❝𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲...❞ 𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙶𝙸𝙽𝙰𝙻

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Author's Note

Shorter chapter than usual

Enjoy!

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(Y/n POV)

You slowly open your eyes. You look around and you were under a tree. The sky was a blueish purple. The sun was about to set any second. Before sitting up your nose was hit with a creamy egg aroma. You sit up and find that Scaramouche was making lotus seed and bird egg soup. You watch as he slowly stirs the soup as it boils over the fire. Scaramouche looks up from the soup to look at you.

"Good, you're awake. Foods almost ready." He quietly says. You cross your legs waiting for the food to be served. Then your head begins to ache. The ache was extremely painful, like you were hit over the head with a hilichurl's wooden club. You put your hand over your head to try and limit the pain. You take your hand off your head and look at it. Your eyes widen. There was blood. Not a lot but there was blood.

"Mr Scaramouche..?" You hesitantly asked. Scaramouche glances at you.

"Hm?" He hums. You clench your fist.

"What happened?" You questioned. Scaramouche doesn't say anything. As if he was trying to think of something to say.

"Nothing happened... why?" He asks. You show him the palm of your hand.

"Why is my head bleeding then?" Your voice quivers. Scaramouche shrugs.

"I dunno. You most likely hit your head against the tree while you were sleeping, I guess." He says. You squint your eyes at him.

"I'm going to be right back." You announced, standing up. Scaramouche looks at you all confused.

"Why?" He sternly asked. You point to your palm.

"To wash this off?" You scoff. You roll your eyes and begin walking to the lake.

(Scaramouche POV)
What actually happened

"Alright then, let me make your deaths extremely painful." I smirk.

The treasure hoarder hesitates before swinging the axe around to try and intimidate me.

"I'll come at you with everything I've got!" He declares. "Don't say I didn't warn you." He provokes.

I laugh at his pathetic attempt at trying to be scary. "I'll say the same for you." I growl. The treasure hoarder begins to run at me while his group just sits back and watches the fight. The treasure hoarder was still a bit drunk, so his movements were slow and sluggish. He tries to swing the axe at me but I move out of the way. He wasn't running that fast, plus he didn't even have enough strength to swing the axe with full power.

He attempts to strike at me a couple more times but all his tried only failed. He tries one more time but he only knocked himself onto the ground.

"You really are pathetic." I mocked. The treasure hoarder picks himself up from the ground wiping dirt and sweat off his face.

"Get him boys!" He yells. I laugh.