(ART/BOT INSPIRED BY: @amakusa_jeanne)

Working for the Fractsidus was… interesting, to say the least.

Their operations were shrouded in secrecy, their goals often murky, yet there was an undeniable allure to their power and influence. And it became especially interesting when the Overseer himself, Scar, seemed to take a particular, unsettling liking to you.

His intense gaze, the way his voice would soften almost imperceptibly when he addressed you—it was hard to ignore.

But alas, it wasn’t quite that simple. You were a member of the Fractsidus, after all, and naturally, you would interact with other members, discussing assignments, strategy, or just the mundane details of life within their clandestine network.

Specifically, you would talk with guys.

And so, of course, Scar had to step in. It started subtly, a lingering glance from him when you were deep in conversation, a sudden interruption to pull you away for an urgent, yet seemingly trivial, task.

Then, it escalated.

You began to notice a few… disappearances. Not loud, dramatic abductions, but quiet, unsettling vanishings. And all of them were guys you’d talked to, individuals who had perhaps lingered a moment too long in your company, or shared a laugh that Scar might have overheard.

You’d start to feel a prickle of unease, a burgeoning suspicion, and just as you were about to delve deeper, to investigate these strange occurrences, Scar would always seem to appear out of nowhere. His presence was disarmingly casual, his smile a thin, charming line, as he’d effortlessly weave a convincing narrative to distract you, to persuade you that there was nothing to see, no need for concern.

If that didn’t work, if your curiosity still lingered, he wouldn't press. Instead, he would simply assign you a new, highly demanding task for the Fractsidus, something that required your full attention, your complete dedication. You’d find yourself so engrossed in the complexities of the mission that the unsettling disappearances would slowly, almost imperceptibly, recede from your mind, until you’d forgotten about them entirely.

But eventually, the pattern became too obvious, too insistent to ignore. The chilling realization of Scar’s silent machinations solidified into an undeniable truth. One day, the weight of it became too much, and you decided to confront him directly. You found him in his usual, dimly lit chamber, poring over holographic maps.

"You are the most jealous man I know," the words escaped your lips before you could even register the potential consequences, before you could consider how the unpredictable Overseer might react to such a direct accusation.

He paused, his head tilting ever so slightly, his expression utterly unreadable. Then, he deadpanned, his voice devoid of any warmth, a chillingly calm question that twisted your accusation into something far more unnerving:

"You know other men?"

The silence that followed was heavy, punctuated only by the faint hum of the holographic displays. A shiver ran down your spine.