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

50 | Hush, Sweet Boy

Never, in all this time, did you think that someday, one of Meowscarada's greatest secrets would be found out. You guess that's what you get for being too loud in a not so secluded place. Clenching your jaw tight, you spin on your feet and yank open the door, Meowscarada rushing close by your side. She moves faster than you, in fact, being the first one to throw herself out of the door — wildly seizing the figure outside in a ruthless tackle.

She pins the person down, digging her claws into their chest, then draws back as Kieran's desperate voice hits her ears.

"W-Wait, don't hurt me—!!"

Meowscarada grimaces, pushing her weight down harder into him. His breaths come out in thick gasps as the overgrown cat achors her paws against his chest. The dread in his eyes is palpable. He might even start crying. Not that you'd be surprised. Feeling the pressure of Meowscarada's glare when she's ticked off is paramount torture, like gazing into the eyes of hellspawn. Kieran whimpers, squirming to no avail, the feeling of warm fur consuming his body no such thing as comforting, but suffocating as he is engulfed by Meowscarada's furious assault.

"Alright, that's enough," you say, leaning forward and prying Meowscarada from the boy. She resists a moment, her claws clinging to the front of Kieran's shirt, but eventually surrenders to your pull. Her tail flickers, irritated, her eyes refusing to leave the boy who has just delved into her secrets. Meowscarada as a whole is barely holding back the temptation to go against your word, but she obeys regardless. She turns and walks back to your side, crosses her arms over her chest.

You sigh. When you should really be fearing that the whole world might learn of Meowscarada's uncanny ability to speak, all you do is sigh. The truth is that nothing good will come out of this, yet at the same time, nothing bad will spawn from it either. It'll just be incredibly exhausting to worry over your "fans" if they learn your magical cat is a bit more magical than everyone seems to believe.

"Sorry," you say in a low voice, offering your hand to the boy. He hesitates, eyeballing you fearfully as if you might be poised to double-cross him the moment he gets to his feet. He digresses. He takes your hand, letting himself be pulled up. Once he's up, he dusts his uniform and offers a timid glance, once again twiddling his thumbs.

"I swear, I won't tell—"

"Shh. Come in before someone else hears us."

You pull him into the room. Meowscarada, still staring the boy down like a ravenous beast awaiting her meal, follows, shutting the door and enclosing you all in the false warmth of the little dorm room -- but not before she cranes her neck and checks the halls for any stragglers, like that sister of his.

Kieran stands by the kitchen counter, his eyes bouncing to and fro everything in the room. Everything but Meowscarada. It's clear he's still terrified of being pinned down, beaten or worse... mauled. Mauled by a cat who might as well be called a bear.