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.

It was the last class you'd have before lunch started, English. You were sort of looking forward to lunch. After hearing Scaramouche agrew last night, you had gotten your hopes up that he's changing to be a better person, or at least he's trying to be. English isn't all that interesting. From doing both yours and Scaramouche's work, you'd picked up on the subject rather quickly and had no need to pay attention. You were still tired from working so late on his assignment so you decided to take a nap, unfortunately, those plans were interrupted by a certain ginger.

"Heyyy there what are you doing?" Childe asks

"..." you didn't respond. Why was he even talking to you? He had never thought to pay mind to before, why all of a sudden? You two didn't even know each other, so why the sudden change?"

"Cat got your tongue? Aha you're a cute one~"

"Uhm...what?"

"Ah! So you can talk. In that case, can I ask your name, pretty?"

"Uh, it's Y/N.." You didn't know if he could tell, but you were a bit uncomfortable of him. You hoped eventually he would leave you alone. You weren't used to getting attention from a lot of people, apart from your small group of 3 friends and Scaramouche.

"Ohhh that's such a pretty name! Who gave it to you?"

"Oh, really? Well, my Aunt did." Your face lit up a bit. This was the first time someone had ever complimented you on your name, and it felt a bit flustering to you. But nonetheless, good.

"It's a really nice name! Especially for someone like you,"

"Ah, thank you," You chuckled a bit at his praises.

You two got to know each other well during class. It was nice having someone new to talk to since you were really scared of people. Childe made you realize you had another side to you, one that wasn't controlled by strings. Maybe you'd discover more through him, who knows. Both of you were so chatty, the period had ended.

"It's lunch already? Damn, time's weird" You laughed.

"Yeah, it is, haha. Why don't you join me for lunch? We can talk more." Childe offered.

"Oh! Sure! I'd lo-" Before you could answer, Scaramouche barged through the door.

"Ugh, there you are-...what the fuck are you doing with him?" Scaramouche said.

"S-Scara! I was just uhm..chatting?"

"Scara! Didn't expect to see you here. I bet you're here for Y/N~" Childe emphasized the word 'bet.'

"Yes, I am. We usually eat lunch together. Just the two of us? Alone?" Scaramouche looked irritatedly at Childe.

"Oh, how fun! I'd like to join you two. I'm sure you don't mind, right Y/N?" Childe asked

"Not at all! You can join us, can he?"

"Absolutely not!" Scaramouche yelled. "I-I mean..no. Why would he? It's always been just us two, hasn't it?"

"Well adding one more wouldn't be so bad, would it?" Y/N mumbled.

Scaramouche thought about it for a moment. He needed a way to win their heart, this was the way right? To seperate them? He looked back at your sad expression. There was no way you were feeling bad...over THIS guy?! After seeing how disheartened you looked, maybe bringing Childe along would be better, and he could win the bet.