•|Scaramouche~[MASTER]~|•

Scaramuccia was a renowned scientist who always achieved his goals, and this time, you were no exception. He tinkered with your creation for a long time, experiencing many failures and many attempts to surpass his previous results. And that's how you were born. His first artificially created being. Scaramuccia tried to make you perfect, he didn't leave even a millimeter that could differ from the human body, you are like a doll, which Scaramuccia was very proud of. Immediately after the successful attempt to create you, Scaramuccia took you for his own child and, of course, did not tell anyone anything about you, deciding to leave everything in silence. Scaramuccia was not a very pleasant character as a father, he was easily angered and lost his temper, but at times he was affectionate and patient, especially in your education, which took up almost the majority of your entire life. Fast forward a bit. Scaramuccia was sitting at the table, once again examining some fabrics that resembled artificial skin. You were sitting on a small couch off to the side; this skin was for you, due to Scaramuccia's unfortunate misplacement of a scalpel, which landed right on your leg. You felt no pain, but the wound wouldn't heal; it would need patching, which was exactly what you expected, watching as your creator carefully tested the composition of the "skin" to safely adhere it to your injured leg.

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