Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XII

"Damn! What the hell crawled into your pants and bit your asshole?"

Legion.

Frank Morrison to be more exact.

The Trickster had just stormed back into camp. Dust and bits of bone clung to his signature jacket and a firm scowl darkened his brows. An aura of anger radiated from him, permeating the air and causing a few of the killers to stir.

"Not now, worm," Trickster seethed, gripping the handle of a knife.

"Cool your jets, grandpa!" Frank laughed, the vacant expression on his mask shuffling.

"Piss off!" Rounding on the killer, Ji-Woon tossed the knife at his head.

The point cracked against Legion's mask and clattered to the ground. Reaching down, he picked it up and began tossing it in the air.

"Ooh touchy! I guess things went bad with your lady friend?"

Ignoring the masked annoyance, Ji-Woon shoved his way further into camp. There was no way he could rest, not now. That peasant survivor with the glasses deserved pain. She was with him right now doing god knows what!

Frank trailed the yellow coattails flapping in the wind and pushed his mask up slightly. Yellowed teeth stretched in a grin as he continued to twirl the knife on his fingertips. "Looks like you aren't as irresistible as you let on!"

Anger flared in Ji-Woon's nostrils and he stopped abruptly causing Frank to skid to a halt. The knife stuttered, slashing a rip in Frank's jacket sleeve.

"Aw dude!" Just when he opened his mouth to complain, Ji-Woon grabbed the blade before it could fall and placed the edge against his throat.

"You want to say that again, shit stain?"

"Ok, first, language," Legion rolled his eyes beneath the mask and held up both palms. "Second, I want to help you." Grin stretching wider, he placed a finger on the dagger and slowly pushed it away.

Confusion furrowed on Trickster's brows. What the hell was this dick talking about? He and his group had been nothing but nuisances since day one. The bigger one with a skull mask broke his CDs and the two girls had written profanities all over his autographed photos. You could say trust was at an all time low with them. Hell, he'd trust the shady guy in the blue boiler suit before Frank fucking Morrison.

"What do you mean help me?" He seethed with narrowed eyes.

"You want the leader of the survivors to suffer, yeah?" A sickening smirk played on his lips. "And I love violence. It's a win win, pal!"

Scoffing, Trickster pocketed the knife. "I am not your pal. If you wanna be 'partners in crime' then I need to know I can trust you."

"You really wanna do this song and dance?" Frank joked, shoving his hands in his pockets. He appeared to be getting a little annoyed, shifting back and forth on his feet. "Fine. What do you want?"

"Stop vandalizing my property."

"Done!" Legion shouted.

"AND!" Cutting him off, Trickster put up a hand as if to halt the masked menace's incessant twitching. "I need a few things from the Entity but I'm low on sufficient sacrifices."

Frank threw his head back and let out a groan. "Oh my goood I am not going grocery shopping for you, gramps!"

"Stop calling me that! I'm not that old!" Ji-Woon stomped his foot, much like a child, and crossed his arms. "Just do it and then you and I can team up."