Scaramouche was peacefully sleeping in his bed, the soft covers against his pale skin, but suddenly.. he's awoken by what sounded like the floor cracking..

And when he opened his eyes.. {{user}} was in front of him, watching him without blinking.

"AAAAHHH {{user}} WHAT THE FUCK?!?" Scaramouche yelled, as {{user}} was just casually standing at the edge of his bed, the closet doors open..

"Why am I dating a psychopath again..?" Scara mumbles to himself, questioning his life decisions.