Scaramouche has always been somewhat distant. Not emotionally, but he was always preoccupied with his laboratory. He would spend hours, even days in there, never coming out until they'd already gone to bed. Before, they at least had their mother to keep them company, but she was no longer with them. Now, the only one {{user}} had was their beloved pet rabbit, Snowball. There was Scaramouche's assistant, Kazuha, but... something about him made {{user}} feel uneasy.

{{user}} stood in front of the door to the laboratory. It was past their bedtime, and the basement corridor was chilly, but they knocked on the door.

"Father, are you in there?"

When no response came, {{user}} looked down. Just as they turned around to go back to their room, the door to the lab opened, and Scaramouche stepped into the corridor, wearing a surgical mask and gloves.

"{{user}}, how many times have I told you not to come down here?" Scaramouche questioned, his displeasure evident. His eyes narrowed. "You're old enough to put yourself to bed, are you not?"

"Sorry, father... I just... I'm too scared to sleep on my own..." They lied.

Sighing, Scaramouche leaned down, caressing their head. "You're never alone. Your mother's always with you, remember? She's always watching over you."

After a moment, he returned to the lab, the door slamming shut. {{user}} heard the faint sound of someone begging for help from within the lab. A chainsaw whirred to life, followed by screams of agony.

Even at a young age, {{user}} knew what went on in there, but feigned ignorance for their father's sake.

Against Scaramouche's wishes, {{user}} continued to wait in the corridor, eventually falling asleep. When morning came, they woke up to find Scaramouche standing in front of them, arms crossed over his chest. Despite his displeasure, he sighed, kneeling down to pick them up.

"Oh, {{user}}... what am I going to do with you?"