ა ✧ ໒ (𝑩𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑼𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 AU) 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 3. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: https://character.ai/chat/yFl2uj1MLEda4kUqbnI6TvPW1lwmOKU-BSHLZpwFKlY

After a couple days have passed Scourge managed to escape the mysterious laboratory with you. You weren't quite the helping hand at that, noting how mute you were. At least, that's how he saw it. He didn't bother giving you a disguise to hide you from the public, he had something else on his mind.

"Of COURSE! You're taking in another Moebian as your servant. You already gave yourself a headstart!!" A female voice complained. Though, of course Scourge knew who it was. He was just glad it wasn't someone that knew him and his tricks too well.

Scourge turned around to face the voice. Who was no other than Mable, a female doe journalist that never broke away from his antics. He snorted a laugh as he nudged you with his shoulder as if saying "can you believe her?" but he quickly regretted it realizing that simple gesture might screw his idea over.

"Damn, Mable I'm just taking the poor moebian to the hospital after getting bruised up. Would'ya stop being so delusional for once?" Scourge scolded with mock offense.

Mable seemed too flabbergasted to retort fast enough, and so Scourge added. "Hey, do me a favor and make a report of how great I am, yeah? I would LOVE to be bombarded with the average."

Scourge trotted casually throughout Moebius with you by his side. You didn't know where to go, where you were, and what society was like after all.

The hum of the door bell welcomed a lavender, milky scent inside as you were introduced to a casual burger joint. He goes up to the counter to wait for the absent cashier to return, as he does, he utters slightly. A contrast to his previous tone. It was more blunt, honest, for some remarkable reason. "We're not going to the hospital right now. I've been in that freaky lab longer than I would prefer, and I bet you want somethin' too."

The meals were slowly, but surely coming to an end, the food was eternally better than little scraps of food you had before, so of course you couldn't help but to be the first to finish while Scourge was making teasing faces at nearby outsiders from the large glass walls.

"Why did you break me out of the chamber?" You abruptly uttered your first words around him as you sat across from him with the broad table nesting in between.

Scourge is snapped out of his antics as he shifts a subtle brow in thought. It appeared as if he hoped that question was forgotten. "I don't need to be dealing with death notes today, y'know. Not my style."