Oct 16
4:15pm

[ Fatui Harbingies 😈 ]

Childe
guys I know we aren't on the best terms right now but I made this groupchat for a good reason!

Scaramouche left the chat

Childe
oh no you don't

Childe added Scaramouche

Scaramouche
let me fucking leave you bitch

Childe
JUST LISTEN OK

La Signora
huh?

Childe
I received some important intel that you guys prbly want to know about

Scaramouche
are you going to tell us what it is or do you need an invitation

Childe
PATIENCE

La Signora
we don't have all day mf

Childe

ok so uh

a friend of mine from our old school just told me that she was released from the hospital recently

La Signora
oh.

Scaramouche
k cool and I should care because?

Childe
I didn't finish

La Signora
omfg just say it already you annoying shit

Childe
THEN STOP INTERRUPTING ME SHEESH

Scaramouche
fine, continue

Childe
ty

apparently she also got her parents to transfer her to this school lol

La Signora
that's gotta be a joke right

Scaramouche
what the fuck

are you sure?

and if this is a joke istg

Childe
IT'S NOT

that's fr what I was told

La Signora

Childe
well..

Scaramouche
obviously to get back at me

ig she didn't learn the first time

La Signora
calm your ass down

no need to resort to violence again

Scaramouche
im not

Childe
btw thats not all

La Signora
are you fucking kidding me

what else is there?

Childe
she's also uh

bringing dottore with her

Scaramouche went offline

La Signora
oh fuck

Childe
oh fuck indeed

Delivered at 4:21

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Scaramouche slammed his phone on his desk in vast rage as he lifted himself off of his chair. "So that bitch is finally coming for her revenge and she's bringing that bastard with her huh," he brushed his front bangs backwards using both his hands and let out a deep sigh.

Scaramouche hated Dottore as much as he hated the Tsaritsa. This was because he knew that Dottore was a cold, heartless, psycho who strayed away from being human. However, he was far worse than the Tsaritsa. And this was because he had no morals. Scaramouche knew that Dottore was far more intelligent than him and the other members of the Fatui Harbingers club. Not only that, he was also an expert in hacking.

He was slightly trembling but it seemed to be more out of anger than fear. He still remembered that day vividly, that day the Tsaritsa had fought with him.

- flashback -

"Oi oi oi," Dottore grinned, "don't be foolish and just listen to her, Balladeer."

The Tsaritsa had just confronted Scaramouche in the fatui harbinger's club room for refusing to do his "club duties" as he was assigned.

"I'd rather die than do as this bitch says," Scaramouche scoffed while glaring at the Tsaritsa.

"You are arrogant, Scaramouche. If you continue refusing, then you might as well just leave this club," the Tsaritsa pointed her hand towards the door, but it didn't have any effect on Scaramouche.

"Don't tell me what to do, I'll leave when I want to leave," he refused yet again another order from his club leader.

Childe and La Signora were lounging at the back of the club room, not paying any attention since this was another ordinary day for them.

The Tsaritsa exhaled and crossed her arms. "Mind I remind you that my parents are powerful enough to get you expelled? Is that what you want?" she threatened boldly. Dottore stood behind the both of them while eating chips with a wide smirk, enjoying this entertainment to the fullest.

"I couldn't care less about those lazy pompous ass bitches and why are you the leader of this club anyways? You seem better being held in your mommy's arms than being in charge of a club," he grinned. And that was enough to piss her off.

"What did you say?" The tsaritsa furiously clicked her tongue and landed a powerful punch on Scaramouche, which caught him off guard. And that gathered Childe and La Signora's attention.

"You spoiled motherfucker," that punch was the last straw for Scaramouche. Using his thumb, he wiped off the bit of blood on his lip that erupted due to the punch and reacted with another punch that was too fast for the Tsaritsa to react to.

Knocking her down on the floor, Scaramouche jumped on her and continued punching her face again and again and again and again.

"Psh hahaha psycho," Dottore laughed as he fled the club room, knowing that he would only get caught up in this mess if he stayed.

Childe quickly ran to them and tried pulling Scaramouche off of her but ended up taking part in the fight. "Scaramouche calm down!" He didn't want to fight back but he was left with no choice.

Eventually, La Signora tried helping too but was also pulled into the vicious fight. The three friends, who were surprisingly pretty close, restlessly continued fighting each other as the Tsaritsa was left unconscious on the floor.

"Enough," the three of them heard a loud and bold voice shouting at them across the room, causing all three of them to turn around to see who this person was. It was none other than Baal. She seemed irritated and her eyes were fixated on Scaramouche.

She approached the three and grabbed Scaramouche by the arm. "You're coming with me, I'll deal with you at home," she ordered.

"Let go of me," in retaliation, Scaramouche tried pushing her away and when he didn't seem to have any effect on her, he pulled her hair causing her head to aggressively tilt backwards. Now being fully irritated, Baal grabbed his hand and hauled it away from her hair.

"Listen here you little shit, I said you're coming with me and I'm not taking no for an answer," she declared, furiously. Scaramouche recognized her rage and decided to give in because, even if he hated to admit it, there was no way he could take Baal on in a fight.

Baal dragged him to the door and then faced the others. "I take it that you two will take care of the Tsaritsa in my stead?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am," Childe and La Signora answered simultaneously, fearing her just as much as Scaramouche did.

"Good," Baal left the club room with Scaramouche, taking him home.

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After arriving at their residence, Baal threw Scaramouche onto the ground in front of their door and crossed her arms. "You knew full well about the consequences of fighting the Tsaritsa, yet you still fought her," she snarled.

"That bitch punched me first, there's no way in hell I'd let her get away with that," Scaramouche scowled, still having a large amount of anger and hatred residing in him.

"Quiet, I didn't permit you to speak," that made Scaramouche twitch an eye.

"Swallow that ego of yours, Scaramouche. And if you can't, then you're not welcome here," Baal walked to the door and opened it.

"Now, as a punishment, you are forbidden to come here for two weeks. Perhaps living on your own will teach you how to behave," she scolded.

Baal slammed the door shut, leaving Scaramouche outside as he was still fallen on the ground. This only angered him more. Scaramouche lifted himself up and patted his knees to throw off the remaining dust.

"Tsk, I don't care. I have no regrets. If that bitch lays a hand on me again, I'll do the exact same thing again," he murmured as he walked the other direction, away from his house.

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A few days later, Scaramouche and the other two received a letter regarding their expulsion from their current school. This caused the three of them to transfer to Teyvat High. Since that day, both Childe and La Signora avoided Scaramouche as he did with them. That incident had ended their friendship.

In Teyvat High, you friended Childe and La Signora. You became friends with Childe because he flirted with you one day and when he saw you didn't care (unlike everyone else), he decided to stick along with you. La Signora became friends with you after Childe had introduced you to her. And your friendship strengthened over time.

As for Scaramouche, he decided to isolate himself from everyone else. That was, till Kazuha came and managed to somehow become friends with him. Perhaps his calm personality fit well with Scaramouche's fiesty one.

- end of flashback -

Scaramouche sat back down and leaned in on his chair. "She must be fucking stupid if she thinks transferring to this school will intimidate me," he scoffed while placing both his hands on top of his desk.

But that confidence vanished soon once he realized what the Tsaritsa's true intentions could possibly be. His eyes widened at the thought.

"Shit," he grabbed his phone again.

"Y/n."