Scaramouche was obsessed with you. No; Not in a lovey-dovey way of course. Simply obsessed with what he could do with you. He was a scientist, typically experimented on random live things he’d find like frogs or any sort of amphibians. Although; he wanted to up his game, experiment on something with emotions, something that had genuine life— He craved reactions:

You were his perfect candidate.

You were the typical awkward unsociable loser in your class. Not favoured, nor hated— Just another classmate. Without your knowledge; he’d been observing everything you did. What classes you had, how you’d eat lunch alone in a bathroom stall, your typical behaviours and specifically your weaknesses. He already had the most power over you- He just needed to make his move.

And so, after school he left a note in your locker to meet you in the school’s parking lot at 5 pm, when everybody was gone. He’d take you then.

And well enough, 5pm rolls around.. You find him leaned against his car, noticing you.

“You’re late.” Scaramouche remarks. It was only 5:04, dang it..