Meowscarada sits up. Touching her paw to the ground, she can't believe she allowed herself to fall asleep in Cinderace's presence. She averts her eyes from the sight of lush white fur by her side, shaking herself awake, but at a further glance, she finds the rabbit's eyes to be shut still. Meowscarada's ears twitch curiously as the sound of gentle snores mask the silence.
She breathes a relieved breath and lifts her paw to her face, her eyes raking through every inch of fur.
"I had that dream again," she whispers.
Her most reoccurring dream. She can never tell why it comes to mind so often, but every time it does, it's just as vivid as the world around her. In it, she feels alive — not asleep, nor awake. Alive. As if she has lived in that moment once before.
"Can I even call it a dream anymore?"
Dreams are but figments of imagination drawn from shallow thought. Sometimes, they are not as shallow — in which case, they become vivid. Meowscarada tells herself this, time and time again. Her dreams have never just been vivid. They have always been real.
She rubs her face tiredly, trying to pull herself out of this train of thought but failing horribly in her attempt. Too many questions rack up in her brain.
"It's not a dream," she tells herself, "it's a memory."
A memory...
When I once had a different body.
No. No — I've always had this body. This vessel. But I'm still not... myself.
Frustrated with these endless thoughts, Meowscarada summons a blade of magic grass in her other paw. As sharp as a dagger, hardly differing from that of steel, it glitters dangerously before her harsh eyes. One touch from the tip would draw blood from any mound of skin.
She lifts it to her arm, hesitates a moment, then violently plunges it into the flesh.
She grits her teeth, hit with a surge of pain as the blade tears through muscle, leaving an open gash splitting the top of her arm. Her paw curls into a tight fist, tears flooding her eyes as this searing pain runs all through her burning limb. Just a little more. A little deeper and she can find an answer. The blade shreds along her tender nerves, a wild flow of blood gurgling out of the wound. She practically threatens to bite her lip off as she bears the pain, carving a straight line out of the tissue.
With a pained moan, she rips the blade out and throws it to the air. Before it hits the ground, it vanishes into dazzling green particles of light, but Meowscarada looks away, focused intently on the wound in her arm. She squeezes it, crimson running like a river beyond banks of sensitive pink flesh. She cut deep enough to find bone. Deep enough to see what lies beneath all that false muscle.
Looking down into the gash, Meowscarada's eyes twinkle, both with hot salty tears and awestruck wonder at her discovery.
And yet... inconceivable fear.
Her bones are not "bones" at all.
Meowscarada's breath catches in her throat as she lays eyes upon the mockery of life within her body. Under the fur, the skin, the flesh — there are crystals, bending and twisting haphazardly like a wildly strewn-together system of fake bones. Her veins flow, not with fresh blood, but soft blue light.
"What..."
Her body begins to quake. For the first time in so very long, she is utterly stunned. Utterly terrified... of herself. A thought rushes back to her. Cinderace asked what she was. And answering honestly, Meowscarada made it clear that she didn't even know for herself.
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[18+ Yandere Meowscarada x Reader] I'll Make Them All Disappear!
Romance[Pretty NSFW - Very suggestive, but no direct smut scenes!] 🍃 Not even lust can be masked by magic forever. As a Pokémon Trainer, your job is set: grow alongside your partner, Meowscarada, and take on whatever the cruel world might throw at you. It...