Jan 12

- flashback -

Why am I here.
I shouldn't be here.

"Hello, Scaramouche. You may refer to me as Ms. L/n and I am your assigned therapist and also the one who will be in charge of you. I hope we can make good progress in your time here," the h/c haired woman greeted the male with a smile.

Shut up.

"It says here," the lady glanced at the papers she was holding onto, "the reason for you being here is because you tried killing someone. Is that correct?" She asked as if she'd take no for an answer.

"No," Scaramouche denied instantly, in an irritated tone. The woman sighed. "The evidence doesn't lie. It says here you did indeed try harming someone."

Evidence? Evidence my ass.

"She's a young female named Fischl, ring any bells? And your guardian, Baal I believe her name was, informed me that you have anger issues as well. Will you deny that?"

"I didn't try killing her," he retaliated. "But you have anger issues, yes?"

Are you fucking kidding me.

"Why does that matter when I already said I didn't try killing her?" Scaramouche gripped onto his chair in what seemed like a blossoming rage. "If you deny you have anger issues, of course you'll deny what you did to Fischl."

"Are you fucking stupid? I never denied I had anger issues. But I didn't try killing her."

"You've gotten into other fights before as well. Baal confirmed that too. It's not surprising to me that you tried killing the girl."

She must be braindead. She must be.

"I'm not answering you anymore," Scaramouche remained stubborn. He refused to give in to her questions that he already deemed to be pointless.

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Don't look at me like that. Don't fucking look at me like that.

"Scaramouche, if you continue this stubbornness, you'll only cause more trouble for us both," the h/c haired woman glared at the smaller male who was now facing the wall.

"If you try hurting another of our employees, you will be confined again," she warned to which he flinched at. "Then tell them to not fucking get near me," Scaramouche scoffed.

"They only wanted to give you some food."

"I don't care, tell them to stay away from me."

The lady let out an exasperated sigh and faced the other worker who had just gotten punched by the male. "Confine him if he continues this behavior."

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How long have I been here? I can't stay here. I can't. I can't. They're fucking stupid. All of them.

Why do they not believe me? How can someone be so blind. So dense. So oblivious. So dumb.

She's annoying. Irritating. Intolerably irritating. Why does she never stop talking. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.

How long do I need to fucking stay here in this hell hole.

I won't give in. I refuse to admit something that wasn't even my fault. It wasn't my fault. I don't fucking care what they tell me, I won't ever admit to something so false.

She can keep trying. They can keep trying. But I won't give in. If they try confining me again, I will punch them. I have to punch them. I'll go insane if I don't.

Why does she continue speaking to me. Why does she continue trying to convince me something I already know is wrong. Oh god. Just shut up.

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"Scaramouche. I've come to pick you up. We are going now so pack your things and hurry up. I'll wait for you outside," Baal briefly ordered as Scaramouche was laying on the bed in his assigned room, turned away from her.

He didn't respond but he was relieved to hear the very words he'd been waiting so long to hear.

- end of flashback -

"You were there," the navy haired man muttered in disbelief.

"Uh Scaramouche? What are you talking about?" Childe raised a brow then looked to where he was looking. Which was at your mother.

Your mom's eyes settled on the smaller male who looked like he'd just seen a ghost and soon, a smile was plastered onto her fair face. "Ah we meet again, Scaramouche," your mother spoke.

You quickly looked behind you and saw the three standing nearby, then looked back at your mom. "Wait— you know Scaramouche?" You asked, confused.

"That is correct. He was one of my patients," her smile grew wider as she noticed more of Scaramouche's dismay rise from the sight of her. "What-?" You were shocked by her words and suddenly felt an unsettling feeling erupt within you.

Scaramouche didn't respond but continued staring at your mother, he looked angry, confused and outright bothered. It was hard to tell what he was exactly feeling just by his facial expression alone.

"How have you been, Scaramouche? Not causing more trouble, I hope. Y'know, I've missed working with you. I hope my sessions helped you well," the lady continued speaking regardless of knowing Scaramouche's resentment towards her.

"Your sessions did nothing but give me a headache. Keep your thoughts to yourself," Scaramouche finally spoke but in retaliation.

"Aw harsh. And after all I've done for you too. What a pity. I feel bad for Baal, having to deal with your stubborn attitude," she said with a fake frown. "How has Baal been, Scaramouche? I worry for her state sometimes."

"I've been fine, thank you for the concern," another feminine voice spoke which immediately caught everyone's attention. "Oh Ei," you mumbled.

"Speak of the devil and it shall appear really proves to be true," your mother shifted her attention to Baal with a rather amused expression.

"Careful with what you say Ms. L/n, or you'll see what a devil is really like," Baal crossed her arms and wasn't so amused.

"Still as bold as ever. I can see where your son gets his attitude from. But you can relax hah, I was merely kidding," the woman laughed as she turned to you and patted your shoulder, "do you know this boy, y/n?"

"Er— yeah I do," you answered with hesitance, unsure of what the outcome would be.

Your mother patted your shoulder again and displayed an ambiguous smile. "You shouldn't spend too much time with him, dear. He's unpredictable." Scaramouche glared at her and took a step forward before Baal grabbed his arm.

The h/c haired woman noticed Scaramouche's hostility and scoffed while glancing back at you. "Let's go now. I hate this atmosphere. Cmon, dear." Your mother walked back to the car. You turned around and looked at Scaramouche to which he gave you a nod. "I'll go now— sorry, bye," you quickly turned the other way and rushed to the car.

Baal faced Scaramouche and gave him a concerned look. "Scaramouche, refrain from acting on impulse. That lady is y/n's mother. If you do any harm, you may never see either of them again," she told the young man.

"Did you know she was y/n's mother from the start?" Scaramouche asked.

"Yes I did.
Scaramouche, you won't do anything stupid, right?"

"Obviously not," he said with a conflicted feeling.