[Suiting, Identity Erasure, Brainwashing]

“A-Ah, e-em, E-Eula?”

“Oh, Sucrose. Don’t think I’ve forgotten what you’ve done. But don’t worry, it’s not nearly your time to feel my vengeance.”

This was exactly what Sucrose, the green-haired Anemo Alchemist, feared when she wanted to try and talk with one of the most efficient knights in the entirety of the Knights of Favonius. The icy Eula, formerly of the Lawrence Clan that had been terrorizing the city of Mondstadt in the far past.

As it turned out, being raised by a family of vengeful noblemen that wanted nothing more than to grind the common folk under their heels would result in quite the strange sticks when you grew up. That’s what many observed whenever they met the young lady, especially once they heard her talk. The way she strung her words together and used concepts meant for more aggressive and committal moments in day-to-day conversation… It was a little much.

Sucrose was especially affected, because as much as she had wanted to help the girl with her missions… The fact that her impenetrable persona made it hard to converse clearly with her, and the fact that Sucrose herself wasn’t exactly one for confrontation in general… Meant that she forgot a few details the last time she tried to offer her a gift.

“I-I-I’m sorry, Eula, b-but I wanted to make it up to you! T-There’s no reason to take your vengeance out on me!” Sucrose stammered as she immediately backed away. Even though she had been the one to approach the girl in the first place.

Eula shook her head a little. “And now you want to impede my vengeance? You’re awful, Sucrose.” She said, stepping ever closer. Her hands were nowhere near her blade, since she had no intent to harm the girl. “What have you made this time? Something that will assist me in my quest to strike back at my Arch Enemy?”

“N-No, no. I-I would never dream of making something that could hurt her…” The green-haired girl muttered, before she quietly pulled something out of her sleeve. Something that had been compressed into such a miniscule form that it was almost impossible to identify just by looking at it.

Once she handed it over to the discarded noble, Eula raised her eyebrow and carefully undid the binds and seals that covered it. Only then did she realize what she was holding, and it was her turn to blush. The alchemist had given her a skinsuit that served as a perfect replica of one of the Cryo-aligned Fatui Cicin Mages! “Sucrose. Are you trying to make a dig at my appearance, by giving me the skin of one of my targets?”

“N-No! Not at all! I-it’s meant to be a weapon that’ll help you deal with the Fatui! I-I heard that your family were trying to collaborate with them, a-and I thought that using their looks… w-well…” Here it was again. Because she was so intimidated by the knight, she could hardly get one word out that explained anything. It was all covered in stutters and gasps and worried yelps. Like she was terrified just being in the girl’s presence.

Eula, however, was able to put two and two together. Mostly because she had managed to make the girl’s gadget work despite her best efforts to the contrary. “Very well. You wish to see me dorn the garments of my targets, to make the lips of my family slip? Vengeance will be mine for your assumptions.” She said, as she slowly slid her hand along the skinsuit in her hands.

Just looking at it, the girl couldn’t help but admire the impressive craftsmanship. She could feel little bits of elemental energy inside it, ensuring that her own would be suppressed. Though, did the space for the hips and the bust have to be so big? Eula was a gifted girl in that regard, but these seemed a bit more exaggerated… Then again, she had to fit into this, so it only made sense that the assets would be a bit larger than they truly were.

Sucrose continued stammering and stuttering and melting into a useless mess as she already imagined the worst. Even if she had been told time and time again by Amber and several of the other Knights that Eula’s idea of vengeance was merely just her declaring she would remember what had happened, that didn’t stop the girl’s mind from exaggerating it. Just what was she going to do to her to gain her vengeance..?

Eula decided to remain quiet, at least for the time being. She needed to try on the suit to see if she could actually fit into it. If she couldn’t, then she would have to add another transgression to her mental list. And then make sure that Sucrose took her measurements for the next time she tried to make her a gift that she had to wear. To spare her the internal humiliation.

Unfortunately, the fact that she decided to wear the thing right then and there was more than enough to humiliate her friend, as the green-haired alchemist went completely dead silent as she just watched. Mostly because her face had gotten so red that she could barely breathe from how embarrassed she felt. Not just because of her own actions this time around, but because the act of seeing Eula dressing herself into the skinsuit was almost like the girl was stripping down and putting on a brand new set of clothes.

Slowly but surely, Eula managed to slip it on. It was a surprisingly tight fit, which was why she felt a bit of frustration building within her mind. She definitely needed to make sure Sucrose knew her measurements for the future. And yet after a bit of tugging and adjusting, she managed to get her legs fully covered by the suit’s legs, the latex-like heels of the suit clicking against the ground as she tested them out.

It felt… Strangely nice to hear the sound of her heels clicking through the air. As if she had always been meant to wear them. It even filled her heart with a chilling giggle. But she brushed that aside as she put more and more of the suit on, shivering as the cold latex wrapped around her torso.

Sucrose blinked a few times as she watched the suit practically glue itself to its new wearer. She knew that she had infused a bit of Anemo energy into it to help mask the wearer’s own element, but she was sure that there wasn’t any sort of glue on the inside. And yet it clung so snugly to her body. Was this… was this supposed to happen?

The more that Eula stuffed her body into the skinsuit, the more that giggle inside her heart started to grow louder. It almost sounded like one of those very same Cicin Mages that she had bested again and again. Perhaps if she listened to it, she could become more in tune with her disguise, once she had finished putting the entire suit on.

As the suit covered her arms, Eula couldn’t help but let out that very same giggle after moaning a bit. There was something about the way that the cold suit clung to her fingers that made her tremble. It was like she could feel her powers at her fingertips. Her powers? No, were they hers? As far as she remembered, she only channeled hers through her claymore… But…

‘Wear me… ehehehehe…’

The giggling voice grew louder. More legible. And Eula didn’t stop to think that it sounded wrong. Why would she? It was her voice, wasn’t it? The voice of a good Cicin Mage…

“E-Eula, you’re getting a little scary…” Sucrose muttered. Sure, she was always kind of scared due to the Knight’s strange habits, but this was a different kind of feeling pulsing through her heart. The slight giggles, the giddy gaze that poured over the girl’s own body. It was so unnatural to see from her…

Her worries went unnoticed as the icy haired girl put on the final part of the skinsuit. The hoodie-covered head, her head slipping straight into it. And as soon as she adjusted the whole thing and made sure that it fit snugly around her head, it shut itself. Just like it had done on the rest of her body.

Normally, Eula would be reacting rather violently. Maybe even grabbing her claymore and trying to free herself by cutting herself free. But why should she? The giggle in her heart, the giggle that guided her ever since she put on those tight and icy leggings… It was so welcoming. As if it had always waited for her to wear this suit.

She could barely see anything inside the suit. Mostly because Sucrose hadn’t cut the best eyeholes to match the mask that the Cicin Mages were known for, but… Did that really matter, when the comforting cold and giggle were here to keep her company?

Mmhm. The cold… It wasn’t the same kind of cold that she used when she swung that silly sword around. It was an oppressive and captivating cold. The same cold that the Cicin that she could summon used. The same cold that she would bury the world in, all for the sake of the Tsaritsa...

Yes… Yes, that was it… The image of that divine woman, who all of the Fatui served. Who she had always served. That was what they all fought for. Who they all wanted to serve with all of their heart…

“E-Eula!” Sucrose cried out as she tried to shake the Cryo-flavored Cicin Mage in front of her. She could barely even identify the girl underneath. It was like her mannerisms, even her way of carrying herself when she wasn’t speaking, had been frozen solid. Leaving nothing more than another Cicin Mage in her place…

Eula? Who was that again, exactly? The Cicin Mage felt something stirring within her cold, wicked heart as she heard that name… But that was probably nothing. She didn’t remember anybody with that name.

“Ehehehe…” The Cicin Mage smiled as she grabbed ahold of the green-haired girl’s cheek. “What a cute girl you are. A shame that you’re not lending your powers to a greater cause. You could be so, so much more if you did.”

A chill started to pour through the green-haired alchemist as she listened to the mage’s words. A familiar, yet at the same time overpowering chill. This was Eula’s power, enhanced by the suit itself. And it made it so difficult to think… “N-No, t-this isn’t…”

She didn’t get far before the masked cutie put her lips up against her own, leaving a cold kiss right there. Her lips covered with part of her powers, easily letting a bit of that wonderful Cryo energy into the alchemist. “Don’t worry, don’t worry. You’ll understand what you need to do very soon, my cute friend.” The Cicin Mage chimed, giggling as she watched her plan slowly but surely unfold.

Sucrose could barely hold onto her sense of self as she slowly but surely felt her body freezing from the inside out. What was she supposed to do to counteract this feeling… Should she counteract it?

No, why should she? The cold, though it pressed down on her and made her feel like nothing… It was liberating. Because it was this sense of nothingness that set her free. She didn’t have any responsibilities. The only thing she had to do was follow the cold, and do everything for it…

Slowly but surely the green-haired Alchemist started smiling, as a set of Cryo emblems appeared on her cheeks. The Cicin Mage had frozen her heart, and she would now listen to her every word. Every thought would be devoted to the masked cutie… All so she could continue enjoying her ‘freedom’.

The Cicin Mage giggled as she slowly started leading the girl along. She had plenty of plans for her. Especially regarding the ability to create sisterly suits like the one she wore. Not that she thought about why she was wearing herself, that seemed a little silly… But it also seemed like a useful ability that could truly benefit the Fatui and their cause.

And as she guided her ‘friend’ along, Eula remained blissfully unaware of the villainy she was now committing. All while thinking she had always been an obedient and loyal Cicin Mage...