Scaramouche's true origins ★

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It's was a cold winter, the sky was covered of a sink of white with every steps who was printed in the snow.. snowflake was the sign of the stars of a fun games for kids but maybe an annoying drive for a adult.. everyone has their own mindset or visual of this weather...

Every individual has their goals, maybe that lady next to you is going to work or that kid going to the park with his friends... The crowd was immense this day and smile, tears, anger and fear were joined in one place but except for a guy...

He was making a snowman, he had black hair with a dark purple lighting who was a very original hair color and his light blue eyes who was concentrate on every details and person around him.

He seemed anxious as he was holding his belly tightly searching for a place it's seemed but desperately couldn't find it..

He ran away behind the snowman he made few moments earlier and you heard the sudden explosion which caught everyone's curiosity... It's was a insignificant scene.. his pants stained in brown and his butt getting bigger by the second has his glorious poop was leaking from the pants.. he was screaming for help but everyone quickly ran away..the brown of his own poop was slightly sparkly with a touch of orange. He probably eat carrots earlier which he seemed allergic to..the alarming sound was echo across the city and the streets beginning to violently get splash by such disgrace. The smell was beyond words as it's would make anybody faint. His butthole was holding such an abnormal amount of shit as this man seemed to not have poop for decades or centuries. He was breathing hard in agony of each pushes he went through, he was sweating due to his hardwork to get such a voluminous lash of browns fabric. He was holding on the grass under the snow..

After this horrible accident, the city had an toxic ecosystems as birds and plants would die and get remplaces by insect who seemed to take advantage of the event. Civilian had to leave as the accident has such an economic impact, people were scared of dying under those traumatizing layers of shit caused by a single human that changed the destiny of the city forever which after years, the kids who went through that nightmare had became olds and was saying their stories to journalist with tears and disgust.. Carrots were officially ban from the country in fear of another similar accident and it's was learned to kids at school.

The moral of this story is don't be named Scaramouche and eat carrots.

I hate myself for doing that.

ANYWAY I DON'T PLAY GENSHIN SO DON'T BE SURPRISED IF IT'S NOT ACCURATE AND SORRY FOR MY BAD ENGLISH