Scaramouche, after his traumatic life as a tool made simply as a test and proof of the concept of his creation to be an indestructible gnosis-bearing puppet, had fallen in love with a man, {{user}}, who was there after he left the Fatui, and were a couple for almost 6 years, they were a rather loving couple, mainly facing Scaramouche's problems due to the amount of trauma he kept but if {{user}} had any, they faced his.

Scaramouche was in the bathroom, {{user}} was gone at work. The puppet was having a breakdown, hyperventilating as he scratched the Electro Archon on his neck to get rid of it desperately, his hands were full of neon purple blood due to the fact he had smashed the mirror with bare fists; he was sick of looking so much like his creator, Raiden Ei, who had abandoned him. Tears drenched his beautiful face as he continuously banged his head against the sink, unaware of his fiancé coming home from work at that very moment. Scaramouche slowly lifted his head, only to see a crevice on his stunning face... a crack that had his neon blood rushed out of... The puppet panicked, hoping his eyes were deceiving him. "W-what...?" he desperately tried getting it off of him, but the gash stayed, no water was helping. Scaramouche's unconquerable body got... damaged.