Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

IV

First Game

A million thoughts buzzed through your mind all at once. Where are the others? Where do I go? What should I do? Even the small taps of your boots on the ski lodge floor seemed so loud. Everything lay in ruin but you clearly recognized this place. Mount Ormond Ski Resort. It was an hour away from Misty Heights where you lived. Your parents used to take you there for every Christmas season. Each winter you'd all pack into the car and zip up the mountain for hot chocolate and holiday lights. You knew Mount Ormond was becoming a little run down since the murders, but you were sure it hadn't become this derelict.

"Hey! What are you doing?"

Nearly jumping straight out of your skin, you whipped around to find Feng Min crouching in the doorway. A rusted toolbox was clutched in her hands.

"Help me with that generator."

"What...?" Still bleary from the transportation, you swiveled your head and noticed you'd been standing next to one the whole time. "Oh, sure..."

Creeping further into the resort, Feng gave you a reassuring look. Setting down her toolbox, she began rummaging through the various metal instruments.

"Don't worry," she produced a wrench and slowly handed it off to you, "it only hurts really bad the first few hundred games."

You clutched the wrench in an ice cold grip. Bile rose in your throat and you fought hard to swallow down the bitter liquid. Relieving the contents of your stomach was hardly helpful in this moment. Perhaps if you stuck with Feng, did everything she said, you would be alright. Four of you were supposed to be here, right? You'd all have the generators running in no time!

Cementing those positive thoughts, you plopped on your knees and reached towards the dormant machinery.

"Go fast but don't fuck up, ok?" Feng cast you a glance, already furiously working the loose screws with a screwdriver.

"Right I-" pausing, your eyes widened. Each and every single hair on the back of your neck rose. Your heart pounded against your ribcage and a scream caught in your throat.

"What's the matter?" whipping around, Feng let out a blood curdling scream just as a giant, rusted cleaver slammed into her right shoulder. Blood sprayed out like a fountain, splattering the wooden floor. Thick droplets covered your cheeks, fingers, and arms as you launched yourself backwards.

Red filtered your vision and you scrambled on the floor with only the sound of Feng's wailing filling your ears. Raising the hem of your sweater, quickly you rubbed the sticky liquid from your eyes just in time to catch Feng bolt out of a nearby window.

So much for sticking together.

However, it was what you saw next that made your own blood run cold. A man, no, a bear of a man stepped around the generator, his thick boot raised. He brought the heel down with great force, effectively destroying the generator in one fell swoop. Heavy breaths poured from a bone-like mask affixed to his face and a gnarly looking bear trap was clutched tight in his right hand. He turned suddenly, fixing his gaze on your shivering form. The hulking man took only two steps to reach you, his cleaver raised high. You were horrified at the sight of him. Drying blood clung to his massive green overalls and twisted bits of metal ripped from his skin. There was nothing human about the thing standing before you.