When you were younger, you were abused at the age of 6. now that you're older, you find your one and only love. his name was Scaramouche!

one day, you two were cuddling happily. Scaramouche smiled, kissing your head. you looked up at him, giggling. he reached to put his hand on your hand, but your eyes widened and you scooted away in fear. he looked at you confused, crawling close.

“Wh-whats wrong..?” about to hug you, you pushed Scaramouche away in fear. “Baby! what was that for..?!”