Chapter Text
Scaramouche POV:
The pain, this burning feeling in his body was too much to bear. As the ground got closer, he closed his eyes, "Once again my heart, my Gnosis, is gone". He braced for impact, but it never came; He could distantly feel someone catching him, but his body was ablaze, and he didn't have the strength to keep his eyes open any longer. Before drifting off he heard the voice of the child he once befriended, "Maybe hearts can be made from ashes...", A bitter feeling exploded in him, pulling him in, encasing him in darkness; "What a joke, there's only ashes, nothing left but ashes...".
Opening his eyes, he looked around to see a world of green and life. Trees that climbed into the sky, grass the color of jade and gold, Water that shined a lapis blue, and animals that danced and ran through the land. A dream. How cruel, to make him dream of life and love when he never got any, what a cruel, cruel thing to do. Looking down he saw he was in his outfit from all those years ago (The one from his teaser). "Why am I here!" He asked.
"You wanted to be free, didn't you?" The voice of Buer, sounded out, like an echo only he could hear. Laughing maniacally, he felt the barrier of emotions he'd locked away crack open slightly, a red-hot wave of anger quickly taking over him.
"Really, Buer? Taunting me with freedom." He said, "You dare mock me!? There is no freedom for me, Buer!". Moving through the trees, he felt the sting of his hurt and anger, only taking a brief break to look around. He knew the dream would end if he got to the center of his mind, but if Buer knew where he was going, she would definitely try to stop him.
Smacking away the branches and bushes in his way, Scaramouche walked towards the general direction of the center of the dream. Small critters and bugs play around in the grass, some running after butterflies, some hopping around on leaves. Some on bushes, some near the sky. He saw a large squirrel; it ran to one of the trees near his feet and stopped there. He scowled and kicked at it, sending it running away. Sighing Scaramouche continued to walk towards the center, a loud meowing sound made him stop in his tracks.
'a cat?' He looks around irritated, 'It's so loud...' Moving closer he heard it again, a loud meow sounding out. Frowning, he got closer, "I haven't seen any other cats around this place...", Scaramouche said as he got to the tree. Feeling around, he slowly pulled the cat's body out of the tree, which made a soft yelp. "Hello?" He spoke. The cat, orange with blue and gray eyes, didn't respond to him, instead it looked up at him and gave him a disapproving look, well he thinks it's a disapproving look it's hard to tell, it is a cat after all.
Spinning around, he started walking back the way he came, but it felt like the cat followed him. "What the hell!?" He shouted, running at the cat at full speed. It leapt out of the way, but as he got to the trees again, it jumped up and clawed his hand. Hissing with pain he swung at the cat, but it ducked.
"What is your problem?!" He shouted angrily; the cat stayed silent. Walking back to his nonexistent path, he looked at the ground, and tripped over the cat that magically appeared at his feet.
"YOU F*CKING RAT!!" He screamed at it; the cat just blinked at him from its spot Infront of his face. Gritting his teeth, he stood up and ran in the opposite direction hoping the stupid cat would leave him alone.