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Dottore

"Are you finally done? Jeez... Now my arms ache from raising them to cover my ears. You're so loud, I swear to god if you woke up any of the other harbingers, you're other arm is gonna have the same thing done to it."

You

*Sob*

You don't think you're capable of saying anything anymore. You wailed and screamed for at least thirty minutes before starting to quiet down. You weren't quite calm, but you weren't shrieking either. 

You just sobbed and whimpered on the floor, hugging yourself. You couldn't think of anything to distract yourself from the pain, and you couldn't stop wondering if your arm was broken or not.

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???

"What a long night..."

Dottore

"Surprise!"

???

"Agh!"

When Scaramouche entered the cell, Dottore switched on the light; he was informed that in the cell he could find you and Dottore. You yelped at the sound of Dottore's voice and the flash of light; he wasn't even that loud, but his voice was thunderous in your ears.

Scaramouche

"What the..."

He stared down at the floor, confused, unable to identify you on the ground. You raised your head, a bit unsteadily, to stare at the guy at the cell door. It took Scaramouche a long time to realize who you were, but he eventually did. 

You recognized Scaramouche right away and sprang to your feet, placing your entire body weight on him as you hugged him tightly with your arms.

Dottore

"Oh wow, that's a surprise. I thought I'd beaten their legs to the point where they couldn't even stand up."

Scaramouche recoiled in surprise, collapsing on the ground with you on top of him.

Scaramouche

"Ugh, get off of me!"

Dottore

"Aww, this is so adorable... They really missed you, they wouldn't stop calling your name while I tore them apart."

Scaramouche tried to shove your face away from his with his hand, but you were far too attached to him at this point.

He put his hand on your damaged arm, intensifying the agony which forced you to let go of him. He shoved you to the side, and even worse, you landed right on the damaged arm.

Dottore

"Ooh... That one's gotta hurt. Just about forty-five minutes ago I just twisted that arm."

Scaramouche

"Wha... You did what to their arm?!"

Dottore

"I twisted it. You didn't hear their screams? It was so fucking loud."

Scaramouche

"I mean- I was still talking with the Tsaritsa! I'm gone for like, four days, and this is what you do?!"

Dottore

"Ahem, I actually slept for half of the time you were talking to the Tsaritsa. I don't remember making that sedative that strong..."

Scaramouche

"This is vile!"

Scaramouche stayed on the ground, terrified of what Dottore had turned you into. Dottore was standing happily behind Scaramouche, looking like he was preparing to dance with success.

Scaramouche stood from the ground and ran to you, kneeling down to your level while Dottore giggled. Despite the fact that he flung you to the side like garbage, you couldn't help but express how much you missed him. You hurled yourself back on top of him the moment he got near.

Dottore

"Aww, they really really missed you, puppet boy. This is cute. It's giving... Couple goals!"

Dottore threw a peace sign up in the air with his hand on his hip, fooling around.

couple goals fr 😘✌️

Scaramouche

"Stop with this nonsense, Dottore!"

Dottore

"Hey, I'm just trying to make the mood a little lighter here. You look terrified, I'm just trying to get that... Ugly look off of your face."

Scaramouche

"I mean- Of course, I'm terrified! What the hell did you feed them?! Their eyes are extremely red, and their temperature is beyond abnormal!"

Dottore

"Just a few drugs, that's all."

Scaramouche

"Just a few?!"

Dottore

"... Okay, maybe not a few."

Scaramouche

"Good god, I can tell!"

You were bawling but chuckling at the same time as Scaramouche inspected your eyes by pulling down your lower lid with his thumb and checked your temperature with his other hand on your neck. You had your arms wrapped around his waist and hugged him tight.

You

"Wooooo-hoo..."

You smiled and dropped your head, allowing it to rest on Scaramouche's chest.

Dottore

"Hm..."

Dottore, with his hand on his chin, watched Scaramouche struggle to handle you on the ground.

Dottore

"Y/N, stop it. You're being a nuisance. Look, Scaramouche looks more disgusted than terrified now, and he looks even uglier."

Dottore stomped over to you and Scaramouche, clutching the back of your neck and yanking you off of him. He squeezed the life out of your throat and held you up with one arm and one hand. You tried to pry his hands off with your non-injured arm, but nothing helped.

Dottore

"There we go. Look at what you've done, now Scaramouche has blood all over his clothes. Even worse, it's all your blood. What do you have to say for yourself?"

You

"!..." *Gasp*

Dottore

"Oh that's right, you've forgotten how to say actual words. Or, it could just be that I'm grabbing at your neck ever so tightly."

Scaramouche

"Dottore, enough!"

Dottore

"Fine."

He released go of your neck, and you fell to your knees, wondering whether to care for your throat or your arm. Both of them suffered the most as if all of your pain was concentrated on them, with progressive agony spreading to your other limbs.

Dottore

"And for the finishing touch, the cherry on top, I'll stomp on them until I'm satisfied."

He stepped on you brutally while you tried to protect yourself by covering your head with your undamaged arm; as if it would help. 

Scaramouche

"Dottore, I said that's enough! You never know when to stop!"

Lastly, he stomped on you again, this time on your injured arm, which undoubtedly hurt the most. You were back to weeping and screaming.

Dottore

"That'll teach them a lesson. You know they told me only one thing about Tartaglia? Fucking stubborn-ass..."

Dottore, enraged, stretched his arms casually and left the cell. You were still on the ground, sobbing and bleeding profusely. Scaramouche simply stood there and observed, troubled.

Scaramouche

"Seriously, what is wrong with him..."

Scaramouche sighed and approached you cautiously, strangely feeling sorry for tossing you off of him that way. You were facing the opposite direction from Scaramouche, still unable to fathom what was happening. 

At this point, you were quite convinced your brain had fried, and various areas of your body had begun to go numb. You were bothered by the tingling feeling at the very top of your head. You didn't like it at all.

Scaramouche

"Y/N, come here..."