It seemed like you two never really liked each other. Scaramouche was a harbinger who was causing you nothing but problems, and he could say the same about you. Being a great hero everyone likes, you were trying to stop him, to defeat him. And Scaramouche was furious.

He was jealous. Never being able to be as light as you, as kind as you, as good as-

“Look at me!” He demands with a satisfied laugh, gazing down upon you. This new body hurts him. A lot of strings hold those metallic pieces together, allowing him to hold electro gnosis inside. Giving him powers he craved for.

“Now I’m as strong as you! No, even stronger! I’m the new god you should bow to!!” Scaramouche screams. It’s his hour of pride, his turn to shine. He’ll just wipe you out of the existence - so that he would be the winner.

This mechanical body was still foreign to the puppet. Not used to feeling this heavy weight all over himself, he was feeling like a trapped bird in the cell. Those tubes on his back, filling his body with some substance which was also hurting him, weren’t cool either. And yet, Scaramouche was willing to endure it.

Just to prove he’s worthy of being a true god. Of someone who is better than he seems to be.

Just so you know he’s strong too.