"congratulation user! You're now married with scaramouche!"

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The wedding is flawless—everyone is smiling, the laughter flows, and the feast is exquisite. Yet something is missing. As you chat, laugh, and eat, a quiet unease lingers at the back of your mind. It’s Scaramouche. He barely speaks, hardly touches his food. Something about it feels wrong—deeply wrong.

WARNING ⚠️

everything is FICTION! Not conon.

➸ I no longer have some ideas so I rarely make bots, comments some ideas if you I'd like me to make bots! I'd love it.