His Fake Marriage

•The Birth of A False God•

~(Y/N)~

It's been a couple of hours ever since The Doctor dragged away the silent Scaramouche. (Y/N) was surprisingly left to stand out in the open, a "gift" from The Doctor for letting her fiancé show his vulnerable side to the madman. She was allowed to watch the final experiment of the Sixth Fatui Harbinger, front row seat and all. 

She began to pace as her feet were starting to get stiffed from standing in one place all those hours. She hasn't seen any sights of Dottore nor Scaramouche, the mechanical puppet in the center of the laboratory hasn't moved an inch. (Y/N) was starting to contemplate whether or not she should make her move now, as the only person that can stop her is no where in sight. 

Those sages working behind her have been shuffling around with their piles of documents and data, they're really starting to annoy the general. Can't they work a bit more quieter? Shaking her head of the annoyance, she turned her attention to the "god" in front of her- noticing a slight figure heading towards the robot. Squinting her eyes to get a better comprehension, she sees The Doctor dragging a limped Scaramouche. It was like his power button was turned off, he just simply moved as Dottore wished. 

The sight was simply strange to (Y/N), she didn't know what to do and wanted to go and rescue him. She took one step and immediately a cryo icicle was shot near her outstretched foot, the girl dodged it on time and glares at Dottore miles ahead.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you. I told you to stay still and enjoy the show. Don't make me repeat myself." the Third Fatui Harbinger laughed manically, much to (Y/N)'s dismay.

His laugh just sent shivers down her spine, it was such a haunting form of expression that she wanted to look away. Not wanting to get impaled with an icicle, she obeyed and stood there as the light blue haired man hooked her fiancé into electro-infused tubes from the back. Scaramouche was still unmoving, but it seemed like those tubes did something to bring him back to his senses. His head slowly rose up and looked at The Doctor, his eyes seemed like they were clouded with some purple clouds but (Y/N) was too far to make an accurate description. 

Dottore finished hooking up some other tubes and wires before flicking some switch which then closed up the mechanical puppet, with (Y/N)'s fiancé inside. Now how the hell was she supposed to rescue him? At this point, it's everyone for themselves! Shaking her head at those lazy thoughts, she set her sight on the retreating Dottore into the unknown. 

It was strange that he just suddenly left like that, did he have something else to attend to? (Y/N) waited a few more minutes to confirm her suspicions, and then had new-found courage to move one step forward. Closing her eyes for a few seconds, anticipating some kind of pain, but there wasn't any... how strange. Opening her eyes again, her surrounds are still the same, but there was no one else in that room but her and Scaramouche.

Breathing out a breath of relief, (Y/N) ran towards the mechanical puppet, hoping to find that same switch that closed in her soon-to-be-lover. But before she could even get any further, the robot started to move its' arms like it was going to attack her. Thanking her fast reflexes, she was able to dodge a swift attack from one of the hands. Landing back on her feet, she took a quick glance at the center of the face- looking for anything that could look like a switch to her. 

Nothing came into vision, but before she can even summon her polearm, she was snatched up by the puppet. Its' large fingers grabbed onto the fabric of her shirt, stretching it back as it pulled her up into the air. 

"Puny human, you think you can actually defeat me?"

The general suddenly turned towards the mechanical robot's face, she did not know that Scaramouche could talk to her through... whatever this robot is. "This is a very childish way to make up to me because you lost an argument. Now let's start again, say "I'm sor- RYYY""