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

34 | In Cold Hands Lies an Inferno

Cinderace gently turns the doorknob, hesitating when it comes open without the resistance of a lock. She pauses for a moment, looking around, her heart skipping a beat.

"It's... unlocked?"

Stepping through, she enters your home and finds nothing waiting for her there just beyond the threshold. Not a single noise, nor a presence belonging to human or Pokémon. It's eerily quiet. Cinderace feels her nose twitch a few times before she leans into the air, picking up the collective cloud of scents lingering in the air. The smell of sweat, food, some dirty laundry — staples of a normal household, perhaps. But to her silent astonishment, there's something else. Cinderace closes the door behind her before really focusing on the smell wafting through the air. Bitter... zesty even, a smell no normal house should contain. It reeks of fire and sweetness simultaneously.

She can't be certain what this smell truly is, so she dives deeper in the house, slowly and deliberately making her around as if she did not live here to some extent. She moves quietly, a mouse on eggshells, ensuring that she is the first to find a presence within the house and not the other way around. It would be detrimental to her if Meowscarada were to see her first. Everyone knows magicians act too fast, especially those with the deadliest set of skills and talent. Someone like Meowscarada is far too dangerous. Cinderace knows this better than anyone; she was nearly killed by the cat anyway.

On top of that, Cinderace isn't fully recovered. Having awoken from a deep coma, she's certainly not in tip-top shape. Her whole body is aching. When she takes the slightest step forward, she feels her lungs flare up with an unbearable, scorching pain unrivaled even by her very own flames. Cinderace is constantly clutching her chest as she stalks around the house, checking every room for a sign of you or Meowscarada.

She peeks into the living room.

"Nothing. I don't smell him either."

Walking deeper into the room, she takes note of the sofa. A blatant imprint stands out on the cushions. Fresh. Someone was here. But they're not here now, so Cinderace moves on.

The next room she checks is the kitchen. Also empty. This time there's no sign of anyone having been there recently. At first she's led to believe this is a dead end, until...

Her nose twitches.

"That smell."

That smell... the smell of fire and sweat and sweetness mixing... it's so strong here. She stops in the kitchen doorway, sniffing heavily at the air where a cloud of the scent happens to stand still. It's so obvious. She looks around the room, finding more of nothing, but when her eyes land on the basement door jammed in the corner of the kitchen, her whole body perks up. Her nose stops twitching and she balls her paws into fists, approaching the door. Here, the smell is intoxicating. Here, where she stands, that warm aroma is all she can taste. It's a thick scent, one that is somehow as heavy as the smell of a wet dirty dog or a human who has not showered in weeks, yet still it's so very compelling. Cinderace can't describe it. She's never smelled poison before... but this scent very well could be what a heavy dose of poison is.

She braces herself as she sets her paw on the basement doorknob.

She takes a breath, which was a mistake considering this putrid smell is so strong that it's welled itself up inside her throat and lungs.

Cinderace stifles a cough and turns the knob, opening the shrieking basement door only to be hit with another wave of aroma. This one is not as poisonous as the last. This one reeks purely of musk, sweat, and an animal in heat. Her nose picks it up, sending off blaring signals to her brain as she goes charging down the stairs.

"She's here!"

...

And right she is.

There by the dusty brick wall is Meowscarada, huddled in a blanket of darkness with her hands between her legs and her tail wildly waggling like a flag on a windy day. Cinderace stops at the foot of the steps, not sure what she's looking at... but she's not here to ask questions. She decided it was time to stop being curious and timid around this devil of a Pokémon when Meowscarada took it upon herself to attempt taking her life. Now, Cinderace wishes to show no mercy. No remorse, because Meowscarada did the same to her.