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

20 | Paldea's Legendary Trainer

Thump.

A box drops from the shelf, spilling its contents. Canned goods and prepackaged beverages go falling into a mess on the cold ground, and the one who made the mess turns red in the face. With a grunt and a spark of frustration in her eye, Cinderace readies her foot for a powerful kick at both the fallen box and the innocent shelf above it. The storage room, once plunged into dim light, becomes vastly illuminated by the Pokémon's fiery heel.

"Hey, hey, hey!!" you shout, yanking Cinderace back before her fire can land on anything. The two of you go falling to the ground; you're the only one whose fall is broken by the solid floor. "Gah...! Chill out! I know you're mad, but you can't go setting this place on fire!" Cinderace wiggles and squirms, urged to bring this whole store to the ground, and you're barely managing to restrain her by hugging her from behind. You hold on tight for what feels like forever until the Pokémon calms herself down, her frantic movements coming to a halt and her red face turning white again.

"Trust me," you sigh, "I'm mad too. Starting the new year by having to work and getting no pay on top of it? I feel the same as you do, really, but if you destroy the place, we'll only be in more trouble."

Cinderace pouts, folding her arms tight. "Cinder..."

"It's only for a few days. Just be glad we don't have to work the registers. All we gotta do is stock shelves and that's that." Noticing her reluctance to listen, you give Cinderace a gentle rub on the head to which she unfolds her arms and leans back into you. "There you go. Just relax for a sec."

"Cinn..." she purrs, comforted by your embrace.

While you're rubbing between her big ears, you hear the snap of fingers from behind you. A chill runs down your spine. You're quickly reminded that you're not alone in here and a little bit of rest and relaxation, especially in Cinderace's presence, isn't an option. Slowly, as though you don't really want to face her, you look over your shoulder into the darkness. The storage room here is rather big, stretching back a while into an endless corridor full of product ready to be unboxed. The absence of light, too, traces as far back as the full shelves do, but there in the darkness stands a familiar figure. Your supervisor. She peers out of the pitch-black corner with eyes of red, two bloody beacons of light stronger than any fluorescent bulbs installed in a grocery store.

She snaps her fingers again, signaling for you to stop messing around and continue working. Of course, you also have to factor in the way you and Cinderace must look right now. She's on top of you, your arms wrapped loosely around her in a warm, close embrace. That's not exactly something Meowscarada would want to see.

"Right, sorry," you say and let Cinderace out of your arms. She, too, feels the energy in the room drop to an all-time low from Meowscarada's appearance alone. She does her best not to pay any mind to the feline watching from the shadows as she continues gathering boxes from the shelves with you. You follow along in silence, cleaning up the mess on the floor and packing it back into its box.

If the store manager, Louis, wasn't bad enough, now you have your own partner giving you the nastiest stare-down to ensure nothing happens between you and Cinderace in this empty, lonely room. Anything could go wrong. She might try to seduce you. Lay you out for her pleasure. Perhaps attempt to pleasure you herself. The possibilities are endless, and each and every one of them remain ingrained in Meowscarada's mind. She has calculated every single thing that could happen between you and that other Pokémon, naturally leading her to believe she needs to be present at all times in order to prevent something she doesn't like from happening. The feline watches you like a hawk, her red eyes twinkling out of the black backdrop, her arms crossed and her body stiffened — but her body is impossible to see from here. All you can see every time you cast a short glance over your shoulder is the glow of her eyes. Ravenous. Evil. Ready to strike at any given moment, considering the possibilities of Cinderace losing a few screws and trying something fishy.