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

62 | Blood Stains the Prettiest Faces

Nowhere to be found. You're nowhere to be found. Invidia checks the room in which she assumed you'd still be, but you're nowhere to be found. She gets on her knees and checks under the bed. Nothing. She throws open the bathroom door. Nothing. She opens all the cabinets in the claustrophobic, school-issued kitchen and finds nothing. As far as she knows, humans can't shrink their size small enough to fit themselves into cabinets and drawers, but she figured, for good measure, she might as well check.

The dorm room is empty and she's starting to feel anxious. It shows in the way her fur stands on end, the way it always would when Florian came home sick and Invidia swore to herself he might pass away in his sleep. She steps back to the door, stops, bends down to paw at the floorboards. Her nose picks something up, a faint scent, like that of sweat and a Pokémon in heat. She was never around that many aroused Pokémon in her lifetime, but drawing out the distinct stench of a libido left unattended is an effortless task for this cat's nose. It stinks, not that bad, just enough to make her nose wriggle uncomfortably. Her paw glances the floor, fingers wiping at a spot of moistness almost too subtle to pick out with the naked eye.

"Bodily fluid." She's contemplating tasting it to confirm. Even though at first glance it is, in fact, bodily fluid — human or Pokémon, she can't be sure — she simply wants to put her smarts to the test. With eyes closed and a stiff face, she swabs a trace of the sticky fluid onto her fingertip, hesitates, then quickly dips it onto her tongue. Her reaction comes fast; her face scrunches up into the most wrinkled cringe she's ever mustered, but she doesn't bother hiding her expression considering she's all alone in here. It's disgusting, not for its taste, but simply the fact she had it in her mouth. The fluid is warm, a little salty, sticky enough to cling to her rough tongue and leave the disgustingly damp texture lingering like sticky spoiled candy.

Invidia reels back in repulsion. She turns her head to the side and spits onto the wall. She makes a mental note to never do that again — never again taste a trace of liquid if it's on the floor and if it looks like it came from inside something's body, for God's sake, leave it there.

"Repulsive thinking," she scolds herself, and feels a sudden pang of both guilt and anger rise within her. Both emotions that don't resonate with her. Responding to the surge of feeling, she smacks her lips together and gets one last taste of the fluid on her tongue. Before it fades, she gets this gut feeling that it belongs to an Eeveelution of some sort — it must. An Eeveelution, the source of these emotions boiling her very core. After coming to this conclusion, Invidia feels those emotions grow stronger within her, though still not her own.

Strange. Somehow, she's still sharing enough of a mind with Theia to feel the crystal creation's emotions.

"I know why you're upset," Invidia speaks aloud to the ghost living in her brain, a little smile across her face. "It's that Vaporeon, isn't it?" It's like she's mocking Theia's helplessness, the one still trapped inside the body with no more hope of communicating or showing her true face or laying waste to the Pokémon still after her precious trainer. Within her fit of chuckling, Invidia feels pressure surging from the inside of her body, trying desperately to burst free but to absolutely no avail. Fingers scrape at her innards. A voice screams through her head. She's forced to stop laughing and pause as her body suddenly stumbles forward. She catches herself on the wall, holds her stomach.

That guilt and anger has twisted into something incomprehensible. It's... an outrage, leaking out from her limbs in the form of blue light. Invidia shifts her quivering glance to a pattern fading into her left arm, shining blue lines crawling up her skin, skittishly breaking off into markings that mimic that of a circuit board. She anxiously clasps her wrist and feels seething heat pouring through her fur. Hot enough to make her draw back.