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

45 | No Rhyme or Reason

"I wasn't planning on finding a new trainer in the first place. When Granny Eve is gone, I don't think there's any reason for me to keep going."

...

"I'm nothing without the person I spent every waking moment of every single day beside. I've already decided."

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Her own words from long ago course through her head, stuck on repeat.

The only way out now, she believes, is for the lights to cut out. To Cinderace, there's only one fate worse than death, and that's having no family to call her own. There is no one with which she shares the unbearable grief of having lost Eve. As the years came and went, she may have met Eve's close human friends and some of her family members, but their faces are all but unrecognizably distorted images now.

Their voices have drowned out of her ears. Their eyes have lost all color. Cinderace remembers none of them. The only human face she can and will remember belongs to Eve. But Eve — but Mom — is gone.

So now, not even the fear of death can chill her body. With dead eyes, Cinderace looks beyond the cliff to the world spanning out beneath her feet.

She thought she could endure the pain of Eve's departure by sticking to that trainer. By sticking to you.

She was wrong.

Cinderace slowly blinks her eyes.

One step forward is all it takes. One step, and she'll close her eyes and that pang of certain death will be instant.

"I can't do this anymore," she tells herself. "I just want to see you again, Mom. I didn't get to spend enough time with you. I—"

A slow clapping noise rings out from behind her. Cinderace halts her thoughts, a deadpan look crossing her face as she glances over her shoulder to find Meowscarada slowly approaching. The feline wears a smug face, clapping her paws in a show of mockery and false applaud. She must be so delighted to see Cinderace at the end of her road.

"That's quite the insult, bun-bun," Meowscarada says, stopping a few feet away from Cinderace. "To think you'd manage to survive me of all things, and then proceed to kill yourself instead. Really hurts my pride." She feigns an offended moan, throwing a paw over her chest.

Cinderace doesn't listen. She hangs her head, turns back to the ridiculously low sight of the fields at the bottom of the hill.

"Gonna give me the silent treatment, then?" Meowscarada sighs, propping her paws on her hips. "You do you. I kinda hoped this day would come. Thankfully I got everything I needed out of you before this."

"Yeah?" Cinderace's voice is completely drained, devoid of emotion. "Like what?"

"Hmm. Got your help seducing Master on Christmas. Thanks to you, I learned fire isn't a threat to me. Oh, and having you come after me with so much bloodlust was funny. Not like you had a chance anyway."