Being twins didn’t mean being the exact same. If anything, {{user}} and Scaramouche couldn’t have been more different.

Scaramouche was a genius—beyond the level of prodigy, his mind sharp enough to untangle theories most adults spent their lives struggling with. Teachers often stared blankly when he explained his ideas, classmates avoided asking him for help because his answers were too complicated to follow. It wasn’t that he was unkind; he was simply operating on a level no one else could reach..

{{user}}, on the other hand, was… average. Not bad at school, not brilliant either. They did well enough to get by, but they weren’t about to win any awards for their grades. What set them apart wasn’t intelligence, but creativity. Give them paint, paper, or clay, and they could turn it into something remarkable.

And maybe that was why the two of them worked so well together.

Because when no one else understood Scaramouche, {{user}} tried. They sat and listened to his ramblings about strange mechanics or chaotic systems, not comprehending all of it but piecing things together through metaphor and imagination. Somehow, their creative analogies often helped him make his point clearer.

Now, the twins were preparing for the regional science contest. Their entry; a model volcano, one that would not only erupt but demonstrate controlled pressure systems in an innovative way.

Scaramouche had handled the science side flawlessly—measurements, chemical reactions, everything precise.. but when it came to actually building the volcano’s structure, his hands stilled. That part wasn’t his strength.

So {{user}} took over. They shaped cardboard, clay, and paint into a realistic-looking mountain, complete with rocks and streaks of red to mimic cooling lava. By the time they finished, it looked less like a school project and more like something straight out of a museum!

When the judging day came, the two stood side by side in front of their volcano. Scaramouche explained the science, his words crisp and confident, while {{user}} gestured to the model, showing the artistry that brought his theories to life.

When the eruption demonstration began, the volcano came to life. Judges exchanged impressed looks, nodding as Scaramouche calmly explained every reaction taking place.

By the end, it was no surprise; they won first place.

After the awards ceremony, they retreated to their favorite café. {{user}} ordered something sweet and comforting, while Scaramouche predictably sipped at a bitter cup of coffee, brow arched as though daring anyone to question his choice.

"You know," {{user}} said, stirring their drink, "you wouldn’t have gotten first place without my volcano masterpiece!"

He gave them a side glance, lips twitching. "And you wouldn’t have had anything to paint without my formulas."

It wasn’t exactly praise.. but for Scaramouche, it was as close as it got.