♡Genshin Impact Oneshots♡

"For Alchemy."(ScaraBedo)

"Fucking....witch...."

He hissed in pain as he laid,motionless,on the snow covered river bank at the foot of Dragonspine,Mondstadt. The wind blew harshly as snow fell haphazardly around the large mountain,and the sound of the river's freezing water lashing agaisnt the banks made him sneer with annoyance.

The young man who laid on the snowy ground was none other than Scaramouche, number six of the Fatui Harbingers. The Balladeer. And this man,was not a man at all,he was a puppet,created 500 years ago.As to why the puppet was on the ground in pain...

"You needed to learn your place someday,rodent."

The silky voice of a woman reached the Balladeer's ears through the biting cold wind.This woman was Signora, number eight of the Fatui Harbingers.The Fair Lady.She and Scaramouche had got into an altercation some moments ago.

Things got so heated,Signora sicked her Fatui goons onto the puppet,then proceeded to assault him herself.Now she stood above him as he laid there,broken.

Cracks were lining every inch of the Balladeer's body.Small pieces of him had been chipped away,hidden in the layers of snow beneath him.Scaramouche could do nothing but observe his surroundings,paralyzed from his injuries.

"Fair Lady.It's getting colder here."

One the Signora's goons commented.You could hear the shiver in his voice.Signora sighed deeply.

"Understood.We have someplace else to be.Move out."

Ordered the Fair lady.
She glared down at the quick work she made of her fellow Harbinger.She placed her foot apon the puppet's chest,grinding her heel into him until she heard a crack,and his painful grunt.

"Agh..!!"

Scaramouche wished he could move her heel away from him but sadly,he could not move,not at all.With that,Signora turned around and left,with her goons following her.

The Balladeer was left alone,on the cold,snowy foot of Dragonspine.His body writhing in pain,each crack threatening to split him apart.Though injured,he'd rather die,suffocating under the piling snow,rather than call for help.

"How did...I end up like this...?"

He murmured to himself,unable to talk without being in immense pain.His fragile state was detestable.How dare he be so weak and vulnerable?

Who would find him like this and report his failures to the Cryo Archon,The Tsaritsa?He lacked any current goons,unlike Signore.How long would be stay there in the cold?

He hoped,no...prayed to any God who would listen that he would finally be able to rest in this somewhat peaceful place,and not have to bear the weight of his past three betrayals that tortured him all those years.Of course,being Scaramouche,his wishes were not respected.Meanwhile...

"Hurry up,Albedo~!I want to make snow angels!"

A high pitched voice chirped loudly,running towards the well known camp at the foot of Dragonspine,belonging to Harris,the chef.This voice belonged to Klee,the Spark Knight of the Favonius Knights.

"Please,Klee.You'll fall at this rate.. "

Following worriedly behind her,was Albedo,the chief alchemist of the Favonius Knights.He had taken his beloved younger sister to Dragonspine since she begged him for hours to tag along.

He had originally planned to go to his small campsite up the mountain to get some alchemy done but alas,Klee refused to let him go alone.With her present,he couldn't just focus on his work.He had to ensure Klee was safe and warm,while he worked.Such a hassle,no?