I dare you to [Scaramouche x reader]

The time is running out

As the shot was fired you already were far away, running through the woods of Snezhnaya, leaving not only Pantalone's mansion behind, but another murder you committed.

Not long after you returned to the kitchen a Fatui agent came looking for you in the name of Scaramouche.
He did a simple mistake asking you where to find you.

The woods seemed endless but you did not care since you knew that staying there would cost your life. There was not enough time for you to change back into your clothing so anyone who would encounter you on the way out immediately thought of the Fatui.

Most of your stolen belongings stayed in the kitchen. Well, the delusion in the pocket of your skirt and the dagger beneath this uniform.

The wood began to look impassable. Big trees on each side that looked like one another. It was best to stop running. You realizing you went to deep in a wood you were not familiar with.

Was this a sign that you would never make it out alive?

A funny phenomenon in Snezhnaya were little huts all over the forest. You were lucky enough to be next to such a hut.

No invitation need, you simply broke the lock gaining excess to this small house. There was a huge stove that people in cold regions used as a bed. (If you can't image such a place look up: 'stove old Russian house')

You could not care less if someone lived here.

After entering you went straight to the stove dropping the coat and shoes to the ground climbing on top of it. Plotting a revenge could wait. All you currently wanted was a break... and someone left to stove on.. how tempting warm compared to the floor...

"Knock, knock." A familiar voice..

Your heart skipped a beat. The dagger was in your reach so you simply grabbed it. Your face turned pale.. you were without your coat nor had your shoes on your feet.

The door opened and Scaramouche walked in.

"Relax, I am here to talk." He smiled. "Why are you all tense and wrapping your pretty fingers around that dagger?"

His words left you speechless. Here to talk? Who was he trying to fool. He left the door open letting cold air float into the little hut.

"It's already dark outside won't you let a helpless man inside?" Your muscles tensed up even more.

Scaramouche's stupid grin was slightly visible in the darkness of the night. The stove was providing light.

He stepped further not holding a weapon in his hands.

Only two arm lengths separated you from the man you hated more than your father. You still were sitting on top of the stove glaring down on him.

"I will fucking end your life." You pulled out the delusion. Quite a stupid move..

"Oh this doesn't belong to you bold girl." He sighed. "I came to talk and you are playing all tough."

He knew you stand no chance against him, with or without delusion, it did not matter. He was ranked sixth for a reason.

If you tried too hard the delusion would kill you on spot. You figured that out back at the delusion factory watching innocent people fight for their life while participating in Dottore's deadly experiments.

Scaramouche spoke up again unbothered by your threat. "You want some pathetic revenge? Everyone wants it but do they get it? Your biggest wish isn't to die anymore.. I figured that out by now. So where is the fun in keeping you alive then hm?" He placed his arm on his hip.