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

78 | Fated for Chains

"Good to be home. That's what I would say if this were really my home, but I know my home is not here. It's with you, Master, wherever in the world you happen to go." Meowscarada blinks her eyes, and when they are open again, that purple glow within them vanishes into sweet magenta. She smiles, but it is weak and forced. "I want to tell you everything. I just don't know where I'd start."

"That's okay," you tell her reassuringly. "You can tell me absolutely everything after we get out of this crater. Share the stories over a nice microwaved dinner."

A chuckle. "My lovely Master."

There is the sound of footsteps clambering down on stone as Penny, Kieran, and Briar charge down into the cavern. You avert your gaze from Meowscarada's sweet eyes and manage to catch Kieran's harsh yellow daggers. They grow harsher in the throb of the crystal lights, angry even—this is justified. You were the one who made a big deal about sticking close to one another, after all, and swiftly proceeded to break the rules not even five minutes after making them.

"What's the big deal?!" Penny shouts. "So much for staying together! What, did you see a squirrel?"

You shake your head. "Truth is, Meowscarada here..." You stare at the feline. Her weary face remains but now she is much more alert than before. She even gives you a small smile, like she's telling you it's alright to give them the truth. "She comes from this place."

A sigh, then a gasp—Penny cups her hands over her mouth but not before adjusting her glasses. "You're kidding."

"I figured," Kieran adds, crossing his arms. "What did I say? She can make Tera Shards out of thin air. The connection to Tera Shard central was obvious."

"Area Zero is... her birthplace," you continue. "Granted, I wasn't the one who fished her out of here. That was my aunt who, when I was about nine years old, traveled down here in search of treasure of her own. She came away with a little Sprigatito and handed her off to me."

"Was she hatched from an egg down here?" Briar asks, stepping forward until her red eyes gleam in the light of the crystals.

Kieran shakes his head quickly, approaching Meowscarada. Seeing them stand so close together is kind of silly, you think. Kieran's hardly five-feet, and Meowscarada's pushing six. The scene looks like something ripped straight from military academy; big sergeant, little rookie, lot of tension.

Kieran goes on. "The only kinds of Pokémon that can create Tera Shards, in a way, are Terastallized ones. Unless she was infected by Terastal energy in her egg, I doubt she was ever hatched. I think it goes deeper than that."

Meowscarada's eyes crinkle. She must be thinking—real fascinating of him to be this smart when he least needs to be smart. For once she doesn't look at him like she wants to carve out his eyeballs; she looks at him, intrigued, waiting for him to strike gold.

"As interested as I may be, we have to keep pushing on," says Ms. Briar, and her eyes dart over the ledge at the laboratory sitting at the bottom. "We're so close. So close!"

You take charge, leading the group (not shooting off alone like you did a few minutes ago, much to everyone's delight) down the winding cavern pathways that creep closer to the metal box at the bottom. Light dances off of every wall you lock eyes with. It is a beautiful sight to see, to be surrounded by. But it is also riveting. How absorbed into Area Zero do you have to be to lose track of every word your group members spit out behind you? Not very absorbed at all, it seems. You have not heard a word anyone has said for the last ten minutes or so; it feels as if you're floating on air, ascended into the trenches of this oasis, chained to mystique, you could say—all else is white noise.

At some point Zoroark bursts from her ball, startling Penny into a high-pitched shriek. The fox takes notice of the place she has climbed into, the cavern welcoming her sweetly with glitter and a very slight nip in the air. She does not seem fazed by it. She seems familiar with it, staring briefly at the crystal clusters sprawled across the walls and ceiling, her facial expression wrinkling only a little.

You say nothing. She says nothing. Cinnamon says nothing. Behind you, Meowscarada watches over the three of you like the hawk she is, making no efforts at closing the gap between you. You look over at Cinnamon, then Zoroark, and then stare ahead at the path that has dropped to the ground floor of the cavern and, illuminated proudly by all those gemstones, boasts the Zero Lab in all its glory. A massive metal box. A place rotted in history, and where you think you'll discover some of Meowscarada's greatest secrets.

But before you go any further, Penny speaks up, and the group as a whole comes to a halt.

"Check that out. The big ole door is busted in," she says and points a finger.

The threshold of the lab is, indeed, blasted through, a gaping splintered hole where the door might once have been. Edges of silver metal have turned black as though it were not only blasted through, but burned.

"I was expecting this place to be more... resistant," Kieran says, tilting his chin up at the broken structure before him. "It's been smooth sailing ever since we got here. Anyone else think it's a little suspicious?"

Penny nods, sliding her hands into her hoodie pockets. "I have to agree. We've faced hardly any pushback. We're all unharmed... which is a good thing, don't get me wrong. And now the way forward is wide open for us."

"You've got me to thank for that." The voice again, closer now. You step in front of the group, balling your fist as a figure emerges slowly from the darkness of the hole in the lab's door. You are expecting to see multiple, but there is only one, and they are wrapped entirely in white cloaks. You can't see their body. If not for the hood draped over their head, you would be able to see their face, but you don't even get that pleasure.

"You're the one who gave us access to the doors up on the surface station," you say, your eyes thinned. "Just who are you? And what are you doing down here, helping strangers without being asked?"

"Not even a thank-you for leaving the front door hanging open?" the cloaked figure says. "I had my partner blast this door open a long, looong time ago, and you're questioning why the trek down here has been easy? Shouldn't you be grateful? Sheesh."

"Thanks, I guess, but we're more interested in you if I'm being honest," says Penny, walking past you. You grab her shoulder without hesitation, making sure she doesn't stray too far in the event this faceless stranger means harm. Penny's eyes dart to you then to the figure in cloaks. "You look like a kid to me; you're pretty short. Are you a student?"

"Not really, not anymore. I would have graduated over a decade ago, I think. And if you look around, you'll see schools aren't exactly a thing down here." The stranger stares for a long time between you and the others, their face invisible but the turning of their head unmistakable. Their attention turns to someone in the group, and you give a short glance toward the others to see who they're staring at. It's Meowscarada. As if confirming your suspicions, the stranger lifts their gloved hand and points directly at her.

"I had one, just like her," they say. "A Meowscarada."

"Did you now? What... uh, what happened to it?" you ask.

They shrug their shoulders. "She must have lived her life by now, and passed on. If not, she is wandering at this very moment. Looking for me."

"Were you separated?"

"Yeah... I guess that's one way to put it. Separated." Their head turns away from Meowscarada and faces you. "That's enough about me, though. I've been super hyped to meet all of you! Been forever since I've had visitors that aren't Pokémon." They tap their chin thoughtfully. "Well, that's a lie. I've never had human visitors down here, ever."

"How long have you been down here?" you ask. 

"God, too long. I forgot. Does it really matter? All that matters is that I've got company. I can't offer you snacks or drinks—unless you eat rocks—but I can show you to the treasure you've been looking for. On one condition."

They take a single step back into the darkness.

You take a step forward and ask, "What condition?"

"Battle me," they say as they pull a Pokéball from their pocket, but that's not any ordinary Pokéball; it's a Master Ball, that menacing purple shell undeniable in the palm of their hand. You have only ever seen Master Balls in Pokéball factories back in Kalos. "Prove to me you're worthy of seeing what Area Zero really has to offer."

"Really?" Penny interjects without waiting for the stranger to continue. "I'll have you know our buddy here is a seasoned champ at battles. Him and his Meowscarada don't freakin' lose."

"I'll be the judge of that," says the stranger, and they toss their ball out in a violent arc. Before it hits the ground before you, it clicks, vibrates, and explodes open into a flash of violet light—revealing to you and everyone else the titanic bulk of a black-shelled Donphan. Its body adorned in red lights, the creature before you lifts a metal trunk to the air and lets out a bloodcurdling shriek. It is not the Donphan you know from the world above Area Zero; its flesh is not warm with blood. This thing is the monster you read about in the Violet Book: Iron Treads.

But it doesn't stop there. The figure in cloaks retrieves a total of five more Master Balls, throwing them out one after the other.

There is a mechanical recreation of what looks like Gardevoir, arming itself with flowing, polished blades. A Hydreigon and its three-headed body, jaws snapping rabidly at the air. A Tyranitar, stomping its claws impatiently into the dirt. Then there comes a Delibird, a Volcarona, and Hariyama. All of which are only mockeries of their organic counterparts.

"Seven all at once?" you say, your voice quivering, but you manage to steady yourself and shoot the cloaked figure an overconfident grin, to which they gently tilt up their head. "I like this guy. Come on, everyone."

Zoroark steps forward, followed by Cinnamon, and Meowscarada, of course. 

"Cinnamon, use everything you've got," you say, patting the rabbit on the back. "Zoroark, put those claws to good use. And Meowscarada?" The feline looks at you over her shoulder, her eyes tired but her soul, you know, is raring to fight. "Pop off," is all you tell her.

Pop off, she thinks, turning back to the seven metal beasts in front of her, all poised to kill. Silly Master. Silly... human...

Her eyes close.

She takes a breath.

And she loses herself as she proceeds to mindlessly slaughter the paradox Pokémon before anyone else can even blink their eyes.

When Meowscarada's eyes come open, she sees nothing. She feels something cold touch the pawpads on her feet. She looks down and, with a face devoid of empathy, moves her paw away from the ocean of steel bolts and iron plates she is standing in—the shattered bodies of metal mockeries.