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

37 | Back to the Roots

You wake up in a daze.

There's this feeling inside you that you never truly were awake in the first place, that the last week or so has been but a dream. Or rather, a nightmare. You find yourself questioning reality as you pull yourself to a sitting position and feel the bedsheets around you. Soft, warm, comforting — they melt under your fingertips and sink smoothly beneath your weight. You've never felt more liberated in the comfort of your own home, nor your own bed. You could almost crack a smile if it weren't for the searing pain in your chest...

Ah. Right. You almost forgot. The wound is still on your chest. You bring your hand up to your body and touch the gash cutting into your flesh. It's not too deep, nothing life-threatening, but it sure does hurt like hell. Your only question is why you weren't hospitalized for it. You don't see a shred of bandaging. Although, it does feel like someone has been tending to the wound while you were out cold. Amidst the burning is a subtle stinging sensation, the sizzle of antiseptic on an open cut.

First your neck... now your whole chest. You just can't catch a break, can you? Everywhere you go, someone or something seems to have it out for you. You're lucky Vaporeon didn't take a chunk out of your jugular, otherwise that day would've ended much differently. You're also lucky Salazzle didn't cut too deep — you're pretty sure those claws could've reached past your ribcage. Imagine that. Getting your heart ripped out by a Pokémon. That's one real bloody way to go out.

As you're assessing your health, you hear the bedroom door click. You look up and find Meowscarada slinking herself inside, moving slow and deliberately so that she doesn't wake you — she just doesn't know you're awake already.

When she finally sees you staring toward the door, a smile stretches across her lips, a tender sparkle lights up her eyes. She looks as excited as she would when she was just a tiny Sprigatito. Those times where she would spring into your arms and cuddle you for hours on end.

Times are different.

"Master," she whispers ecstatically and hurries over to the side of the bed. "You're up! God, I'd hug you so tight right now if it weren't for that cut you have."

You smile at her. "You were the one disinfecting my wound, huh?"

She nods and takes a seat on the edge of the bed, idly patting down the sheets. "Yeah. Wasn't just me though."

"Oh?"

Meowscarada lifts her chin and faces the door. "Come on in."

Responding to the call, someone else fills the doorway. Cinderace timidly approaches the door. A face you haven't seen since you last visited the hospital, and back then her expression was empty, only complemented by the shine and shimmer of medical devices scattered all around her bed. Cords and liquids strewn about to keep her alive. Here, she's on her own two feet, the only remnant of medical device on her body is that bandage wrapped around her chest where she was once impaled... by Meowscarada.

Disregarding the horrors you recall, your face floods with a huge smile. You're so glad to see her again.

"Cinderace!" Your voice cracks. You don't even realize tears have come to your eyes. "Cin... der..." Before long, you're already breaking down into sobs, having to wipe your tears away ferociously. She hasn't even had time to step into the room!

"Cinn..." Cinderace walks in and comes to the side of the bed opposite Meowscarada. She leans into you, pulling your hands down so that she may wipe your tears for you. Her fluffy white fur has never felt softer on your face. The warmth of her paw makes her feel alive, the very opposite of what you were expecting. You've had the thought that she would die from her injuries buried in the back of your mind, but now she's here. Standing before you, smiling at you, touching your moistened cheeks.