a/n: seems like there are quite a few of you that would like a discord server ! so i went ahead and made a quick one for yall

link is in bio tho !

hope you enjoy the chapter besties <3

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Jan 2
1:02pm

[ Husbando ]

Husbando
im fine. dont worry about it

Y/n
oh okay if you say so

Delivered at 1:08pm

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Jan 2
1:11pm

[ Mona ]

Mona
this is mona

I asked childe for ur number because I wanted to talk to you

Y/n
yeah childe already told me

Mona
I see

he told me you're dating scaramouche, is that true

Y/n
ya

Mona

I apologize for what happened before

Y/n
u don't need to apologize to me

Mona
yeah I know but I want to

I heard scaramouche hasn't been very responsive

and im to blame for that

Y/n
mkay

Mona
do you feel uncomfortable talking with me ?

Y/n
no, why

Mona
just making sure

do you know what happened between me and scaramouche ?

Y/n
ei told me about the fight and rehab

Mona
so you are indeed aware

I am also to blame for that

I allowed for scaramouche to attend rehab despite knowing he wasn't at fault

I apologize for that as well

Y/n
why are you apologizing to me

Mona
because I can't apologize to him

Y/n
oh

but whats apologizing to me going to do

Mona
im not sure

maybe im just desperate to relieve my own guilt

do you resent me, y/n ?

Y/n

Mona
you don't blame me for his current state ?

Y/n
er idk

idk how to feel tbh

Mona
that's understandable

this must be a great shock to you

I know I'm not in any position to tell you this but

can you please take care of scaramouche

Y/n
im trying

Mona
I mean

don't let him repress his anger

Y/n
huh wut wdym

Mona
rehab must've taught him to repress his anger

Y/n
but he doesn't repress his anger, ive seen him angry before

Mona
he does and he has, quite a bit

otherwise he wouldn't have had a breakdown like that when he saw me

Y/n
im sorry but im stoopid

I don't understand

Mona
the reason he was taken to rehab is because the principal forced him to

since he believed that scaramouche couldn't control his anger

he thought scaramouche was the one to start the fight with fischl

out of anger

Y/n
oh

how am I supposed to prevent him from repressing his anger tho

won't that cross a line

Mona

but it won't make the matter any worse than it already is

besides, if he continues repressing his anger, it'll make his state worse

it'll only add onto his trauma from rehab and he won't ever move on

Y/n
I dunno

Mona
you of course don't have to do as I say

its just a mere suggestion

thats all I wanted to tell you

Y/n
ill see what I can do, I guess

Mona
thank you

Seen at 1:20pm

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Jan 2
1:30pm

[ Ei ]

Y/n
is scara home

Ei
he is

why? are you coming over

Y/n
maybe

Ei
alright then

Seen at 1:35pm

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Jan 2
1:52pm

You took a deep breath while taking one more step forward towards Scaramouche's home. You were right outside his door, waiting to gain enough courage to ring the doorbell.

Ei soon opened the door without you even having to ring the doorbell. "Come inside," she blankly ordered. You simply nodded and walked inside.

"Scaramouche is upstairs in his room, the door is unlocked," she informed. "Alright," you headed towards the stairs and slowly entered the 2nd floor of their home.

You approached Scaramouche's room, the door was closed but Ei said it was unlocked. You first knocked. No response. Then you knocked again, a bit more harder this time. Still no response.

You debated whether you should just go inside. 'He could be busy. Or maybe he isn't.' After having several internal arguments with yourself, you decided to just enter.

You steadily walked inside, looking around for the indigo haired man. And there he was. He was sitting on the floor, crisscrossed, with his back turned to you. "Uh Scaramouche-?" You asked and he shook his head. "Is something wrong?" He said, still facing away from you.

"No— I just wanted to talk to you," you felt awkward talking to him for the first time in a while. "Alright." And his dry responses weren't making the situation any lighter.

You sighed and took a step towards him. "I talked to Mona," you said to which he flinched at as his only response. "And I know about everything. I know about what happened between you two and about— rehab," you didn't know whether you should've been saying this or not, but it was what Mona suggested. And Mona seemed to know what she was talking about so you decided to trust her on this. Even if you weren't sure if that was a smart choice or not.

He still gave no response. You let out another exasperated sigh. You didn't want to do this but you agreed with yourself to trust Mona and do as she suggested. "Do you hate Mona?" You asked.

"What is your point of saying all this?" Scaramouche replied, avoiding your question. "Answer my question first," you refused to let him escape the matter.

"I don't," he sternly stated. "Is that the truth?" You asked yet another conflicting question. He hesitated before answering this time. "It's the truth."

"You do, don't you?" You were trusting Mona quite a bit on this. If this ended up not working, it would result horribly on both yours and Saramouche's part. "Maybe I do? What does it matter?" He scoffed.

"It matters because you're avoiding–" you explained before you were interrupted. "I'm not a fucking coward," he turned around and faced you but remained sitting. "I wasn't going to say you were."

"Why did you come here, y/n?" He continued looking at you and now that you both were making eye contact, it made you feel even more unsettled.

"I wanted to talk to you," you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "Why did you deny hating Mona?"

"Because I don't want—" he cut himself off. "You don't want-?"

Scaramouche lifted himself off of the floor and walked to you, causing you to automatically take a few steps backwards. "There's no use of this conversation. It won't accomplish anything. Can you forget about what happened the other day?"

"I can't do that. Not until you stop avoiding it" you stated in a bold tone, trying not to show how nervous you currently were. "Avoiding what exactly?"

"That breakdown you had—" you said to which he cut you off yet again. "It wasn't a fucking breakdown."

"Alright. Whatever happened that day then. It was the result of what happened in rehabilitation, right?" You said and he winced at your response. "Leave it," he turned the other way.

"But—"

"I said leave it," Scaramouche slightly raised his voice at you. You gripped your hoodie and were praying to morax that you weren't crossing the line by saying all this. "I won't leave it."

He faced you again and looked more irritated. "Why would that be? Why are you trying to bother me? Did someone put you up to this?"

"No. I just want you to stop repressing your anger," you stopped beating around the bush and finally made your point. "Stop repressing my anger? What the hell do you mean?"

You cringed at your words, was this really going to work? "I mean let out your anger. It's the only way to move on."

The man was taken by surprise by what you were saying to him. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not repressing anything."

"You are. It's why you had that breakdown previously. You need to face your trauma." You felt guilty saying this since you didn't know how exactly he was feeling right now. 'Mona. If this messes up our relationship, I am going to strangle you.'

"You should leave now," he muttered, ignoring everything you had just said. You pulled harder on your hoodie. "Sorry but I won't leave." The man ruffled his hair in frustration then intertwined his hands as he brought them to his mouth, taking in a deep breath. "I'll say it again. Leave Y/n."

You didn't respond this time, but you still remained firm. Scaramouche glanced at you and you stared back. It felt like a heated staring contest.

Then he walked to his table and suddenly banged his hands on it while looking back at you. "Why won't you listen to me!?" He shouted.

"Let it go," you mumbled. His eyes widened before he turned around and took another thorough deep breath. After some moments, he started laughing which surprised you.

"They thought I was crazy. They kept telling me don't do this don't do that. Those motherfucking assholes kept denying the truth. They kept refusing to believe me. They kept calling me crazy. They're the fucking crazy ones. Crazy and braindead stupid."

You just nodded and allowed him to continue. "So I did as they said. I became what they kept insisting on. A psycho, huh. Those assholes didn't even know what they were talking about. They told me they were 'helping' me. What the fuck kind of help was that. They treated me like a puppet. Like I'd mindlessly do as they said. Perhaps they were right." Scaramouche shook his head aggressively.

"Don't get me wrong, I only did as they said so I could leave that hell pit. And when I did leave, I thought I could finally move on from that shit till I saw her. That motherfucker."

He went silent for awhile before harshly banging his hands on top of the table again. "She's the reason for all of this. The reason why I spent time there in the first place. The reason why I was treated like an insane person!" he shouted more as he slid all of his notebook off of his table.

"Fuck you, Mona. Fuck you and your friend. Your miserable ass let me take all the blame." Scaramouche continued smashing his hands on the table.

But he randomly stopped and turned to face the wall. You wondered if now was the time you had to say something but he began yelling again.

"fuck yOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU. FUCK YOU." He flipped his table over and you jumped back by reflex. He continued his screaming as he threw his things at the wall while shouting 'fuck you.' However, you didn't interfere.

Ei was downstairs while she heard the yelling and was eager to run upstairs to see what was happening. But she trusted you knew what you were doing.

Scaramouche eventually stopped. He was now panting and slightly sweating. You stood by the door, looking at him. Both of you remained quiet.

He then abruptly turned the other way around and bent down on his knees. "I'm so fucking pathetic," he mumbled, with his voice slightly cracking from the pain and embarrassment he was currently experiencing.

You inhaled and exhaled as you approached him. After bending downwards, you gave him a comforting hug from behind.

"Y'know, you're not pathetic nor crazy."