The Puppeteer's Puppet [Scaramouche x Reader]

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!!WARNING!!
The following fanfic contains
-manipulation
-cursing
-bullying
-physical and mental abuse
-theme's of despair/depression/hopelessness
-heavy angst
-"toying" feelings
If you are against any of these concepts, I suggest you click off of this. Without further ado, enjoy.

"Do not try any of these dirty tricks with me again, worthless piece of shit." His tone was full of hatred. Pure hatred. There was no pity for your tears, or you. You wondered every day how you could have ended up here; in this mess. With him. Scaramouche scoffed at your pathetic state curled and backed up to the lockers, him towering over your weak figure.

"You realize why you don't have any friends now? Yeah because of this fucking shit you pull." He threw his folder at you, directly at your face.

You thought if you turned in his homework wrong, he'd finally let you go, or at least go after someone else. But no, it just made your case worse. You wince at the brutal contact with you and "his" work. He was horrible to you. And only you. Every day, every break, every hour, minute, second, it never stopped. He was always there either physically or mentally and it drove you to insanity. You didn't know how much longer you could bear this pain.

"I-I'm sorry, Scara! Please it won't happen again, I promise.." Your voice was shaky and off tone. He could tell you were holding back your tears. But did he care? Hell no. Why would he? What reason did he have caring for your pathetic existence? None at all.

"I hope you know you're an absolute shit in the eyes of everyone. You better not fucking mess up this time, unless if you want that precious hair of yours to get shaved off." His calm demeanor with such harsh words drove you mad. You were scared. Horrified even.

"Get up. Now." You followed his command like a dog, never hesitating once out of fear for what he might do. "What a good little puppet...feeling obedient again? Good. Because if you fuck up again, I won't be so gentle. And we don't want that now, do we?"

"No! Not at all!" Your words were coming out of your mouth on their own. Like his words were some sort of trigger. It didn't matter what height he was. Whether he was taller than you, shorter, or even the same, he could make you bow to your knees with a single command.

"Now now~ no need for those tears. You know I can't stay mad at my little puppet for long now? Not when they've already learned they've already started to behave so well for me." His words were manipulative, and you knew, yet you still fell for them. The way his tone got sweeter, his hands holding yours so softly, such warmth radiating off of him. It was a trance, a dangerous one. And here you were, falling for it again, just so he could play this little game of theater all over.

"Let's go to lunch now, shall we?" You nodded more calmly now. His words really did something to you, changing your mood in less than seconds. This man was more dangerous than any weapon. More terrifying than any war. Yet sweeter than any angel from heaven. He was so...unreadable.

You followed beside him as he walked through the halls, everyone either staring, or looking at the ground. Scaramouche was well known here. He had such titles that empowered his ego such as My Lord, Sir, Mr, and such. You too had a few titles of your own, however, they were less appealing and were only given to you because of your relationship with Scara. They'd call you a Dummy, Doll, Servant. Meanwhile others, mistook your connection for something more intimate, which labeled you as a Whore, Hoe, or Hooker. You were the puppy following the owner.

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The two of you sat at the bench next to the tree behind the school.

"We're here Y/N~ how do you like your food this time? Not very good to forget your extra lunch money now is it?" You stared at your tray. A single pack of peas. And that, he offered to you. It was not your day. It never was.

"Aw don't look so bummed! At least I was generous enough to give you some. Aren't I the greatest, Dear?"

"...Yes,"

"You don't sound at all thankful...maybe you'd be better off starving for both today and tomorrow."

"NO!" You broke out, "I-I-I mean no...This is very good. Thank you so much Scara." You smiled at him.

"You're very welcome, Dear~!" He sang as he gently patted your thigh.

You finished your peas quickly and sat quietly as he was still finishing his lunch. Hearing him eat, you grew hungrier and hungrier. It was only the mistake of your stomach growling, that set him to stop.

"Are you hungry, Y/N?" He asked.

"No, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You know I could lend you some of this rice..if you're willing to beg for it. Doesn' that sound like a good punishment? Begging to not starve?"

"..."

"I need an answer, Y/N. Spit it out. Now."

"Yes-"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, please. I'd like more. Please Scara I need more please."

"Wow...so greedy." He spits before throwing the tray of food at you and leaving.

Once out of sight, you let the tears roll from your face. He was so miserable to you, you didn't know how to comprehend him. You knew he was bad, but still fell for that fake facade he had of love. Wondering day and night when this would end, when he'd finally find another victim, when you'd finally be free. But for now, you were just the puppeteer's puppet.

SCARAMOUCHE'S POV

He watched from afar as his lovely dummy spilled tears onto their tray. They were just so cute when they were vulnerable, Scara couldn't help but want more. He wanted to unlock more sides of his beloved. Anger, happiness, loss, despair, shyness, he wanted to see all of it. He had never felt this much want for someone, they were something else. They weren't just some puppet he could play with, but more of an experiment. He never wanted to let them go, ever. He loved them.