Tricks of The Fog (The Trickster X Reader)

Chapter 7: Time to Wake Up

The distant sound of a voice humming a soft tune was the first sensation to rouse (Y/N)'s empty thoughts.  It sounded far away and seemed to echo through her mind as her brain began to register a brightness of some light source past a veil of darkness that she slowly realized were her own closed eyelids. The distant hum faded out as consciousness returned to her.  A sleepy whine left her lips while she reached one hand up to rub the sleep from her eyes.  

What had happened last night?  It took her a few moments to remember giving up waiting for a friend to show up before playing some games and falling asleep.  And the very embarrassing dream she had after.  (Y/N)'s hands covered her face as she lightly groaned, the details of her dream coming back to her.  She couldn't believe her brain had come up with a scenario where Ji-Woon Hak, the fictional K-pop killer from her game, had fallen from the sky and tortured her while pretty much flirting with her after she dragged him into her house.  That's definitely one dream no one can ever know about. 

(Y/N)'s hands dropped from her face as her eyes finally fluttered open, immediately noting the light-colored wood ceiling of her house.  The vaulted ceiling and wood beams were high above her meaning she was on the first floor.  Odd, I thought I had gone to bed upstairs.  The thought wasn't too concerning though as she yawned and stretched her arms above her head. 

She was caught off-guard by the movements causing an unexpected pain to rip through her middle, her arms immediately moving to grip her suddenly stinging abdomen and the yawn catching in her throat almost making her cough.  What the hell?!  

(Y/N) winced as she pressed her hands onto the cold, hard surface underneath her to prop herself up into a sitting position, her eyes scanning the room around her.  Confusion mixed with the pain as she realized the surface she was laying on was the stone kitchen counter that divided the rest of the kitchen from the living space in her open house. "What? Why am-"  

Her quiet mutterings hit a quick stop when her eyes fell to the dark reddish brown splotch that stained a small area of the wooden floor not too far away from where she lay.  Her heart rate picked up as her eyes darted to her abdomen, seeing her black blouse pulled up over what appeared to be a torn strip of a bed sheet wrapped around her middle.  A few tiny dots of red decorated the white fabric in four straight lines down the front of her body. 

(Y/N)'s mind could barely process what was happening.  It wasn't a dream, was it?  Her gaze drifted back to the stain on the floor, causing a light feeling of nausea to well up in (Y/N)'s stomach.  That must have been where she was laying when Ji-Woon made her 'sing' for him.  It was real, that had actually happened?!

She suddenly felt sick.  Speaking of her said torturer, she had no clue if Ji-Woon was still here at all.  Looking around she could see she was the only one in the room and the whole house was completely silent.  Maybe her wish was granted and he was swept up by The Fog and placed back in her game where he belonged. 

With a pained sigh, (Y/N) turned her body to swing her legs off the edge of the counter.  The twist of her abdomen caused a searing pain to rip through her body and a few more tiny red spots to appear on the wrap around her.  She let out a shaky breathe, the nausea still in the pit of her stomach growing with the intense flush of pain.  It hurt, it really hurt, but she knew it would be in her best interest to leave and het herself help while she could, if The Trickster was here or not.  

She spared a quick glance down at her midsection and noted the little splotches of blood coming through the makeshift bandages but there was no time to worry about it at the moment.  It's not a lot, it's probably fine.