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

9 | Meowscarada's Secret

Time has passed by as endlessly as ever. For the remainder of your day you find little to do, so you bide your time wrapped up in blankets sprawled out on your bed. Scrolling through social media does nothing for you; it's all just rookie trainers boasting about their gym victories, the occasional creep taking questionable photos of their Pokémon partners, and of course don't forget the plethora of memes on every page that are so stupid that they're good.

And that other app where tons and tons of trainers from around the world like to start rumors and argue with one another over the most mundane things. Once upon a time you liked to read through all the drama of the world, but now you've matured. Avoid it like the plague.

You can't stop wondering about everything that's been happening to you. Some good things, some bad, some shrouded in a mystery that doesn't seem to want to let up. First there was your friend offering you this priceless ring. You lift your arm and look at the gorgeous thing, watch it glimmer under the moonlight that has begun to slip in through your bedroom window. You're still not a massive fan of jewelry but this ring feels special somehow. Special on its own and special coming from your closest friends.

You're wondering if Avery is looking to be more than friends someday.

Aside from them, there's that criminalized Cinderace. Apparently she's been all over the town, illegally scavenging whatever she can find like any thief would. But that doesn't feel right. There's something about her that seems off to you. You close your eyes and recall the look on her face; defiant, rude, cunning. Yet at the same time... lost. Like she's not in it for the wrong reasons. That people are just misunderstanding her. You're not sure now but you hope to see her again soon... and hopefully without Meowscarada finding out. You really don't want another power wash.

And speaking of Meowscarada...

Well, she's Meowscarada. Hasn't changed one bit since she started going off the deep end as a Floragato. At this point she's slipped past the deep end and entered some uncharted territory. But it seems like she still has your best interests in heart. If that can even make up for some of the stuff she's done. You're hoping she cuts it out soon, but something tells you that's just not gonna happen. Better suck it up and roll with the punches. Or the kitty claws.

You turn over onto your stomach, rolling into the other side of the bed. In doing so, you feel something solid beneath your chest. Something beneath the blankets. After taking a second to register what it could possibly be, you take into consideration the fact this is normally the side of the bed Meowscarada claims when she gets the chance to sleep with you.

Curiously you peel back the blankets and find a small journal tucked away but not so well hidden.

"What do we have here?" you whisper to yourself, grinning at the thought of uncovering something like a diary. Before you grab it, you pause. You ask yourself if you should risk discovering something personal about your partner, if that would play out well for you in the long run. You'd certainly never want Meowscarada to find your personal treasures. Not that you have that many. Or really any at all. Diaries aren't your thing.

"Just... a little peek. A quick glimpse won't hurt," you tell yourself.

Careful, as to not make a single sound, you open the first page of the journal. So far, it's nothing but random scratches made in ink, stretching the length and width of the paper. It's all chickenscratch. Incomprehensible. So it doesn't make you feel guilty that you're reading it because you can't really read it.