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

69 | Veni, Vidi, Vici

No one would believe what you're about to do. If Meowscarada saw—especially if she saw—she would be on top of you faster than you can blink, and she'd do the honors Zoroark so desperately wanted to do before you managed to break her down into tears. Going against every alarm blaring in your mind and body and against all your better judgment, you look Zoroark in the eyes, reach up, and wipe her tears with your thumb.

"What was she like?" you ask. "Your trainer, I mean." Zoroark visibly hesitates at the question, silent, but still does not shy away from your fingers. She allows you to stroke her teary cheeks. You are surprised, to say the least; the amount of moistness running down on your hand is like that of an ocean sea pouring from her eyes. You cup her cheek in your palm and she cries harder. 

Tears, a lot of them—she has been keeping these in for Arceus-knows-how-long. There was never just anger, never just unhinged loathing for those who think they are perfect, those whose lives flow by effortlessly. She has been subject to torment by her very own ideals, been listening to them taunt her, day in, day out. And in doing so, she has been brought to tears she could never really let out.

"My trainer," she says, her voice wavering. "That little... fucker."

"Before she left you all alone," you say, "what was she like?"

"She was..." Zoroark trails off. A flash of anger throbs through her eyes. You notice this and caress her cheek a little faster, like an inexperienced breeder trying desperately to soothe a crazy-eyed, salivating dog. Thankfully, she calms quickly under your hand and continues to speak.

"She was the cutest girl I knew," she whispers. "She had big blue eyes I could stare into for hours. She was petite, but not that petite, super attractive in the eyes of human boys—I could tell from the way they would stop and gawk."

She takes a calculated pause, waiting for your approval. You give it in a soft nod of the head. "She was bad at math, even worse with history, and she'd always come to me thinking I would help her with homework. Well, I would have, but I knew she was plenty smart enough. I never needed to help her. She would come home from school and we'd check her test scores together. She had always scored perfect, or near that, anyway."

The fox falls silent, her eyes somehow distant and shimmering with answers all the same. She looks patiently to the stretches of beach around you, filled with Pokémon either frozen in shock around the dead Inkay or trying to distance themselves in hopes they aren't next up on the slaughterhouse tally. 

"I killed her," Zoroark says with a calmness so frightening it chills you. "Made myself look like a Pikachu, waited for her, and made her taste a slow death." You aren't expecting her next move to be going into detail of the murder, but—surprise—that's what it is: "I chewed off her fingers, one by one, then her feet, then her calves. I cut her body up everywhere and nowhere at the same time—it was like watching myself through a nightmare; all I could see was her screaming face, not the blood, the gashes on her body, and I couldn't hear a word."

Zoroark wipes some of her own tears now. "Not a word. Now that I think back on it, she was definitely screaming for me to stop. Stop, stop it. Please, stop it. But I didn't. I was so... so fucking mad."

"You'd been betrayed by the one person you thought you could trust," you say. She nods.

"I thought that, if she had had the audacity to throw me away that easily, anyone would. Any human could. She thought she was above the rest of the world, but in reality... there is no rest of the world. Everyone is the same." Her teary eyes waver, going from sweeping the beach to landing back on you. "At least, that's what I thought. But you... you stupid, dumbass human... you went through all this for a creature that would stop at nothing to rip you apart."