I dare you to [Scaramouche x reader]

Oh young boy

He was walking down the aisle watching poor people turn around as they recognized the Harbinger.

Amusing! Scaramouche enjoyed the authority he beheld. Even the people without a purpose in life knew who he was and the beggar didn't even try to take down their hat and place it beneath him...

The rough air didn't bother him as his skin was colder than ice, no matter if it was winter or summer outside.

A young boy caught his attention...

Unlike the other beggars he approached him.

"Would you buy a candle for a small amount of money so we can have a warm dinner sir?"

Scaramouche watched the boy open a box with white candles inside.

The other beggars outside quickly began to move backwards eying the intrepid boy smile.

"I can give you a better purpose, young boy"

He grabbed the boy harshly and dragged him making his box with candles slip out of his hand.

"You are young enough to be Dottore's experimental rat." Scaramouche laughed.

As soon as the boy realized who was mentioned he dropped his smile.

"Are you a Harbinger?" The boy was shocked, never ever in his life had he met the higher ranked Fatui as he was too young to know the political situations.

The only thing his parents taught him that there were bad guys he should avoid at all cost and never dare to ask something.

"Sir let me go please, I will give you my candles for free!"

Scaramouche just laughed and threw the young boy to the ground.
The snow caught his rough landing.

"You really think I need those stupid candles?" The little boy started to cry. The only thing left to do as he couldn't express his emotions through physical violence.. he was doomed.

Two agents came over to check what was going on. Scaramouche noticed them and grabbed the boy by his collar.
"How perfect! Bring that peasant to Dottore's collection." He ordered.

"As you wish Lord Six."

He felt happy destroying another humans live. This was his purpose and this was what he was made for.

Or was he really? Distant memories of a friend came to Scaramouche's mind.

"All people do is lie" he mumbled.

Furious you were staring at the little girl who froze to the ground. She wasn't even running.

Her eyes shifted from you to her father as she began to cry.

You didn't want to cause a scene and alarm the other residents of the family so you grabbed her by her neck.

"Shut up and accept your faith." You whispered.

Your hands slipped around her throat as you started to choke the little girl. Pushing a little bit harder would make her neck crack... However, where would the fun be by ending her suffering this quick?

After some minutes you stared at the lifeless child in your hands.
You just cleansed the world from a possible Fatui member.. wasn't that perfect? The world should throw parades in your honor, build a monument and call you a saint.

The father was already dead when you pulled the dagger out of his body. His corps remained the same as when you stabbed him through his stomach.
He probably died from a heart attack watching his daughter pass away.

A genocide upon the Snezhnayan people was a good imagination, this cold land was hopeless.

Doomed under this archon's rule. She let those monsters running around, unchained as if she purposely cut their leashes.

After murdering the rest of the family you realized that you didn't even have a plan for further actions.

If this stupid father wouldn't stick his nose into other's business you could have stayed here unseen a little bit longer.

Normal people would be shaking after committing such a homicide however you remained unbothered. The torture and emotional torment you went through would drive anyone insane.

Now after erasing a possible bloodline you sat down in Childe's old room watching the two corpses lying not far away from you.

You felt relief.

Now, for some hours you had a shelter and food. Dead people don't need any food or utensils.

If you put yourself to rest it would turn out as a tricky game. What if you wouldn't wake up early enough to disappear.

Covered in their blood you had no chances to hide your true identity. Changing and adding some more clothing out of their closet would be the perfect camouflage.

A Snezhnayan citizen going around wouldn't cause much attention.

Weirdly enough you had a feeling as if someone was touching your face.

"Your thoughts seem agitated running inside your head, I see." A familiar smirk appeared in your mind. You looked around, where was his voice coming from?

"Oh?
Confused?
I am behind you."

This was horrible. You turned around shaking, digging your nails into your flesh.

No one was there.

"Funny joke, right?"

"NOTHING ABOUT THIS IS FUNNY YOU BASTARD". You screamed.

A laugh echoed in your head. "Didn't you get it yet? I am in your head."

This must be a joke.

NO! a hallucination. This was simply not possible... right?

You continued to hear his laugh, he was haunting you like a ghost.

You slammed your head against a wall.

"Get out.. get out... get OUT." You mumbled crying.

"Make it stop- stop, stop."
Blood started running down your forehead.

Meanwhile Scaramouche was so amused that he couldn't stop himself from laughing.

Alone in the castle but spiritual with you.

Notes:

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