[Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!

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When you wake the next morning, the first thing you see makes your heart skip a few beats. From the moment you open up your eyes, Meowscarada is on top of you, straddling you in bed.

You look to your right, then to your left. Both of your wrists are being held down in the grasp of her paws. You wonder — just how long has she been doing this before you finally decided to wake up?

"Good morning to you too, I guess." Your voice is too tired to sound alert. "Can you get off?"

Meowscarada groans in disapproval, rolling her eyes like a bratty teen while she goes about removing herself from your body. She goes back to lying beside you, pressed up against your side.

"Meow-sca," she says and then clings to your arm. How about that. You've just opened your eyes to a new day and you're already being sucked into Meowscarada's antics. You stare blankly up at the ceiling, thinking to yourself: today's gonna be a long day.

When you finally do get the chance to get up, you crawl out of bed, fish around your room for an outfit, all while trying to rub the crust from your eyes in preparation for starting the day. Meowscarada lies in bed as you go to and fro inside the room, her eyes following you all the while.

"I don't think we've got much to do today," you speak as you start slipping a shirt on. "This week is pretty much a free week. Next week we've gotta head over to Levincia's gym, and then... umm..."

You stop and stare out the window a moment. Day by day you've been making so many plans that you're naturally starting to forget each one. Every day something new comes up, and every day the last thing you planned gets pushed into a bottomless pit in your memory.

You scratch your head, looking distant. Meowscarada mews to snap you out of it, drawing your attention with a hand gesture beckoning you over to her.

"What?" You approach. Your partner snaps her fingers, and right out of the blue, a small journal spawns into her free paw. You're not surprised. She's done that before, like when she snapped her fingers once in the past to snatch a pair of your pants. And then that other time she made your pants outright disappear from your body.

Making things disappear is her specialty.

You stare at the journal, then meet her eyes. "What's in it?"

She opens the book and waves her paw at the first page. You lean in to read. At the top of the page, sectioned in the middle of the paper, is a bold header that reads: Master's Agenda.

Below that, a list of every assignment and plan you've made in the past two months or so. Many of which are crossed out because you've already done them, but some seem to have been forgotten about considering how far up the list they're written. Meowscarada flips the page. The list stops short and it appears to you these last few plans are ones you've made recently.