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

39 | 'Til Death Do Us Part

[ Author's Note : Sorry for the wait! I've been out of my writing groove so, so horribly bad, it's been a hassle to write quite literally anything. This one chapter went through almost 10 complete rewrites, top to bottom, scrapping everything left and right — I just didn't know how to start this new arc off. Been a headache, let me tell ya.

Regardless, I hope you've all been enjoying the story so far. I've never written a story that's gone on this long, so I'm trying not to let the quality completely plummet. Thus far, reading your silly comments and even your small predictions/theories has kept me incredibly pumped up, so please comment as often as you'd like!!

I'll be extra motivated to make this a wonderful, extra long Meowscarada story for you all~! To my invested readers and the readers who are actually just skimming through for cropped Meowscarada art (no judgment here), I wanna thank you all for sticking around so long <3

- kelly ]

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Your bedroom door comes swinging open.

"Master!" Filling the doorway, striking a sassy pose with her paws glued to her hips, Meowscarada, who has — for the first time in a while — presented herself first with a huge pout on her face. "Tell me I belong to you! Now!"

You look over your phone at the Pokémon. The way she stands kinda reminds you of the way she'd stare you down as a Floragato. Body tense, eyes narrowed, her entire frame exerting an overwhelming dominance. If you didn't know any better, you'd think she was preparing to pounce on you from the doorway. Actually, scratch that. You're injured. She can't do that anyway.

Lifting an eyebrow, you nonchalantly focus back on your phone. You're endlessly swiping through a plethora of YouTube Shorts, per usual.

"You on your period again?" you say, bland.

Meowscarada scoffs. "What? No! Are you seriously gonna dodge me again?!"

"You're definitely on your period."

"You know I don't get those—" Meowscarada stops, groans, and pinches the bridge of her nose as she steps into the room. "You're insufferable."

"Look who's talking."

A Short pops up, and at first you think it's just some stranger recording themselves having a nice meal. They take forkfuls of what looks to be orange chicken and broccoli, and there beside them sit two full cups of bubbling soda. Your assumption is hilariously torn to shreds when the person doing a voice-over mentions something about being skinny, and the video cuts to a buzzing red lie detector.

You manage to crack a smile. First time you've been able to do that for a YouTube Short in a long while. Typically they're painfully unfunny or downright depressing. The amount of times you've combed over "awareness" videos where stray Pokémon are shown being abandoned by their trainers is astounding. Last one you saw, it was a baby Fennekin peeking its head out of a dumpster, canned food in its mouth, and bold monochromatic text reading: You could stop this...

Meowscarada steps in and breaks your immersion, kneeling overtop your legs. This is a prime position for her to take — with you resting your back on the headboard and stretching your legs like a bedridden hospital patient, Meowscarada finds no struggle in getting on top of you. She sits over your legs, leans closer until her warm breath is right there in your nose.