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

42 | Wilted Rose Adorn a Corpse

Walking through the savanna ends up being pretty tame. Some sort of artificial sun bears down on you, adding to the false authenticity of this manmade ecosystem. Feels as real as Paldean roads.

You're so soothed by the freshness of the air that you don't realize something's charging at you. Lifting your gaze, you find a hulking mass coming ever closer to you at breakneck speed. Strangely toned muscles over a quadruped body, rock-hard flesh on hoofed calves—

You stop in your tracks and shout as a pair of jagged horns surge toward you. A wild Tauros!

"Wait wait wait—!"

It's about to make contact and, most likely, take your life when you hear a little sigh behind you. Meowscarada suddenly throws herself out into the field, quick as lightning, her deadly grace suspending the wild bull in a flash of horror. Bright green leaves flutter out from Meowscarada's paws as she seamlessly stops the Tauros in its path, grasping its horns tight in her palms and pulling up into the air with every ounce of her strength. The movement launches the Pokémon far into the sky, a desperately frantic shriek filling the air as a result.

You look at Meowscarada, wanting to tell her not to... you know... murder the thing. Already too late for that though. Meowscarada points a finger at the airborne Tauros and a beam of her green magic surges out like a sniper bullet, piercing the bull's head with uncannily perfect accuracy.

A moment later, its lifeless body drops to the ground with a deafening thud. The wound in its head spills crimson, bleeding over the golden grass.

You're too stunned to speak. At the same time you don't understand why you're even surprised. She'll hold back when it's a trainer battle, but when it comes to wild Pokémon, Meowscarada is clearly out for blood.

As though everything were disposable to her.

You're used to it now, sadly.

Meowscarada crosses her arms. "All these pampered Pokémon are gonna need to be whipped into shape, clearly."

"Whipping someone into shape and killing them is not the same thing..."

She snaps her fingers. The body disappears. Like nothing has even happened, that Pokémon's family will never know what just went down.

"I wasn't going to let it kill you," she grumbles, then comes over to you. You look into her dim eyes, not sure if you're afraid or unfettered by her ruthlessness. When she reaches her paw to the top of your head and gives you a few gentle pats, you decide not to question your fear any longer.

"You okay?" she asks.

Why is it oddly soothing? You blink a few times, confused but not resisting in the slightest. "I'm... I'm fine." Hard to say, but you think you're starting to blush.

Focus! Now's not the time, you tell yourself. Not only did you just witness a poor Pokémon die by Meowscarada's hand — again — you've got better things to do than stand and gawk. You slink your way out of Meowscarada's calming touch and keep walking through the savanna, not really sure where exactly you're headed. Meowscarada keeps up with you, sticking close to your side like an overprotective guardian. All the while her eyes curiously drift toward your bag.

"So... are we gonna use that Synchro thingy now?"

"We probably need to find a safe place to use it. If it really connects me to your body, I'd assume I'm not gonna be in complete control of mine until we disconnect."

She hums in thought. "So?"

"So I'm not trying to get ganked by a wild Pokémon while I'm out cold."