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

70 | I Would Make Them All Disappear

Blueberry Academy Arc
Part Two Finale

A few weeks go by, and boy do they fly. Now you see them, now you don't. If you didn't know any better, you'd think time passes faster underwater, and that's got to be impossible. It feels that way though. One minute, you're fighting for your life against a Zoroark; the next you're getting all buddy-buddy with the teachers and students of Blueberry, so much so that sometimes, when you're coming down the hall, people will turn and wave and holler to you like you're the king of the world (or the handsome varsity sports jock in one of those bad-boy-meets-good-girl movies).

The only thing missing, you think, are the girls looking at you like you're about the finest piece of man-candy they've ever seen. This is a good thing. If they had been, Meowscarada would no doubt be giving the entire academy the most rabid death stare as you walk by. Well, the girls don't get to think of staring at you with little hearts in their eyes because Meowscarada is already giving them that death stare. She must have foresight, or something. She shouldn't, but if she did you would not be surprised. This is a magician we're talking about, one who specializes in defying all the properties of science and what is normal and what is not.

Zoroark is still a feisty fox. You may have gotten through to her (although there's no telling how far this extent reaches concerning that gotten-through) but nothing, absolutely nothing, will change how she acts. Kind of like a rusty machine that sputters through its hot metal teeth every so often to remind you it's still functional even if it's not quite pretty—Zoroark has her softer moments now and again, few and far between, and then she'll throw an act right back up to make up for her emotional shortcomings.

Meowscarada and Cinnamon still don't quite like her, and they especially don't trust in her company. Meowscarada is dead-set on the possibility of Zoroark getting you in your sleep—when humans are the most vulnerable—eating your throat or cutting your limbs or whatever it is that flea-ridden foxes do. She does not trust her, not one bit, especially not when she pushes boundaries by getting too close.

When you're sitting there in bed, scrolling mindlessly through your phone, Zoroark timidly climbs up onto the far side of the bed. You notice, of course (you're not that mindless), but give your best effort to make it seem like you're off in La-La Land. She scoots closer. You don't move. Closer. You don't move. A little closer, just inches shy of your arm. Zoroark hesitantly glances over your shoulder at your phone.

"Get away from him, fleabag," Meowscarada whips around and says from the desk.

Zoroark flashes a dirty grin at her. "Who you callin' a fleabag, pussy?"

"Get away from him. Right now. Otherwise I'll rip that mop off your head and make you drink your fur."

"I wasn't even close to him." She says this and—man, she's such a bad liar. If your shoulders weren't touching, she might be in the clear, but as far as Meowscarada can see, Zoroark is all up in your territory. All in the face of Meowscarada's property.

Meowscarada gets up from her chair so fast it screeches against the hardwood floor. She looks like one hell of a killer ready to partake in one hell of a killing. She is in the process of manifesting magic into her paws—a weapon of sorts, another thorny whip or a flower bomb, either works—when you feel Zoroark jerk away from you. She quickly goes to the door and sits on the floor with her back to it.

"Fuck off," Zoroark says as Meowscarada comes and stands overtop her. "Look! I'm nowhere near your prince charming, so back the fuck up."

"I've gone through this before," Meowscarada says. She gestures to the rabbit leaning against the wall. "With bun-bun over there, in fact. I don't have the patience for creatures like you. Don't push me, fox. I'll kill you."