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

52 | Cinnamon

Their training continues on for a long while. The air is peppered with flakes of ember and Meowscarada's grassy crystals. You've moved away from it all. Where you stand, you're basking in the sun — which is really just an artificial "sun" strong enough to cover the entire Terarium — your shirt now off your body after it was burned to a crisp earlier.

Sad. You really liked that uniform shirt.

You stare at it, lying there crumpled up on the black canyon rocks.

Eh, you'll just snag an extra from Lacey when you see her again. She's sure to lend you another. Seems like she'd do really anything for you. Telling from how excited she was to be guiding you, catering to your every need on the tour, almost reluctant to leave you without her company. She's a nice girl but you would wager she's already fallen in love with you. Or maybe just your fame.

Like falling in love with a celebrity. That just doesn't compute in society. Fortunately you're not actually that famous. You wouldn't wish that kind of life on your worst enemy, even if it means swimming in money and praise and all the smokin' hot women you could possibly name.

Don't get your hopes up though.

Meowscarada won't have that.

You'll never land a girlfriend with her around.

Soon, the training between Meowscarada and Cinderace simmers down, and the two Pokémon come sauntering back to you. Oddly enough, they look giddy to be together. Arm in arm like a pair of best buddies. Big smiles on their faces. Your eyes sparkle at the sight, the realization that your partner has finally heeded your word and obeyed by what she considers to be the bitter law.

You were expecting them to still bicker and fight to the death...

But that's not the case anymore. Not after you told Meowscarada not to provoke Cinderace in the event someone actually did lose their life.

Now it's different.

"You two look real happy," you say, cracking the smallest grin at how their little tails wag in sync. "Best friends now, huh?"

Meowscarada giddily breaks into a nod. "Something like that, sure!" She faces the rabbit. "Meow. I'm almost glad I didn't murder you, bun-bun!"

"Cin-cinder..."

"I know, I know. I was in a mood, okay?"

"Cinn? Cinder!"

"Yeah, yeah... suuure."

"Cinn?"

"Of course! You're great! I could just gobble you up!"

Meowscarada pulls the rabbit into a bear hug.