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

53 | Ceaseless Voices

"So... Cinnamon," you echo.

The name's simple. Just about as basic and wholesome as you'd expect from a trainer's old nickname for their partner. The problem? It kinda makes you hungry. You start to zone out, your head flashed by images of sweet cinnamon treats; glazed cinnamon buns, chewy cookies fresh from the oven, frosted cupcakes—

"Hello? Earth to Master," says Meowscarada. You realize she's been tapping a claw against your cheek. "Wakey wakey."

"Sorry," you say and shake your head. Your eyes wander for a moment, landing on Cinderace. She's keeping herself preoccupied by repeating her name in the faintest whisper, hardly loud enough to hear even in the dead silence of the canyons. A wonderful joy spreads across your face at the sight of her looking so happy with herself, and perhaps even happier with her old trainer whom you never had the pleasure of meeting.

"You know, I never gave much thought to nicknames," you admit, cupping your chin in your palm. "Official ones, anyway." You turn to Meowscarada. "Like, I used to just call you Sprig and Flora when you were little."

The feline immediately perks up — you're not liking that look on her face. "I can think of a few names you can call me," she says.

"Oh no..."

"Let's see... how about Wife? Wifey, Honey, Snuckums, Darling, Beloved, Precious..."

"Please stop."

"Personally I'm a fan of Wife." She shrugs, giving you that horribly irritating catlike smirk. "Fits me, doesn't it?"

"For the last time, we are not married."

"One day I'll slide a ring on that finger. Just you wait."

"The day I marry a Pokémon is the day I die. And the day my family disowns me."

Meowscarada crosses her arms, flashing a childish pout. "How many times do I have to remind you? I can talk like you, walk like you, eat like you, breed like you... I'm practically a human with fur."

"That's not how that works," you tell her matter-of-factly.

"Whatever, jerk." She curls up and hugs her knees, staring off in the distance at nothing in particular. You train your focus back on the rabbit next to you, still pleased to be hearing her recite her own name with that expression of sunshine pouring off her face.

"So, uh, Cinna?"

She looks to you, tilts her head.

"I just wanna make one thing clear. We can't let anyone hear you talking like this. It's gotta be super-duper secret. We can't have a repeat of what happened earlier today. Meowscarada already got busted back at the—"

The feline strikes your shoulder again, harder this time. You wince and flop onto your side, moaning in pain and trying in vain to rub the horrible stinging sensation away.

"Oww!!"

"Shut up, meow!" she hisses. "That wasn't my fault!"

"I never said it was!"

"You're insinuating!"

"Oww... Arceus... anyway!" You pull your eyes away from the enraged feline. "Cinna, just do me a favor and try not to let anyone but us hear you talk."

She nods. "O-Okay!"

"Hmph," Meowscarada grumbles. "Still got no clue how she's just throwing these words out. I only taught her the good boy thing."

"She's just smart," you say and grin at the bunny, pulling yourself back up. "Isn't that right?" You reach out your fist, and Cinna's eyes sparkle at the gesture.