Tricks of The Fog (The Trickster X Reader)

Chapter 3: What To Do Now?

The killer laying outside (Y/N)'s door remained unconscious while she paced in the doorway, debating what she should do now that the fictional killer The Trickster was sprawled on the ground in front of her.  What would she do when he woke up?  How would he react?  Would he hurt her?  Kill her?  What if he didn't wake up?  The girl groaned as she sunk against the wall and looked back at him. 

"What am I going to do with you... I don't even know how this is possible."

The fog in the forest and across the lake had cleared by now and the darkness of the night was fading.  She had to do something.  She didn't want to just leave him there, even if it could be the worst mistake of her life she felt bad about leaving him on the ground outside.  Her gaze drifted down to the glowing bat still stuck under his arm and hesitantly moved to kneel in the doorway right next to where his outstretched arm lay.  If she wanted even a slight chance of surviving this, she would have to get rid of his weapons.  (Y/N)'s fingers grasped the end of the bat, careful to avoid the blood that had stopped dripping down towards the handle and was now dried.  A shiver went up her spine as she carefully slid the weapon that had killed so many out from under him, careful not to cut him.  He didn't wake as his arm shifted to fall on the ground.  (Y/N) let out a shuddering breath as she stood with the glowing bat in her hands.  It was heavier than it looked and was warm with gentle vibrations in her hands, probably because of the lights inside.  

She didn't know how much longer she would have before he woke up so with a mission in mind, she turned and ran down the short hall and up the stairs to the loft.  She grabbed a purple plush blanket off the back of her desk chair and spread it out on the floor, rolling the bat up in it.  With the lights flowing from the bat now covered, she slid the giant deadly burrito under her bed and pushed it back against the wall.  Scary bat hidden, check.  Next she had to deal with his throwing knives. 

(Y/N) ran back down the stairs and returned to The Trickster's side, glancing around at all the knives that must have fallen out of his pockets as the fog dropped him.  She would have to hide those as well but it might take her too long to pick them all up.  She didn't want him to wake up while they were next to him.  Or while she was next to him for that matter.  Her (E/C) eyes stopped on the pockets of his jacket, realizing she would need to check if any were still left.  A blush crept up her cheeks at the thought of getting that close and rummaging in his pockets but with an unknown amount of time left, she pushed the thought aside and knelt down by his side, looking away from his serene face and exposed torso while reaching in the large jacket pockets. 

It didn't take long for her fingers to wrap around the handle of a single knife in his right pocket, which she pulled out and immediately tossed to the side.  She'll handle those later.  Her current problem was The Trickster himself.  She had made fun of him for looking small compared to the other killers but in person he was definitely bigger than her.  The blush returned in full force as she decided she would have to try to lift him and move him inside.  She personally preferred the loft bedroom of her small house but there was a smaller bedroom with a door below it, in the hall just a few feet inside the door.  She could put him there but she would have to drag him inside....

(Y/N) took a deep breath, "Ok, just don't look at him and pretend your moving something far less dangerous.... and gorgeous." (Y/N) whispered out loud to herself, trying to quickly calm the fear and nervous blush created from being so close to him.  

(Y/N) kicked aside any blades laying between him and the doorway then grasped both his arms, careful not to touch the bloodstains or his skin.  Her knees still ended up getting weak at the feeling of the muscular arms under the fabric of the jacket but she kept chanting to herself "just pretend it's The Blight, pretend he's The Blight".  It was a struggle to move his weight at all but she slowly managed to drag him past the doors and into the hallway, slipping on the wet leaves and floor and landing on the ground several times.  It was a bit easier to pull him on the wood floor of the hallway and luckily, it wasn't far to the bedroom door.  From her new spot breathing heavily on the floor, she reached up to turn the handle then shoved the door open behind her with her elbow to continue dragging Ji-Woon into the room.  Her next problem would be lifting him onto the bed... "this is going to be impossible..." the girl groaned to herself and dropped his arms, stepping back to reanalyze the situation.  She could probably lift him from under his shoulder and drag him up but she would have to get way closer to him. 

Now mumbling "don't think about it! Don't think about it! Don't think about it!" loud enough to drown out her own racing heartbeat, she worked quickly to wrap her arms around his bare and very toned torso and lift him into a sitting position against the bed.  She had to practically hug him to lift him up and nearly fainted right then when his head dropped onto her shoulder and he mumbled something in a deep, sleepy voice.  (Y/N) froze, unable to contain her shaky breathing,  mostly due to her close proximity to the extremely attractive man who was slumped against her.   She could feel his warm breath fanning across her neck and chest and his lavender hair brushed against her flushed cheek.  She heard his voice again, low and barely audible and felt her heart flutter... before it suddenly seemed to stop in her chest. Her eyes widened as it hit her- he must be waking up.  

All color and emotion drained from the girl's face as she pushed him off her and leapt up onto the bed, reaching both her arms under one of his and hoisting him up onto the bed.  She pulled him until he was completely on the bed and she had tumbled off the other side.  Hearing a groan and mumbled words she already knew she wouldn't understand, she swiftly picked herself up off the floor, ran out the door, and shut it. Turning back to the door (Y/N) strained on her tip toes to reach the key she knew was above the door and managed to knock it down; which she then used to lock the door. 

(Y/N) sunk down to the floor against the door, allowing her a moment to catch her breath, her heart hammering in her chest as she heard a rustle of fabric in the room behind her.  She could hear the sound of his voice again and more movement.  He was definitely awake now. 

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I wrote the first three chapters after waking up way too early this morning and needing something to fill the boredom. This chapter might be boring but I wanted to emphasize how BORING and lonely living alone can be. A lot of it might be boring or not make sense actually, I'm not sure. I didn't edit any of these chapters and I wrote it on my phone in the dark. It also will not let me capitalize my i's for some reason. I don't actually have time to write this story so if anyone reads this and wants me to continue past these first three chapters, let me know. Toodles.