Step On Me | Scaramouche x Reader

Born from ashes

You were now alone in the eerily quiet and dark hut. Scaramouche took liberty of gathering materials for a fire, to which you were grateful for.

To avoid getting pneumonia, you decided to change your wet clothes that were clinging on to your now freezing skin into some spares you brought in your travelling bag.

It was still so cold, and there was a leakage from the roof. What did you expect, though? You were taking shelter in an abandoned hut.

Just then, you heard the creaking of a sort, followed by a gust of cold wind. You panicked and scurried as far away possible from the entrance, whipping out your catalyst in defence.

"Relax, it's just me. Although, if that is the way you'd defend yourself in an ambush then I'm concerned."

In his arms were a bundle of logs, and slung over his shoulder was a bag that was definitely at its breaking point. You rushed to help him, carrying all of that surely wasn't so easy. You took the ragged bag from his shoulder, and nearly fell face first on the floor as you weren't expecting it to be so heavy.

"Damn! What's in there, rocks?" You questioned sarcastically.

"Yes." He deadpanned.

"Oh... Ah! not a step further, you're soaking wet. Change and dry up, I'll take care of the fire."
You took the wood from his arms, dragging it away with you.

"Don't burn the hut down, idiot" he mumbled.

In the end, you managed to successfully create a fire. The logs were stacked atop the stone, with a wall of more of the rock surrounding and encasing it to ensure the fire wouldn't spread.

You and Scaramouche sat side by side huddled by the fire in silence. He was only there to be with you, as he was a puppet and had no problem dealing with the cold. You glanced over at him and scoffed at the sight of his drenched hair. You fished a towel out of your bag, the sudden movement garnering his attention. You gestured for him to sit in-between your legs.

"No. I can do it myself." He crossed his arms over his chest.

"You did enough for me today. What good would I be if I wasn't of any use?" You reasoned, trying to persuade him. Your tone was that of a teasing one, seeing as he wouldn't listen any other way. You couldn't pinpoint why, but you just wanted to be close to him, seeking comfort in this empty night.

He finally complied, sitting between your legs. You brought the towel to his hair and carefully massaged his head. He let out a small 'mmh' and leaned his back against your chest. Once you were done, you gently combed your fingers through through his hair. At this point, Scaramouche had leaned his entire body weight against you.

To Scaramouche's dismay, you had finished and got up. Being there was a hard thing to stomach for him, as it brought back memories.

The fire, the wooden hut, it was all too much.

"I'm going to sleep. You?" You called out to him.

"I'll keep watch.. I'm not done with today just yet." The truth was that he probably wouldn't be able to sleep, not that he needed to anyway, as he was unsettled.

"Suit yourself." You got down on the uncomfortable wooden flooring of the hut, shuffling and groaning, in an attempt to get comfy.

"You're not really going to sleep like that, are you?" He chuckled dryly.

"Do tell me, what other option do I have?" You rolled your eyes.

"...you can use me. If you want. Whatever." He muttered.

You sighed in relief, you could actually get proper rest now. He has his back against the wall, and his arms crossed over his chest, and you moved to put your head on his lap, but he flicked you hard on the head and shoved you onto his shoulder.

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The fire danced around the cracks and corners of the room, slowly engulfing it whole. Everything was now encased in suffocating smoke, the flames swallowing everything in its path. Kabukimono lay lifelessly with his eyes half lidded. He clutched the sewn doll close to his side. The ash melded together with his wet tears that were steaming down his cheeks.

He lay there now as he once did before, except this time, he wasn't alone.

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If yall didn't know that last part is a reference to his dead friend that was a kid, you can see the scene described in his trailer.
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