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

Epilogue | Let the Show Go On

Three days after Meowscarada's passing, you find the journal she was writing in. The wounds are still horribly fresh, so you do not open the journal for a long while. Cinnamon and Zoroark are aware of it, and also keep a decent distance from it. If you were to open it so soon, you might not be able to forgive yourself. It would feel like violating Meowscarada's privacy with Meowscarada's eyes fresh on the walls.

You have placed her remains into an urn. It was all you could do considering her body wilted into a pile of flowers, leaving nothing to bury. Besides, you would much rather have her remains somewhere close by so that you never, ever begin to forget about her.

Not that you'd forget regardless. Who could?

And the ring on your finger. Much like the one you sealed Invidia and Florian inside of, the second golden ring is no ordinary golden ring anymore. Theia's jewels dot the gold, as green as her fur, as pure as the smile she gave you before her body withered away. It is invaluable. The most precious gift you'll ever receive from anyone.

It is never coming off your finger, even if it means risking your life to keep it on.

...

A month goes by. Summer is creeping up on Mesagoza, breathing stale heat into the house where an AC fights to survive against the weather.

You lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling. You wish Theia was here. The house feels abandoned without her. It hasn't gone on eleven in the morning yet, and all you've done is gaze into white paint, thinking of her. Your hand absently gropes the sheets next to you, thinking it's her fluffy belly. Unfortunately when you feel up the bed, there are no sweet purrs that follow.

The door clicks and Zoroark slowly peeks in, holding a plate of something.

"Hey. Trainer. Got something for you," she says in an oddly gentle voice.

"Sure."

"Can I come in?"

"Yeah."

She walks in, bringing a plate of food to you. A breakfast you yourself tend to make because it's the easiest thing you can make and fill up on: bacon, eggs, and some pieces of fruit. The bacon is a little too hard for your liking, but the eggs look exceptionally fluffy.

"The bunny rabbit cooked for everyone," Zoroark says. "She's really killing it out there. Might wanna stop her soon before she empties the whole fridge."

"It's fine."

"Well, aren't you gonna take it?"

"You can have it."

"Why aren't you looking at me when you talk?"

You give a shrug and continue staring at the ceiling. Zoroark sighs, setting the plate down on the empty bedside table and taking a seat next to you. Not a second later, her paw gently grasps your chin and pulls you forward, forcing you to look at her.

"Hey. Pick yourself up," she says. "The cat wouldn't want you to be all mopey and doom-faced. You look like death incarnate."

"Sorry."

"Ugh—would you cut it out with the vague responses? Really pissin' me off. You know she wanted you to be strong, and she also wanted me and Carrotcake to take good care of you."

"I miss her."

Zoroark feels a pang of sadness at your words. She looks to the bedsheets and then back up at you, caressing the side of your face somewhat reluctantly.

"I kinda miss her too, even though I didn't know her very long. But hey." She gestures to the green bejeweled ring on your finger. It sits atop the one with a glowing purple crack in it. "I feel like that ring's more than a gift. You know how you put the crazy purple weed cat and her zombie trainer in the one ring? What if this new ring has your cat in it?"