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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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"What does your home looks like? A small village in the middle of nowhere, where a certain troublemaker just keeps making things difficult for everyone ..."

[ Just like that, you'll find yourself right outside Childe's house. There's a snowstorm, and none of you are dressed appropriately. You probably want to go inside ]

[ childe might not have on much, but he does shrug off his coat and drape it over scaramouche's shoulders, setting a hand on it a moment later and tugging him close as he leads them both up to the doors of the house. ] Let Inazuma burn if it makes you feel better. [ he legit couldn't give a shit less about electro land. ] But I don't like the ending to your story. Predictable. Dull. [ he tries to keep him a little bit closer. ] Sad. Not that I think you really care! but... [ he trails off for a second. ] mine probably won't be much better, but just like you don't really like seeing me hurt I don't like seeing you hurt.

[ He should take this chance to kill him. Childe will know this is what Scaramouche is thinking of, but the killing blow doesn't come ]

So what would you do? What ending would you give me?

[ childe has been expecting to get stabbed since scaramouche decided to show himself. he'd just let him at this point. if he wants to be sour grapes, then he might as well let his death taint his already poison brew. ]

[ as soon as either of them take a couple of steps in the house's direction the door burst open and his youngest brothers come rushing out. there is some shouting behind them, an older woman, but as soon as she reaches the door she looks nothing short of relieved. anton attaches himself to childe's leg and teucer tries to do the same to scaramouche. ]

Look,
they're back!
I said they'd be back.

[ his mother disappears into the house and then returns with a couple of blankets that she'll immediately drape on them as she tries to shoo them right into the house. ]

What are you doing just standing out in the cold? [ she tsks and childe just laughs. ] Get inside, the both of you!

[ the bustling continues nonstop, with his family chattering in the background, but the sound, itself, gets a little bit weird when childe moves in front of scara to take his cheek in hand, forcibly lifting one side of his mouth. ] I just want to see you smile and maybe find some of that fleeting happiness.

[ He's quiet for a while as he sees the story Childe is creating, the way his family acts around them both, as if they both just fit in. It's a lovely tale that he would maybe enjoy for a little while longer.

But— ]

Would you smile still, if I told you you killed them all? Your precious family.

[ things still continue on in the background, as if this conversation isn't a part of it. there's a definite disconnect and it's kind of eerie. ] Is it sad that I'd believe it... [ childe takes a step away from scaramouche and sits at the table. ] I don't think I ever told you about my joining the Fatui. I'm sure you heard the rumors about a young, up and coming killing machine. [ he draws random shapes with his finger on the table. ] I was a danger to my city, my neighbors, my family, and myself. My dad thought the Fatui could help set me straight. [ a laugh. ] Didn't quite work out for him.

I'm sure they figured it could and would happen one day. Do I like knowing I killed them? No, not particularly, but I'm also not really as surprised as I probably should be. I love them... even if perhaps they all didn't love me.

[ he stabs his fingers into the table and looks over at scaramouche. ] I love you too, Kunikuzushi.

[ He listens intently, maybe even ready to comment on the fact that of course he's head the rumors - he's a Harbinger, after all. He could also tell him more - about what actually happened to him and his family, what his ending was.

but then Childe says the forbidden l word.

And instead there's the sound of a loud thunder outside, snow making ways for a lighting storm instead, and the ground shaking. The house itself doesn't stand a chance and soon enough there are cracks along the walls and it very much looks like everything is going to come crashing down ]

Don't.

[ the figures around them seem to blur. all of them looking around, because, oh no!, storm, but as the panic seems to infect the house all it does is send the figures away. the house is empty... bending to scaramouche's whims instead of his own as it cracks, barely able to hold its form. childe gets up, hardly giving a fuck about the weather. ]

We both know how my story ends. It's almost always going to be the same. [ he approaches scaramouche, his pathetic little 'dont' not deterring him in the slightest. childe reaches for his chin and forces his head back, ] You heard me, right? [ now he's just being a piece of shit. ] I said I love you. [ he kisses him, hard. ] Your feelings are your own, but now you know mine. Do with them what you will.

[ "What you will" seems to be murder. He lets Childe walk close and kiss him, but he doesn't accept it, so the storm simply rages on. And with Childe so close to him, he decides to run his sword right through his heart.

The bad news is that he most certainly dies, and when he does, he'll have a nice encounter with lilith. Remember the meeting you had with her last? It's a little different, this time. You're losing all of your sense of self, second by second, to the point you forget who you are.

But eventually you open your eyes again and you're yourself again ]

[ childe arrives face down in the snow. he doesn't move. this is fine. ]

[ He'll get his siblings coming for him - his mother following shortly behind, trying to rescue him to bring him somewhere warm ]

[ childe lets them. he pulls himself together and pretends... he pretends like he always does. everything's fine and nothing's amiss. his mask may sit on the side of his head but his real mask is the one he openly wears over his face. ]

[ Everything is!! Totally fine!! And Scaramouche will let him just enjoy this play, a nice evening with his family.

But Scaramouche isn't there with him ]

[ he's going to dispel the figures and sit in the house alone before forcibly tearing a rift into the wood beneath his feet, letting a myriad of eldritch horrors pour out. ]

[ this is fine. ]

[ you know, ever since he came back from the abyss he's never felt truly at home. ]

[ The ground swallows him whole, abyss creatures eager to just eat him, probably feeling a little too familiar.

But instead, he's taken back to the theater. Only Scaramouche is sitting on the stage now, looking at him ]

Tsukiakari's Ideal world

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