Displeasing the Entity [Trickster X Reader]

Pushing the Line of Sanity

A/N

TW! This chapter contains brief violence and dark topics, so if that's not your thing click away now <3

Picking up knife after knife from the locker sitting in the bathroom where you were working on the generator, if you can even call it working with all of the mistakes you made.

Ather closing the locker you glanced over in the direction that the crazed fanatic ran off to, the same way he had once entered. In the doorway stands a nervous Dwight biting at his fingernails anxiously while looking in your direction.

"Are you okay? I know when I got killed by the Trickster you were there and I wasn't sure if you got out alright." Clearly, he had no recollection, and thank god he didn't know that you were the one to kill him and not the lavender-haired assailant.

"Yeah, I got out in time. I'm sorry I couldn't save you." You were lying through your teeth, but thankful the man in front of you was too blindsided to point out your blatant lies. He had no reason to think you would turn on him, to him killers and survivors didn't mix, so to think they would team up was unfathomable.

"It's all good! I'm happy I could help." Rubbing the back of his neck not really knowing what to say in return. Tilting his head up, his eyes connected with the neon throwing knives in your hand. "Why do you have those!" Eyes widening with every word he spoke, his voice high pitched and frightened.

"Oh, I saw the trickster grab them and I wondered what was stopping us, survivors, from getting our hands on them too!" You waved your hands in the air frantically trying to get the message across that he had gotten it all wrong.

Suddenly a tall figure takes its place behind Dwight, swinging a bat into the side of his head. Dwight collapsed onto the floor much like he had the last time you killed him, but this time you weren't the one ending his life. Stepping into the threshold Ji-Woon, freshly coated in a new layer of blood, is revealed to you by flickering lights.

"Little y/n if you're not careful everyone is going to know about your betrayal, we don't want that do we?" The saccharine tone sugarcoating his words makes you nearly forget which way is up. Your undying attention fixed solely upon the Trickster so much so that you nearly forgot about the body bleeding out ahead of you.

Letting out a sigh of relief as you push a strand of h/l h/c hair behind your ear. "Your timing is impeccable, I really didn't want to kill him again. He already hurt my feelings by making me listen to his unwarranted apologies."

"If you're going to be doing this from now on, you're going to have to learn not to give a shit about other people. You have to remember how disposable lives are." He stepped on the body, adding insult to injury, as he made his way over to you.

"Easy for you to say, I'm sure you felt a little bit of remorse for your first kill." There was no realism in your voice, you knew someone as fucked up as him wouldn't have regard for human life at any point in his early life.

"Not in the slightest, let me tell you a little bit about my first 'kill', if you can even call it that." Resting his back on the tiled wall to your right he began to tell the story of the first time he felt bliss like no other. "I had joined a band called No spin, my colleagues and I were a hit and we were putting out songs left and right. One day after finishing our latest album I left for lunch only to come back and find speakers blocking the door to the control room. All I could hear was the banging and cries for help of my bandmates on the other side as they burnt to death. At first, I tried to save them, but as I was picking up the speakers they're screams got louder and more intense. I froze and finally let myself take in their screams, that's when I realized that was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard. People yelling at me as if I was their only savior. From that day I fell in love with those very screams and couldn't get enough."

"Oh my, and you're telling me you felt nothing." Crossing your arms over your chest.

"Nothing at all, What happened to them wasn't my fault. Plus once I had gotten around to my next victim I was already hooked on the drug, at that point, there was no right or wrong." A lack of humanity evident in his demeanor.

You couldn't argue with him though, is there really such a thing as right or wrong, who made up that concept and why were they considered to be in the right? Trying to wrap your mind around the concept of morals left your head spinning, even if you had only been thinking about it for mere seconds.

Who's to say that killing someone isn't doing them a favor?

The world we live in is disgusting, why would anybody want to stay?

Killing someone is like relieving them of a huge burden.

It's as they say 'it is easier to fix other people's problems rather than your own'.

They always say there are more things to try in life, but how much is momentary bliss going to do you when you always find yourself miserable soon after?

Is it worth it to go through all those hardships only to find yourself back at square one the moment you relapse?

You could feel your moral compass distorting with every passing thought as you came to the realization of how 'disposable lives are'.

The trickster was staring into your e/c eyes the whole time you spaced out, waiting to see the outcome his words had on you. Much as he thought you were still caught up in your own head with no hope of coming out. Waving his hand in front of you, grabbing your attention immediately as you snapped back to reality.

Jumping back as your vision came back from its once blurry hayes. "I-I'm sorry I um... was thinking to myself. What were we talking about?" Scratching your head trying to remember the conversation you had not too long ago.

"Nothing important, we should get going if we want to get the other survivors. I'm sure they're almost done with the last gen." It seemed like you and Ji-Woon had been talking for a while, seeing how only two survivors had done 4 generators all by themselves.

Removing himself from the once resting position, he offered his hand to you, in a cheesy manner, as if he wanted you to follow him. Gladly taking his hand, the two of you walked out of the room, stepping on the corpse as you did so. You both walked hand-in-hand before breaking apart at the end of the hallway, each of you going your separate ways.

"Don't get found out."

A/N

Sorry, this chapter got a little dark, I let my twisted way of thinking flow out, and honestly, I think it worked great to push y/n closer to the trickster's ways and lose sight of sanity. Sorry if that was too harsh, but you can expect more topics like this where I talk about human life and how weirdly unnecessary it is.

Also, I updated my game and they changed the intro! Now the only source of serotonin I had access to is no longer there :(