Displeasing the Entity [Trickster X Reader]

Say my Name

A/N

Warning this chapter is quite violent so if that's not something you want to read please click away now.

"Hey, are you injured?" A small voice called out to you from behind a large rock. The voice was blunt and sugar-coated-in lies. It sounded as if they were putting on a facade to comfort you. The truth was they hated it here and dreaded every second of this trial.

Some would think a world where you respawn every time you die is ideal and preferable. In reality, the people here were tormented and abused. The Entity is a merciless being with no morals or regard for human life. You and everyone in this realm were its little pawns that it could manipulate however it wanted.

"Yeah but it's nothing too bad you don't have to worry about me." You said as you walked around the rock trying to find out who the voice belonged to. You were almost positive that it wasn't meg because her voice was higher than the voice that had just spoken. You looked down to see a small woman crouching in the numbing snow. The woman wore glasses along with a green botanist apron that draped over her dirty blue jeans.

"It will only take a second plus meg is already on a generator right now." She dragged you down without your consent and started patching you up. She ripped off her sleeve and tied it around the top of your thigh to stop the bleeding. She then pressed a thick layer of gauze onto your wound and wrapped it with a bandage. "Honey what happened to you, I've never seen a cut like this come from the trickster." She didn't know exactly what was going on, but she was teetering on the edge of discovery.

You had to come up with a good lie and fast. "Oh that, I was running away from the trickster and he managed to hit me in the same spot twice." You knew your lie wasn't a very good one but it was all you could come up with. The only thing you could think of was that you needed to do something about the woman soon or she would catch on to your betrayal.

"Uh-huh, okay then I'll take your word for it." It sounded as if she was trying to make you feel guilty so that you would tell her the truth.

By this time she was pretty much done mending your wounds. "I think there's a generator in the killer shack that is half done. Wanna come with me to finish it?" your proposal was more of a demand than a question. The woman, that you still did not know the name of, nodded in agreement as if she had a choice in the matter. so you both walked over to the shack with her in the lead and you trailing close behind. You moved slowly trying to avoid drawing any unnecessary attention from the killer.

As you were walking there was a strange awkward silence that left you unsettled. In attempts of breaking the awkward silence, you decided to start a conversation. "Have you heard from Dwight?" you questioned, hoping that would somehow prove your innocence. "He and I were working on a generator before the trickster interrupted us," you stated, spinning lie after lie.

"Actually come to think of it I haven't seen Dwight all trial. I hope he's okay." You could tell that she didn't have much self-worth and only cared for other people. She tried to make other people's experiences in this realm better because this hell hole is too much to bear alone.

You finally reached the entrance of the shack with the woman walking in front of you. She instantly saw the corpse that was draped on the floor. You thought she would scream when she saw the body her reaction was emotionless and tranquil. She had seen some shit and this was nothing new to her. "Well, I found Dwight." She said as she moved over and sprawled her arms out gesturing towards the body. Sure, she cared for Dwight but this was an everyday occurrence for her. After seeing countless dead bodies you become desensitized to them. Poking fun at the ridiculous situation she was in was one of her favourite ways to cope and you couldn't really blame her.