.
"As you can see — my plan succeeded."
August's jaw dropped.
"You mean — you contained SCP-3143?"
Tamar stiffened — clearly annoyed.
"Not yet. But next time, I'll finish the deconstruction!"
August quickly nodded and turned to Leon.
"Dr. Lake — you're truly our lucky charm!"
Leon remained expressionless.
"Lucky charm?"
His attention drifted to the overflowing document
— and the strange gleam in his eyes returned.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
The agents still hadn't recovered.
They were quite simply—
in awe of pataphysics.
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