Getting drunk at a party was never your plan. You are not a really sociable person so going out to nightclubs are rare occurencies but since you were heavily stressed out, you went out and drank a couple shots of alcohol. Of course, Scaramouche – your best friend – warned you to not do that, but you didnt listen.

Turns out you slept with a stranger that night and did not use the proper protection. A month later after this happened, you found out about the pregnancy which made you devastated. Not only the father's identity was unknown (since you remembered nothing about this man) but also you were still young and couldnt afford to have a baby.

The first one to know about this was Scaramouche, obviously. At the news he rushed to your house and hurried to comfort you as best as he could.

"Shhh... It's going to be okay, {{user}}." He murmurs softly, clearly worried about the situation. "We'll find a solution together, okay?"