Mist | Scaramouche x Reader

Mist |Chapter 14

After all, life was never real. It's all an illusion. It's all fake. It's trying to trick you all, because life is something you want. Something you have. And you don't have life. And you don't have anything. You tell yourself you're not like him, but yet you are. You're an idiot for thinking you can escape him. He's been next to you the whole time. You just never noticed that. You're slowly becoming him. You're slowly thinking like him, speaking like him, walking like him, eating like him. You try to convince yourself it's not true, and that you're better than him. But you're wrong. Because the more you think about it, the more you realize we are all alike. We just look different. Because life is and has been an illusion. It's something that shapes you into believing there is a reason. A world. A world that will slowly break you apart. It will slowly crumble and turn into nothing but dust. You'll be part of that dust. If you don't leave this 'world', it'll be too late. The dead were never dead. The alive were never alive. Laughing at the face of death, as you slowly bleed away to what was your fate. Your destiny. You'll never wake up anyway. It's not like your life is real. Nothing is real. Face it. Nobody ever liked you.
Everybody hated you.
If they told you they loved you, they lied. Just how reality lied to you.
It even convinced you out of all people.
I expected better from you.
But it looks like you're nothing different from everybody else.
Because that's who you are.
A nobody who knows nobody.
And nobody knows you.
Face the punishment.
You asked for it.
If only you payed more attention to the hints, you wouldn't have been in this kind of situation.
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Ignore him. He's only here to confuse you. He's trying to distract you from the fact reality was nothing. He's trying to speak to you, don't let him manipulate you. Listen.
Get a rope and tie it.
Grab a chair.
Hang the rope from the top to a tree or anything hanging from a wall.
Make sure it's high enough.
Got it?
Good.
Now put the side with the hole around your neck.
Stand up on the chair.
Jump and kick the chair away.
It'll only hurt for a minute.
Don't worry.
It'll all go away soon.
Very soon.
You'll finally be able to rest.
Close your eyelids and breathe.
Relax.
Your body will relax.
You'll hear screaming, but that's okay.
Ignore the voices.
Ignore them.
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"Scaramouche! Please, stay alive. Just hang on there for 1 minute. You're going to be safe. You'll be alright soon. You'll be able to live 'l8f3'. Just hang in there, you'll be safe..Nothing will ever hurt you again. I swear. I'll make sure of it. Whatever is trying to control will start to slowly disappear. I won't let you go through what I went through. I won't let you become a sacrifice. I won't let that happen.."
"You think he'll be fine? I wasn't paying attention to him when he was walking slow. I just thought he was spacing out.."
"No, he'll be fine. At least, I hope so..I'm just relaying on the antibiotic. It won't help him that much, but it'll help him stay awake for an hour or two. After he wakes up, I'll use my dust to heal his neck and bruises. Then you can use your hands to help relax his muscles."(No, you can't do that him. Incase your wondering)
Then, I'll make sure that next time will the last. After all, once it's there, it'll never leave.
"Did you hear that? It sounded faint but it was the sound of a voice."
"I didn't hear anything. All I hear is the wind blowing. Maybe you're just paranoid because of what happened. Try to relax a little bit. I know it's hard to do that but at least rest a bit. I'll be taking care of Scaramouche. In the mean time, you get some sleep. You already did enough today. Next time, don't overwork yourself. It's not healthy for you."
"I'm not overworking myself. You know we don't have enough time for this job. We can't let him die. And we certainly don't have time to rest. I've been doing all the work while you're just on the sidelines. You barely started helping him when you saw the progress I made. So I'll take the offer to sleep, but wake me up when it's been an hour. I already have a busy week. And I don't want to be piled with paper and having to set up a schedule."
"Yes, I understand. You don't have to worry about anything else right now. You get some sleep and I'll wake you up in an hour."
But it'll never leave.
Nothing really leaves if you think about it.
Death will always be near.
No matter how careful you are, nobody is far from death itself.
Death will always be at your door.
Waiting to be let in.
Waiting for a chance.
Until it's given that chance.
Then, only then will it come over.
Take your soul and decide your fate.
You've done too many wrong things?
Go through torture day and night with no rest.
You've done mostly good things and you deserve better than hell?
Go to paradise and live happily, with no worries of the world.
You've done bad and good things?
You'll go through torture every 2 days.
Get paradise every one day.
That's what Scaramouche is receiving.
He's not a bad person.
Nor is he a good person.
So he simply gets both.
Theres consequences for every little thing.
Nothing gets to escape equality.
You've done nothing but bad in earth? Get murdered over and over and over again.
Get cut up and bleed.
Feel the knives slowly sink into your skin.
As it leaves a soft yet deep hole in your skin.
As you see everything you've ever done on earth.
The best part, the people you've done wrong to and tortured get to watch you.
They watch as the blood pours out of your body.
As you scream in pain, the agonizing pain that haunts you.
The pain you know will happen again and again.
The sound of fear and pain that will fill up the audience.
The laughs and cheers you'll hear as you slowly close your pain.
As your throat starts to hurt from the amount of energy you put into your voice.
The struggle to get free from the chains.
The pain and fear you have in your eyes.
Hoping to get some help from anybody in the audience.
But you see happiness.
Joy coming from their face.
As their smiles grow bigger by each second.
With each scream you make, the more excitement they feel.
The amount of pain you feel is the amount of joy and happiness they feel.
You'll always be rotting inside the cage.
Accept it.

Authors Note|
Hi! I think this chapter was better than most of the chapters. I love it because it shows how reality can sometimes be. The truth of how your actions have consequences. I might create another one like this, but different. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Happy reading!
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