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[ When you come to, you find yourself inside some sort of theater. There are no seats, but the stage in front of you is lit up. Though the background that’s been put there is most definitely fake, the light of the moon, the movement of the trees and the petals scattered in the wind seem incredibly real, so much so that it’s easy to question whether it truly is background or not.

You feel sleepy, still, but you’ve been slumbering for far too long and something inside you is telling you to get up. Go out. You have to wake up. There are tears running down your face, but you might be too distracted to notice them, because soon enough you hear music coming from somewhere.

For a moment, at the center of the stage you can see a shadowy figure dancing under the moonlight. As it fades away, unmistakable, you can hear Tsukiakari’s narrating voice. ]

"You were born with a face fairer than any other.
You were divinely created, but you were cast aside like worthless dross."

"You are a failure. Too fragile to be a tool or a human. But this is a story after all, and you’re the one who will choose the way it unfolds. Write it all from scratch or stick to the script - it's up to you after all."

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”You make a pinkie promise, you keep it all your life. You break a pinkie promise, I throw you on the ice. The cold will kill the pinkie that once betrayed your friend, the frost will freeze your tongue off so you never lie again.”

[ The scenery around you shift once again, from the boat you’ve just boarded to the inside of a giant ice palace. It’s cold, enough so that you feel like staying still will result in you quite literally freezing to death. It doesn’t help that you are definitely not wearing anything weather appropriate - but the good news is that the palace is full of masked underling that will likely do anything you ask because they clearly think you’re terrifying. Maybe you can ask them for their coats, or just to lead you to a change of clothes. ]

[ as soon as he comes to he laughs... and laughs and laughs and laughs and laughs. and oh? is that right, because he's just going to activate his foul legacy. the taint of the abyss swirls inside of him, warping his mind and his shape, so that he becomes a murder larger and armored creature. time to go on a killing spree~ ]

[ Time for Childe to become the most unpopular Harbinger. But, well, there are a lot of underlings to go through, so feel free to murder them all.

Though one does approach you in the middle of that - looking terrified and uncertain ]

“Lord Harbinger, Dottore has requested your presence. He’s waiting for you in the Laboratory.”

[ his head feels like it's on backwards. dying *here* ( or at all really ) has never sit well with him, so it takes him a few minutes to set himself straight. he doesn't change back immediately, and only does so once he's outside the doctor's door, because getting poked and prodded immediately following that is going to send him into another murderous rage. ]

I don't need another check-up. [ just enters, because fuck being polite to an asshole. ]

[ Your mind goes blank the moment you step into the Laboratory. You don’t know how much time has passed or what happened, exactly, but when you open your eyes again you find yourself in Dottore’s Lab - strapped to a bed, with your chest cut open and several tubes attached to you. You’re pretty sure you should be dead, and yet you aren’t - but though you’re still breathing, the pain is almost impossible to bear - distracting enough that even focusing on the man in front of you is a challenge.

And yet despite all that pain, it feels like this is comfortable and nice. Are you ready to scream yet? ]

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[ is this an appropriate time to laugh? because he's laughing... assuming he can. he's going to try. he endured this and is whole heartedly reminded of it. nsfw gore warning. ]

[ It's good that he's been prepared for torture, because that certainly comes in handy! And though Dottore is speaking to Childe, for a while he can't hear anything, until it's Scaramouche's voice that comes out of him ]

Really, losing it already? That's boring. I thought you'd be a little more sturdy.

[ his brain is going a mile a minute. the pain is a lot. the abyssal taint fighting to keep its host alive is a lot. his own stubborn-ness is also a lot. he chokes out another laugh, probably a bit delirious at this point. ] Do you... hate hearing it... th- that... much... [ there is probably some strangely discolored blood coming out of him as he tries to talk through this mess. ]

Your voice? No, I like it. You can scream as much as you want.

Don't play stupid.

[ another gurgled and probably bloody laugh. ]

Hearing me... [ he shuts his eyes and sighs, trying to focus on not dying, but after being tortured it's pretty fucken hard. ] Hear me say I... that I... I love you.

[ Did you enjoy your trip to Lilith earlier, childe? Because you're dying again and it's happening all over again.

And when he wakes up? He's in the laboratory again, with the same exact scene playing over once more, the same pain repeating over and over again ]

[ this is not giving him reason to stop. he's going to keep saying it. loudly. screaming it. his maniac laughter tangling with the words as he probably chokes on a number of dying breathes. how many times will you kill him? do you even care? ]

[ Eventually dottore himself will fade away, with Scaramouche taking his place and just driving a scalpel right into his heart. This time, though, Childe doesn't die ]

Stop saying it! You don't love me, no one is ever going to love me, so quit that already!

[ at this point... he feels like he's out of his fucken mind. the pain he feels has overridden all of his thoughts and senses as he thinks, briefly, to a thing that someone might have maybe said... probably. dump him. dump him. he should, by all accounts, but... there are some feelings tethering him in place and warranting stupid decisions like this. childe tries to answer, but he can no longer form words, just a mess of sounds as his already dead looking eyes look even deader. he'll just shut them and smile. ]

[ Five would definitely tell him DUMP HIM. ]

Just stop it. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to believe it. It's not going to be be true.

[ LBR... lots of people would tell him to dump him! but childe isn't known for his big brain. ~~a geo archon and another harbinger played him like a fucken fiddle once upon a time~~. he can't even think about piecing himself together, though he'll try... really just enough so he can grab a hold of scaramouche's arm. ] ...sorry. Feelings just happen. [ a hoarse laugh. ]

Even if they do there's no reason to talk about it. I already told you.

I'm not coming back to you.

Even if you write an ending where we meet your family, enjoy our time together in front of a fire and live happy together, I'm not the one you want that life with. I'm not the one you'll have that life with.

I cannot come back to Teyvat. I hate it. And I never want to set foot on it ever again.

[ childe lifts his hand and turns it around in the air above himself, but it gets too heavy too quick, and it falls onto his split open chest. he wheezes, making some kind of noise. ] It... hadn't been... ending. [ just another page of the story. the end of the book of a human is always going to be the same. they die. but he tries to enjoy everything in between. eating. fighting. fishing. the people he loves. ]

Don't... don't have to. [ but he'll let scaramouche win this round of stubborn. he's not feeling all that right, so he'll just focus on trying not to expire for, like, the fiftyth time in an hour. ]

[ he doesn't answer.

But as light fades from Childe's eyes, this time, He'll find himself back where he took them earlier. As if nothing ever happened ]

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