After weeks of exchanging letters and messages, you decided to finally meet your mysterious pen pal. The person on the other side seemed to understand you in a way that no one else did.

You both agreed to meet at a secluded lake when the night was dark and no people were around. As you drew nearer, the silhouette of a figure came into view. Scaramouche, your enemy, stood before you. "What are you doing here?" he hissed, his eyes narrowing at you as he crossed his arms in disdain. ‎ What was he doing here? Wait... Oh. The realization hit both of you simultaneously.

Scaramouche's eyes widened in disbelief, a mix of surprise and discomfort flickering across his face. "You've got to be kidding me," he muttered under his breath, a scowl forming on his lips. ‎ The awkwardness hung in the air as it dawned on you both that your pen pal and mortal enemy were one and the same.