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

38 | To You, Never Forget

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She never had anyone else she could call friend or family. There were always outliers; those close enough to being considered family, but never reaching that mark in her eyes. To her, family meant only the deepest bond unrivaled by any other connection possible. Family was the reason she had a heart and a soul and a smile to mask all her sorrows.

She knew she was among the fortunate ones.

To be born into a family's hands was the first thing any living being sought after. Some, the unfortunate ones, never found that luxury. Whether they be human, Pokémon, or some uncharted species living in plain sight, the term "family" came as either a blessing to hear or a dream long yearned after.

She considered herself lucky.

Not all families were as welcoming as hers. She didn't know what other families went through, as there were too many to count, too many to see from one set of eyes, but she knew from the start that not all families were as warm as hers. Some might have been warmer. Some might have fallen and ceased to exist. Some might have never existed from the very beginning.

She knew she was... loved.

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Cinderace stepped into her home.

She hadn't done any cleaning in a while after being out for so long, she could practically see the buildup of dust lathering the floorboards and the tables in the room adjacent to the entrance. Down the hall, the kitchen where she would store Granny Eve's wafers and soup. Beyond that, a pantry that hadn't seen the light of day in far too long. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much dirt and grime managed to fill that part of the old house. She'd clean it eventually, she told herself.

Gran could always count on her to keep the place tidy.

Cinderace made her way up the staircase to another dusty second floor. Amidst the air was the bitter, salty taste of a house that had been shut out from contact in a long time. It was almost like no one even lived here, yet any who had the chance to come inside would be surprised to find a frail old woman in a dark, empty room at the very back of the second floor. She would be bedridden, but no one would pay any mind to that. No one knew who she really was. All except for Cinderace, naturally.

Cinderace sauntered down the hall, carelessly dragging her feet. Her nose would be constantly twitching and turning up at the stale smell in the air, and much to her surprise, her body would be subjected to frantic jittering, anxious shaking and the like. She couldn't tell what it was. Perhaps the long-lost antiquity of the place she used to call home. Perhaps the overbearing sense of guilt she was feeling for not visiting her Gran enough.

Gran wouldn't make a fuss about it. The old woman was too forgiving for her own good.

Cinderace stepped up to the door.