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

41 | Forty-Eight Hours

Tours have never been your thing. Something about prancing around like a dog on a leash listening to the guide spew wordy nothings about how or when something was built, or what purpose it serves, and all the extra gibberish you don't need to hear because you're capable of leading yourself. It's unbearable. Back when you were young, your parents took you to the grand tour of a newly established Pokéball factory. You zoned out for the duration of it, and the only slight memory of it lingering in your head is the potent stench of hot machinery, disinfectant, and the overly squeaky laughs of children your age.

Doesn't seem too far off from how you feel now. Lacey has gone on and on about the school's background and the kind of gifted curriculum it offers, as well as the bonus benefits packed in alongside the Terarium. As you'd expect, her enthusiasm about the school is extraordinarily high. Unfortunately for her, she's with you. And that means you haven't picked up a word she said ever since she started yapping about extensive double battle classes.

You got a full tour of the school. From each hallway filled with dorms to the stores bearing lackluster selection, and you got a glimpse of a clubroom Lacey called out for being where the official League members typically dawdle. The Elite Four, her and three others, whom you've yet to meet, and a Champion named Drayton. This was just about the only tidbit of information you paid any attention to.

Nearing the end of the tour, you follow Lacey at a comfortable distance as she patrols the walkway descending into the facility. A long, dim hall stretches out before you, leading into yet another staircase. Makes you seriously wonder how this whole academy manages to maintain structure underwater. Especially if it's this deep.

"Hey." Lacey looks at you over her shoulder. "You've been real quiet this whole time. I hope I haven't scared you."

"Scared me? No way. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed by everything."

"Hm." The girl's calculating eyes fall on the rounded shape bulging out of your pocket — a Pokéball. "Is there a reason you haven't brought out your partner?"

"My—?"

"Come on." Lacey stops walking so abruptly, you almost bump into her. "Legendary. Prodigy. Whatever you wanna be called — it's not just you. You've got your Meowscarada tucked away." The two of you stand here in this scarcely-lit hall, devoid of all noise so that every whisper may bounce off the wall in an endless echo. In a way, this corridor feels like a prison. Built to lock you in with this girl who gives you some weird kind of feeling, neither good nor bad, but it most definitely feels like something slimy slinking down your spine. Lacey faces you, her eyes pointing at the capsule in your pocket as if willing you to reach for it.

"She can be... rowdy sometimes," you struggle to say with a straight face. "Don't want her causing any trouble."

Lacey folds her arms over her chest and cocks her head to the side. "How much trouble could she possibly cause?"

You pause to take a breath, and it's like inhaling a whiff of poison. If only you knew. If only she knew Meowscarada had been nothing but a menace for months. If only she knew Meowscarada was capable of making not only articles of clothing vanish, but living beings entirely. If only she knew Meowscarada decapitated a Salazzle with one swift strike of magic, hardly a lift of her finger.

You bite back the urge to dump too much info on this oblivious girl. It would be best not to let her discover Meowscarada's other... worrisome side. You reach in your pocket and out comes the capsule. As you might expect, Lacey is eagerly waiting for you to let Meowscarada out. You aren't going anywhere near the Terarium until the cat's out of the bag, or so it seems. Just how can someone be this determined to see a normal Pokémon?