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Inspired by Rationalize our sins and soaking me slowly, drowning me cruelly.
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“So”
Sandrone opens her wardrobe, she calls that “her wardrobe”, yet all the garments are used to dress up her puppets.
Sandrone loves to dress them up as dolls.
“You were fighting too aggressively in the Abyss” - She searched around in her wardrobe, then she took out an outfit which she normally uses for her butler puppet - “Your clothes were soaked in blood and ragged, which is impossible to fix”
The outfit includes a long sleeve shirt and its neckline has a dark purple ruffle, the fabric is silk, the buttons are shiny black round shaped as if they are artificial black pearls. The short’s fabric is cotton which has the same length as Scaramouche’s daily outfit.
“Just lend me one” - Scaramouche crossed his arms, grumbled - “I don’t go back to the Abyss this week, well, not yet. Your clothes will be fine”
When Sandrone turned around, she saw Scaramouche naked, sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, how well-behaved and adorable.
“Here”
Sandrone gave him the garment. Scaramouche took it with his hands and remembered to say thank you.
“Why don’t you wear his clothes, hm?” - She lowered his hip, elegantly sitting on the couch. She looked at him as he put on the garment.
Archon. I hope this one won’t be torn apart . She silently prayed in her head, hoping her clothes would be fine.
“Whose clothes?” - Scaramouche delicately buttoned up, he finished the last step: button up his shorts. Archon. Purple is his color. It suits him well magically.
“Some kind of Doctor” - Sandrone crossed her legs, putting her palm over her cheek, her face showing a teasing smirk.
Scaramouche’s face darkened, his face appeared as if he was looking at some kind of trash can. Sandrone suddenly caught a quick lighting crossed over her face.
She felt pain and electricity on her cheeks.
“Ouchhhhhh” - Sandrone squiggled, she dug her nails on both Scaramouche’s twists, but he even pinched her cheeks harder. Her lip corners being pulled upward, she looked like she was smiling and crying at the same time.
Sandrone held Scaramouche’s twist real tight, she tried to fall back to the couch in the back so that Scaramouche would let go of her.
“Hm” - His eyes were scanning her expression. Her cheeks reddened, her lip corner and lip being pulled upward brutally by his fingers, and her bright white teeth were showing. He smirked - “You look really funny like this”
“Get off meeee!!”
Sandrone felt her cheeks empty. She fell over the couch because there were no more evil forces pulling her cheeks. Sandrone moved her hands up to feel her damaged cheeks, so hurt, so look like a tomato. She sat up, massaged her cheeks, looking over the room with her dizzy eyes.
And the mischievous puppet has disappeared.
“SCARAMOUCHE!!”
The scream which he could pretend he had heard, or not. Scaramouche ran away, and Sandrone will probably complain to Il Dottore when they meet.
Scaramouche does not go to the lab as usual; Archon, Scaramouche is sick of the frozen, cold air, so much colder than outside, of Dottore’s lab.
He remembers whenever Dottore breathed, he could see cold smoke coming out from his lips, like a white hazy fluffy cloud. He is so fed up with the freezing cold feelings whenever he shoves his tongue into Scaramouche’s hole, when his bloody gloved hand gripped his chin, when his other hand shoving his mouth with a small pill who-know-what-is-that and he forced him to swallow it all,...
He went to his room. Let’s enjoy this vacation week . Scaramouche lays on his bed, he pulls the soft warm fur blanket up to his neck and then curls up in the bed.
After a one-hour nap. He feels weird.
He did not sneak into my room and fuck me while i slept.
Even though it is announced that all of Dottore’s segments are sent to missions outside Snechzayah, but that announcement is from last week.
What took him so long? What an unusual detail when speaking of Dottore.
He wants to see Prime.
Il Dottore Prime.
Scaramouche strides around the castle. The familiar does not make him overwhelmed by the freezing weather and the luxurious, politely rich of this castle. Though he is dizzy with the sweet, pleasant scent of the giant flower garden.
So weird.
He has walked past the garden and the castle lobby thrice.
He does not see him.
This is weird.
Scaramouche starts thinking about each room.
The kitchen. No way. He once caught Omega eating a raw heart of one of the corpses when he was hungry.
Meeting room. No way. Dottore, every version of him does not like listening to those kinds of speeches.
La Signora’s dressing room. No way. Why does he have to crawl into a room with four shoe cabinets and two “valleys” of outfits?
His lab. Scaramouche walked in. He saw no one here.
During the adventure finding the mad doctor, all of a sudden, Scaramouche felt as if everything around him seemed to shrink. The chattering of the gossiping maids suddenly turned into a faint, static-filled sound like a radio losing its signal. As if the entire Teyvat collapsed. Everything crumbled and fell apart out of the blue, only Scaramouche maintained walking alone in the freezing, snowing weather.
Freeze.
Cold.
The Freezing room.
The Freezing room?
The place that he has never stepped in, because he thinks it is for storing corpses.
There is no embargo, maybe it is okay?
He stood overwhelmingly in front of the door. Archon. Every door almost looks the same . Quartz covered with ice, one touch means a freezing hand.
Scaramouche took a deep breath. If I still do not see him this time, what do I do after?
He pushes the cold heavy quartz-made, his hand is now cold as ice. The cold air poured out like a stream of water into the sea. The biting cold air blew straight into his face, how cold and uncomfortable.
Scaramouche grit his teeth, due to the different kinds of cold in this room. He quickly stepped in, turned around and closed the door. The door shut with a clack lets him know that he has closed the door correctly.
Scaramouche crossed his arms as it was cold. Archon, I cannot die of cold, but this is uncomfortable.
Scaramouche looks around the room, it does not have many things except the dead experimented subjects and some organs are kept in tightly-closed glass bottles.
But the long and thick curtain out there. Why is that? Why would someone put it in this gloomy place? The green gathered curtain reminds Scaramouche of Dottore wearing a surgeon uniform when he ran into that doctor in one of the hospitals in Teyvat, but it makes sense, Dottore bought four hospitals in total around Teyvat, he could show up at four places at the same time.
Scaramouche came closer and lifted the curtain up.
Dottore?
No, he looks exactly like Dottore, but. .
He sees a man with the same height and face as Dottore’s and his eyes are closed. Scaramouche remains silent, because this “Dottore” looks strange, unusual and paradoxical. What he fears most about this doctor is what he completely does not understand about him. And other versions of Dottore are dangerously close to the image of a mad doctor.
“Doll?”
Scaramouche started at the sudden voice, oh, and that annoying pet name, too. He stands motionless as he is now aware that “Dottore” has turned his head around, looking at him, with the crimson pair of eyes hiding under the blue long curly eyelashes, just like his hair. His eyes are filled with fuzziness, like a baby who just woke up from its nap, yet his dull and lifeless pupils as pebbles stare at the doll mesmerizingly.
“I’m leaving..” - Scaramouche is still scared, he flutters. He turns around, planning on getting out of the curtain.
Something dry, but yet so warm and mild wrapped around his wrist. It is Dottore holding Scaramouche’s wrist, he turned his head back. Archon. He does not like looking at that smooth as silk amount of hair and the long curly eyelashes..
The Doctor suddenly pulled him close using his force. He falls over the taller man’s body, Dottore promptly touches Scaramouche’s porcelain, milk-like pair of soft cheeks. He forces the doll to look straight into his ruby eyes and the long eyelashes which the doll has been jealous of.
The doll is so uncomfortable and sultry.
“You’re really Scaramouche” - The doctor finally speaks - “What cold wind brought you here?”
“Mhmmmmm” - Aissshh. Jealously . Scaramouche curses in his head, though he does not fight back when The Doctor massages and slightly pinches his cheeks - “Initially, who are you?”
“What do you mean by asking that?” - 'Dottore' removes his hand from his doll’s cheeks, he lowers his hand, then he wraps and holds Scaramouche’s waist. Ah, new shirt, new shorts, I saw the nipples.
“You are not like any other versions, aren’t you?”
“Yes, I’m ‘the saint’ version”
“Huh..” - Scaramouche stupefied, due to the unbelievable answer, after that, he gives The Doctor a dirty look - “I thought you were the sleepiest version”
“Literally yes..”
Yes. From the beginning until now, you are weirdly gentle . Scaramouche judges secretly.
“I was supposed to be erased, and love, I don’t have much energy left to stand your sharp, cruel tongue” - He signs, this is the first time they meet, but during his “dream”, he heard other segments prattling non-stop about Scaramouche.
“He is kind of.. small and crumpy”
“His walls are so warm and soft”
“Lord Balladeer babysitted you when you were born? What a loving mother”
“A shirt from Delta’s wardrobe has disappeared? Lord Balladeer has been wearing our clothes the whole time?”
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“ ■■■ is fucking useless”
“Stop acting, throwing up after killing □□□□□? What a talented actor you are. This time don’t you dare avoiding your job”
“Prime, I believe you should erase ■■■. If we keep him, the chances of us getting caught is certain”
“Sensible, but trembling when he hears the scream and avoiding raw corpse are not the reasons”
“I will ask Her Majesty’s opinion”
“What the hell did you just say?” - The puppet frowns, a big, red cherry symbol of 💢 pops up on top of his head - “Are you dumb? Are you still yawning?”
Oh, yes. I was positioned here to work on storage management .
Prime was warned that the nerd segment who loves to read science fiction is very not suitable for cutting alive bodies.
“No, just.. maybe happy” - He cogitates for an appropriate word - “Though this is the first time meeting you”
“First time?”
“Uh hmm” - He nods - “What’s wrong? None of them tell you about me?”
The puppet says no. And then he lays on the taller man, his hands put on Dottore’s chest, he rests his chin on his hand and listen to how did this segment got pushed in here, finally, this "Dottore" is responsible for managing, organizing the dead subjects, calculating medical supplies expenses and sometimes update on the newest book trends.
To bring into play the segment that is considered unwanted by Prime, Her Majesty postulated that the responses from looking at the result when he does other jobs, is crucial.
“If that is something you simply cannot do, I will then let you try other stuff”
“The Queen said so”
The original Zandik wants to feel accepted and useful.
He begged the Queen “ Your Majesty, please kill the good-natured version inside me so I will never act like that again ”, The Queen ‘locked’ me - the ‘saint’ in the Freezing room, in the ‘endless sleep’ to stop me from obstructing the other insane version of myself.
As you can see, that guy is a horrible, disgusting person, but I, the meekest segment, will have to fight the urge to throw up whenever I see an experiment subject squirming with its dry throat, then scream under my scalpel.
However I feel content, refresh at the same time. The groan and scream are like a ballad song, my ears are like being cleansed. Though that loop did not last for long.
“Hmm..” - Scaramouche speaks - “What do they call you?”
“The nerd”
“Makes sense enough..” - He heaves a sign. Never thought that mad man even has a nerd version of himself - “So what do you normally do here?”
“I select hearts and lungs from the corpses that are sent here weekly, then I classify the organs and split them according to the body parts”
“Oh..”
“But I also always wash my hand after that, I cannot pick up books with blooded hands”
“Right” - The puppet’s eyes started closing - “So what kind of books do you read?”
“Um, well”
Books that have lots of sex scenes. No. This is too embarrassing .
“Science book. Every newest books from every libraries in Teyvat, if there are useful information, I will write a report about it and send to the lab”
“Guys like you care about useful information?” - Scaramouche looks at him out of half an eye.
The puppet is so so sleepy right now. The period of cramp and blood loss caused him to sleep more than usual. Archon. This nerd is also holding his waist and gently rubbing Scaramouche’s back, he lowers his hand from upper back to the puppet’s hip.
Scaramouche softly trembles. He nuzzles up against Dottore’s neck.
The doll is sleepy?
Dottore could hear the monotonous sound of his breath.
After making sure the doll is completely asleep, he rolls over, he is now lying on his right side, his right arm is still a pillow for the puppet earlier, he wraps and holds Scaramouche’s waist with his other hand. He then closes his eyes, easing into sleep.