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☏ the SSNAKIES experience - yandere scaramouche

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| MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR |

☆ from = ssnakies
☆ to = you

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Hello, Readers! I'm sorry to say after looking for two weeks straight, the Amber fanfic is NOWHERE TO BE FOUND. I literally feel so guilty continuing without finishing it, but for now I can keep putting out these short drafts I already had. The Diluc Rewrite will have to wait for a little until I A) reach 1k votes, and B), finish up with Amber. My dearest condolences to whoever requested it. Thankfully, the event I have planned for the 1k special will take y'all a bit longer to vote up on, so I'm sure to get something out by then.
And...
JUST SO Y'ALL KNOW!
Some interesting messages will be appearing in each of my chapters from here on out. If you look behind, you'll even see some that have been returned to their rightful place.
So, be on the look out for [------].

I really hope y'all know the Scara/Raiden family lore.
That's all, an enjoy the third installment of the SSNAKIES.NET users!

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[...] closes his eyes.
How is it possible...
To ever forgive....

Someone who looks like her?

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[...] / [Tartaglia]

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[...] ❥ I just don't get it.

[Tartaglia] ❥ Get what?

[...] ❥ How could someone look so much like [###]?

[Tartaglia] ❥ The last time you saw her was when you were 7. Get over it.
[Tartaglia] ❥ you're my friend and we both know what she did.
[Tartaglia] ❥ Forget about her.

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[...] can't stop scrolling through their posts.

Seeing the face of [###] everywhere.
He wonders, though.

If he could take that face,
And make it love him.

Would that make [###]...

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| MESSAGE FROM [...] |

☆ from = ...
☆ to = [R#AD#R]

tagline - scaramouche wants her back (not albedo)

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Hey!
I'm [...].

I noticed you're new to SSNAKIES.NET.
And you've been interacting with my posts.

A lot of people have been appearing here since the head of Kamisato Corp and his partner had a kid. But you've caught my eye.

Open up chat so we could talk more?

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❥ decline request?

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[R#AD#R] ❥ nice meeting you, [...]!

[...] ❥ The feeling is mutual!
[...] ❥ Why don't we play Genshin Impact together? Get to know each other better?

[R#AD#R] ❥ Ofc! That sounds really fun! I'm AR58, so I'll probably end up joining your world?

[...] ❥ Hah! I'm AR60.
[...] ❥ The sacrifice of being a forever virgin is worth it.

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[...] is happy.
He ignores Tartaglias messages now. The current objective is enough without Tartaglia "caring" about him.

The truth about his mother lies within this person and [...] knows it. He just has to see their face. He just has to know. He just has to make [###] love him again.

January.
February.
March, April, May.

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[...] ❥ We should go to a Cafe this Saturday.

[R#AD#R] ❥ Sounds great! Email me the details? Also, what do I wear?

[...] ❥ Anything. Doesn't matter. Something purple?.

[R#AD#R] ❥ Sounds great. See you Saturday!

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Sudden, perfect, clarity.

[...] stands outside the cafe, hands stuffed in his pockets. He feels sweaty and disgusting, like he hasn't showered in weeks. Like he truly is insane. Like he's turning into [###], before she got rid of him. Before she decided she didn't love him anymore, just as you will.

Clad in all-purple, descending like a god, you make yourself known to him, smiling like [###] never could. He takes your hand, and smiles the way he never could, either. Guiding you into the cafe and requesting a table for two, pulling out your chair for you to sit in before resting in his own. You order the 'Chocolate Lover's crepes, and [...] orders the 'Final Moment's' waffles, with a side of extra raspberry drizzle. He's always had a taste for the stuff. Smiling all throughout the meet up, he feels like he's with his mother again. She's staring at him with adoration and pleasure, the two things he had never felt radiate from her cold gaze. "Why don't we take a walk outside?"

You're foreign to this area, this town, and feel inclined to trust [...], as he's guided you these past months, and therefore should be given the right to guide you down the shortcut with not a single witness. He's still guiding you when he suddenly stops and stands still, very still, and continues this job as he turns to you and takes your hands in his. "You've always looked like my mother." You smile at this. Is it a compliment to you? Or are you aware of who she is, what she's done? [...] doesn't know. He never will, and neither will you.
He still considers himself to be guiding you, at the very least to a better place, when he shoots you in the forehead, all the while still smiling and holding your hands. It's quite romantic, truly, and he watches you keep over dead, a hole in your head but no understanding of why. While he always wanted to see his mother love him again, killing her is much better. He's over her. He has to be.

But...
Would his mother have gone through any of the lengths this person had, for him? For only him?
It's the experience that counts, he assumes.

Tracing his fingers across the hole he had planted on your forehead, he gathers enough red to finally write across their forearm.

My name is Scaramouche.

Soon [...] had found yet another user, with not a single attribute that resembled his mother besides the long, purple, braid slung over their shoulder and the pink haired woman laughing besides them.

[...] had finally found a new hobby.