You

"I don't like it here..."

Scaramouche

"Neither do I, just deal with it."

You

"Hm..."

.

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Scaramouche

"Ta-da, look at that. Your brand new, barely upgraded room."

You

"..."

You looked around the room; it didn't appear to be any better than your previous ones. You worried about what happened to the last owner of the cell as there was blood on the ground. There were other prisoners in other cells surrounding you who looked much worse than you did. 

Some of them may even be dead and decaying on the floor.

Scaramouche

"See? So nice! You have a bed now."

You

"Yeah... A mattress on the floor with nooo frame. It's beeeautiful."

You said, with sarcasm.

You stepped into the cell and sat on the bed right away. It was dull and very low on the ground but vastly superior to a cold rolling table.

Scaramouche

"Look at that! There's even a mirror and a sink."

You

"In a cell?..."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, I guess that's just how the other harbingers decided to design them or something."

You lay on your side with your head on the pillow and the blanket on top of you as he spoke.

You

"What about... Wha- What about you?"

Scaramouche

"Hm? What about me?"

You

"Where are you going?... To your room?"

Scaramouche

"Oh, no. I'm not allowed in my own room, can you believe that? I'm only allowed in there if I've gotta clean you up or something or like... If I need to get something. Dottore ordered me to stay with you at all times."

You

"So... You're not leaving."

Scaramouche

"Yeah, unfortunately. But uh... I got word that Dottore's supposed to be here soon. That would really suck, wouldn't it, Y/N?"

...

"Y/N?"

You

"..."

You were sleeping, giving Scaramouche the impression that he had bored you to bed. After everything you'd been through, it was reasonable.

He sat on the ground beside your bed's mattress, placing his head on the edge of it, and soon fell asleep right beside you. When you were drifting off into sleep, you both felt comfort in being close to each other.

.

.

.

You

"... Scaramouche?"

"You're back?..."

Scaramouche

"Oh, I've been here."

You

"How long did I sleep for?"

Scaramouche

"Only one night."

You

"Really?... It feels like I've been sleeping for days..."

Scaramouche

"It's probably because you were drugged."

You

...

"... What?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah. You were drugged."

You

"I was?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, and it was the funniest shit ever. You acted like a two-year-old baby it was hilarious! Look, I took pictures."

You

"Oh no- You took pictures of me on drugs?!"

Scaramouche

"Yeah! Look!"

Scaramouche took out all of the pictures he had printed from his Kamera. One of them was of you unconscious on the floor in a strange position, drooling from the corner of your mouth.

You

"Ohhh nooo, don't show me that!"

You embarrassedly laughed and covered your eyes with your hands.

Scaramouche

"I have more! Look at that one, I think you took it yourself."

You

"Throw that one in the garbage!"

He laughed the hardest at the one you took of yourself; your face was as near to the camera lens as it could be, and the flash made your eyes look extremely demonic. They seemed redder in the photograph.

You tried to reach out to take the photos from him, but the powerful force of the handcuffs linked to the tall metal pole near your bed stopped you. You stopped laughing.

You

"..."

Scaramouche

"Oh yeah, those."

He also stopped laughing and placed the photos on the table which was far from your bed.

Scaramouche

"Sorry about that. I had to."

You

"Yeah, I understand."

Scaramouche

"I told you last night about something. Did you hear that part?"

You

"Uh... I don't remember anything at all from last night. The last thing I remember was... Dottore sticking a needle in my neck. He's gone now, right?"

Scaramouche

"I actually tried telling you that he's supposed to be back soon, but you were sleeping by the time I told you that."

You

"He's gonna be back?! When?!"

Scaramouche

"Calm down, calm down, you're going to be somewhat healed by the time he gets back, and that says a lot."

You

"So... Five days? Six?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah... Something like that."

You released a sigh. You never wanted to see Dottore's face again.

You

"... What is this?"

When you lifted your arm just a bit, you felt a slight discomfort in your shoulder.

You were confused as to why there was a sling on your arm.

Scaramouche

"Dottore twisted your arm."

You

"He did?!"

Scaramouche

"Mhm. It was crazy. Even I got scared."

You

"You got scared? Really?..."

Scaramouche

"I mean you were screaming, crying and everything, it was terrifying. He started stepping on your arm right after he twisted it too. You looked so scared."

You

"Eugh, that's embarrassing. You saw me like that?"

Scaramouche

"Yeah. I took care of you after too."

You

"Aww, you took care of me? That's so sweet!"

You stated it in a "pleasant" tone as if you were teasing him.

Scaramouche

"No! Shut up, I was forced to! Never again do I want to deal with you on drugs! I swear, I'm going to take every single drug from Dottore so he doesn't start sticking needles in you again. It was so bad- I had to bathe you, dress you, clean your wounds, I had to do everything for you!"

You

"You saw me naked?!"

Scaramouche

"No!... A little bit? Wait- It's not that I saw those parts, but you were- Oh my god... I almost saw you naked, but I didn't! So there's nothing crazy about that!"

You

"That's fucking crazy! You saw my parts!"

Scaramouche

"No! No, I didn't!"

His cheeks flushed, and he demanded that the subject be changed quickly.

You

"So... What now? Are you going to interrogate me?"

Scaramouche

"No, I'm too lazy. Dottore told me that he tried to get things out of you that were about Tartaglia, but you only told him one thing. What was it?"

You

"... Hehe, I actually forgot what I told him."

Scaramouche

"Seriously?!"

You

"I was on drugs, okay?!"

Scaramouche

"Yeah, yeah, that's pretty clear."

You

"You were gone for so long because you were talking with the Tsaritsa, right?"

Scaramouche

"That's right."

You

"Dottore didn't tell me why it took so long to talk to her, even though we had a deal... Why did it take so long?"

Scaramouche

"Now that... I cannot say. I'll tell you any of the fatui's secrets as long as the harbingers don't hear me, but I have very explicit reasons why I can't tell you that. Anything that happens between a harbinger and the Tsaritsa is kept only between the two."

You

"So, if Dottore told me the reason why it took him forever to talk to none other than the Cryo Archon, then..."

Scaramouche

"He gets punished. And not punished as in 'violence' punished, something far worse than that."

You

"Scary."