scaramouche x (yandere) reader

chapter 28

The room was dark, and eerily silent, the only thing the barely sleeping girl could hear at the moment was the sounds of footsteps and people hastily running to and from, pressing the palm of her hand into the mattress and using a great deal of her strength she pushed her upper body upwards, her eyes felt heavy with exhaustion, her hair a mess from moving throughout her sleep, however it was hard to miss the sleeping figure down beside her, dottore,.. Which one? Y/N found it particularly hard to recall everything about them with her mind fogged. She gasps quietly.

"Teucer.. " suddenly, like a caffeine trip she's jolted awake, climbing over the sleeping man, hoping that she could exit the room to look for her self proclaimed family. She softly lowers herself into the floor, the smooth stone causing a shiver to be sent up her spine as she feels the coldness of it, she pays little mind to it and quietly and slowly makes her way towards the door,, she's never tried opening it before. In all honesty, the more she's locked up in this room, with no decorations, nothing... Nothing of character, it reminded her of a basement. A dark one. One from her past..

Her hand tightly wrapped around the doorknob, and with determination in her eyes she opened it half way, a creek escaping the old metal hinges as she looked out into the big room in front of her room that usually, was either empty, or filled with belongs of a person dottore has taken to experiment on.. However this was not the case, there were these weird.. Paper strings.? The word couldnt come to mind, she never took an English class after all.

Not only those, but there were.. Weird looking balls filled with air, a big door frame without a door, in a more circular shape, and rows, and rows, and even more rows of chairs, endless chairs in fact. Seeing it created a knot in her stomach, almost making her feel sick. She was about to step out of the room, but heard footsteps approaching, in the dottores hands were a box filled with drinks In glass bottles.. Not any kind.. They were familiar.. Like papa's..

“Dottie, bring the bottles to the table over there, and you!” one of the most composed dottores seemed to be leading the preparation, “hang more streamers on the other side, for fucks sake! You have 3 on one and 30 on the other! It has to be perfectly perfect... Perfect.. ” he seems to well up in panic at the ideal of things being unbalanced, cupping his face in his hands, massaging his forehead filled with stress and anger. “make it perfect. This will be the perfect day. The day we have all struggled for.” his hands, now shaking are lowered to his side, as he makes a B-line to the exit.

Looking at the box in the one dottores hand,, it would seem that those paper strings were properly called streamers. y/ns fascination peaked when the smaller dottore named Dottie handing one a balloon,, 'balloon? Why is it named that...?" She wonders to herself, she still had one remaining question.. What were they setting up for..?

She holds her breath, scared, she felt scared. Scared to exit her room, she knew that they probably wouldn't hurt her, but the idea of even taking a step out Made her heart race,, but not like it did when she was with the balladeer. No, it was fast like when she knew papa was mad, when she knew he was going to hit her. Her eyes opened once more, tears pulling at her lower lash line wanting to spill, holding onto the doorknob as if it would save her from the events of her past. It hurt to think of..

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“please,,, i-i didn't.. I don't. It... ” the young girl cried, her hands raising before her face to shield it, a larger hand squeezing them together, another slapping her in the face. Hot tears streaming down her face as she tried to pull her hands free. Her nose infiltrated by the scent of alcohol.

"Whore.. You resemble your mother.. A disgusting cheater, giving her body to other men, because of my drinking? She thought that was an excuse,,?" Another slap across the face, leaving a red mark, to which he cups the young girls face with a hand, his thumb caressing the red stinging area, getting a hiss to arise out of her lips in pain.