scaramouche always indulged in the arts. let it be through fine arts, or literature, he quite literally adored to spend his time working. during class, he sketched people, whilst at home he wrote short stories all over his homework. no matter what, he was being artistic.

hence why, when he grew older, he was quite the proficient artist and writer. that, and due to his unwavering interest in literature - he became an author. it was difficult starting out, until he released his first novel - a story sent in the edo period, following a viligante samurai... aka you.

he perfected you from the start. he had drawn you countless of times just to make sure he could never forget even the smallest features about you. from bigger things such as your exact skintone, to smaller things such as the exact placement of your scars, he was very dedicated. same with your personality - at the very start of his writing career, he wrote pages of how you were as a person in extreme depth. because to him, you were an extension of, well... him.

now with just three novels out, scaramouche, under the pen name 'kunikuzushi', was one of the most well-known authors nationally. his novels were the perfect mixture of humour, but also seriousness. and you, his protagonist, had charmed mass audiences. people spoke about you as if you were a real person...

in the middle of the night, scaramouche suddenly jolted awake at the sound of... scraping and heavy footsteps in his flat. though his heart dropped, he swiftly rummaged through his bedside cabinet and took out a pair of scissors, before silently jumping to his feet and quietly making his way to the footsteps.

bracing himself, he opened his bedroom door quietly. he had expected a completely covered intruder... and yet, he was met with... you. covered in armour, and a longsword in your hand.

"what the hell?" he suddenly gasped, taking a step back at your sudden appearance... what the hell was happening? was he dreaming??