Dead by Daylight Oneshots and Headcanons

Hide and Seek (Yangire & Yandere Trickster x Emma Fisher)

Sooooo- This was either gonna be a Trickster x Reader or a Trickster x Emma and I couldn't choose so I let HWAY0UNGIE They chose Emma soooo- yeah- this is kinda gonna be like the Saiko No Sutoka game- but Emma's just kinda trapped in the building with him and he actually has the only key that will let her leave so don't worry- I'm not gonna make Emma run around a collect keys. It's essentially a game of hide and seek- if not obvious by the title lol- I really enjoy writing Yandere Trickster too lol- idk why tho- I just do.
So essentially Bold text is Trickster's Yangire side and Normal Text is Trickster's Yandere side.
Also to anyone who doesn't know what a Yangire is; a Yangire is a Japanese term used to refer to normal people who suddenly become violent, sometimes due to a past trauma. Yangires are very similar to Yanderes, both are people who suffer from personality disorder and can easily become violent and extremely dangerous.
So Emma had been living in Korea for some time now lol.
Kinda requested by: HWAY0UNGIE
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Threats, Pre-Entity, fluffy cuddles- and Split Personality Ji-Woon

~Emma~
I groaned as I woke up. I open my eyes and see I'm on the couch in what I assume to be a recording studio for music. I look on at the control panel to edit music, voices and such before looking into the actual mini recording studio itself. Why am I here? All I remember is hearing screaming then. Blood. Lots of it. Oh. That's right, Ji-Woon Hak also known as The Trickster wanted to see me again after my VIP meeting with him. I can thank Kate for that. He must think I had ditched him after I accepted. I mean, who wouldn't want to hang out with a celebrity again after they invite you? A crazy person obviously.
I shake my head as I get those thoughts out of my head. I need to find a way out of here. I hear the doorknob to the hallway have a key slid into the lock. I quickly move around to the side of the couch that's facing the corner and duck behind it. The door clicks open and heavy footsteps enter the room.
"Sweetheart?" The voice that belonged to the footsteps spoke.
Ji-Woon?
"Emma, My Angel, I know you didn't leave this room. Please come out," Ji-Woon spoke in a sweet tone.
I wanted to move, but my gut told me not to.
Ji-Woon looked around before looking at the couch and checking the corner.
The sight before me scared me to death. He was almost completely covered in blood.
"Ah! There you are!" He exclaimed happily, picking me up.
I immediately started having a panic attack. I didn't show it or anything but he could tell.
"What's wrong, Sweetheart? Why are you so tense? It's just me," he asks, his head tilting his head slightly as he held me.
I keep on staying silent. Too scared to say anything. Ji-Woon sat on the couch with me in his lap, smiling slightly, holding my head to his chest. I mentally gagged at his smell. It was a strong cologne forest like smell along with the mixture of the metal coppery-iron scent. I can hear his heartbeat due to the positioning of my head on his chest. It sounds like it's about to burst it of his chest.
"I'm sorry I kept you locked up in here, Sweetheart. I had to make sure you wouldn't leave me. It gets lonely here." He says, putting his head on top of mine.
I then felt a knife press to my back, causing me to tense up more.
"But I can't have any of those filthy creatures take what's mine, right, My Darling Angel?" he adds, sounding a little sinister.
I whimper slightly as the knife's tip tears through my shirt and pierces my skin slightly, a small trail of blood forming and going down my back.
"Whimper for me again, let me hear those beautiful screams, Darling." He whispers creepily.
Suddenly, Ji-Woon shakes his head and takes the knife out of my back.
"Oh! I'm so sorry, Angel! He takes control some times and I can't really stop him. Let me take a look," Ji-Woon slowly and carefully turns me a round and looks at it.
"It didn't go too deep. Just a few centimeters. It will just need some steri-strips and you'll be fine," he spoke, letting out a sigh of relief.
He turned me back around to face him, resting his hands on my shoulders.
"Sweetheart? Please say something."