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

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I just realized something.

In all the time I've had Cinderace, I've never battled with her. I don't even know what she's capable of.

Actually, I take that back. She can be hella intimidating when she wants to be, and she's packing some serious firepower in those paws. Her last trainer must have been really good.

Moreover, it seems like her and Meowscarada are on good terms now. They haven't been at each other's throats in... what, a few weeks now?

So...

A change of pace won't hurt, right?

. . .

Your thoughts from earlier lead you back to the Terarium, that vast expanse of land accustomed to numerous Pokémon species all isolated beneath the sea. It's not the ideal place for training, considering the fields are fraught with stray Pokémon and some of them tend to shoot you the stink eye from afar, but it was your only option.

The academy's courtyard was filled with trainers attending classes and leisurely battles among one another and such. Hanging with them wasn't a choice. Although now that you think about it, you totally could've wiped the floor with each and every one of them. Meowscarada would have these students and their Pokémon partners begging for mercy in no time.

Guess you've got the option to become a villain in the future if you so choose.

At a secluded spot in the canyons, you oversee an ongoing battle between Cinderace and Meowscarada. Standing on the sidelines, you frantically spew out commands in response to every move they make.

"Meowscarada, use Dark Pulse!"

"Cinderace, let's see if you can use enough leg strength to kick right through it!"

"Stay light on your feet, both of you!"

"Cinderace, come on! Amp up that fire!"

Sparks bounce from their bodies with each hit that connects...

Cinderace backpedals, taking in a sharp breath as her feet collect an insurmountable charge of fire. With how much she's packing, it's now audible, the crackle of flames and the blast emitting from her heels. It becomes so much that the air turns thick and humid in no time whatsoever, and your vision is clouded by embers sparkling amidst the air like glitter.

An inferno collects at Cinderace's heels, breaking out abruptly and then twirling up into a flaming tornado around her legs.

At the same time, Meowscarada rushes in, arms outstretched behind her back as she lets out an aggressive meow and springs into the air. Her magic spills from her paws, assuming the form of pretty green leaves that trail her in her wake.

You go silent, allowing the two to initiate this next step of the battle on their own. Your eyes twinkle in amusement.

Meowscarada swipes her claws in a massive arc at Cinderace.

The rabbit doesn't flinch — it was only a decoy. She seems to be able to read Meowscarada like a book now. The magician's tricks have been unearthed. Cinderace pivots, spinning around to meet eyes with the real Meowscarada who has somehow transcended time and space to appear behind her instead.