Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XIV

"What the hell are you doing?!" Mike stood in the forest near the survivor cabins, surrounded by trees on all sides. His nose wrinkled in annoyance and he drew a hunting knife from his pocket. The bloody weapon glinted in the moonlight as he jammed it into the bark of a nearby tree.

"Micheal? Are you serious?" Ji-woon stormed out from behind the tree. "You couldn't pick a less suspicious name?" Glaring at the knife, he grabbed its handle and yanked it out. "Put this away you idiot! You can't let them see you with a WEAPON."

Snatching his knife, the Legion crossed his arms. "Oh, and seeing you with me is any better?"

"Don't question me, peasant!" Trickster spat, looming before Frank.

"It's fine anyway! The survs have never seen my face. Their dumb asses would never know." Chuckling to himself, his grin faded quickly. "And what are you doing here anyway? I'm just doing what you said. Why are you pulling me into this damn forest?"

"I..." For the first time, Ji-Woon's face faltered. "I just wanted to know what was going on." He had made this risky move purely for selfish reasons. If all was ruined, it would be his own fault.

"You want an update already," clucking his tongue, the Legion wagged a finger in the air. "I haven't even had time to get all cozy with (Y/n) yet!" laughing darkly, he examined the sour frown on Ji-Woon's face. "She is suspicious by the way," he added.

Sighing, Ji-Woon folded his arms and gazed past the trees. He could see you there talking with the handy survivor and the blonde one that Myers drew bloody stick figures of. You seemed so peaceful and complacent. He longed to sink his blades in your flesh, draw out that twisted expression he loved so much. Your screams were like a symphony to his ears, but alas, he had to wait now to make his move. With the pig watching over you, everything became so much harder.

"That's rightfully so," drawing in air, he focused back on Frank. "I suppose a general update will do."

Nodding, he responded quietly. After all, the survivors were only a few feet away.

"They're trying to recreate society or something," shrugging, he played with the knife in his hands, swinging it in wide circles. "Shit beats me. This is the only place you're allowed to live however you want. Figures those dumb asses would adhere themselves to a bunch of idiotic rules!"

"I didn't ask for your opinion!" hissing, Ji-Woon glared past Frank. His eyes were glued to your form. The survivor with the toolbox kept putting his hands all over your shoulders. He'd make a mental note to torture that one next time they met in game. "Is there anything else useful?" he enunciated with a raised brow.

Frank was becoming immune to the former singer's harsh attitudes, instead giving a small chuckle. "I don't know. What do you want me to say? They have working showers now. Maybe your creepy ass could camp out and steal a peek?"

Grunting in disgust, Ji-Woon turned his back on the incorrigible teen. "That's...not worth my response..."

"Well, then!" A wide, toothy grin spread on his lips. He dipped low in an exaggerated, sarcastic bow, "If that's all, your grace, then I'd like to get back to work."

The Trickster didn't bother a response, instead stalking further into the dark forest.

"I want another update by tomorrow night!" he called out before slipping away into the shadows.

Frank waited for a moment, staring hard into the darkness. When he felt perfectly alone, he shoved his knife back in a pocket and mumbled, "Fucking ass wipe."

"H-hello...?" a small voice called out suddenly.

Jumping, Mike rounded to find Laurie Strode creeping up behind him. Her eyes filled with recognition and she turned back towards the other survivors. "Hey! You guys! I found him!"

"Er, yeah!" giving a shaky smile, he trailed after the blonde. "You found me!" A nervous laugh bubbled from his chest as two more sets of eyes fell on him.

"Why the hell were you in the forest?" you questioned, stepping down from the porch.

"I...I thought I heard something," Frank shrugged, attempting to play it off. "Just wanted to check it out. This place spooks the hell outta me," he added in for good measure.

"That's fair," Jake piped in from where he leaned against the cabin's doorway. "I actually had nightmares my first few nights here," he admitted sheepishly.

The Legion - playing the part of Mike - laughed along with him. "Oh, yeah, I think I'll have them too!"

"Well, we're all here to help out!" Laurie chimed, casting a glance towards Jake.

The male survivor nodded in response, holding up his toolbox for show. "We're here to help in anyway you need. Thought we'd expedite the process of getting your cabin power."

"Uh, s-sure," Frank nodded, becoming a little hesitant. They were being so kind to him and it was harder for him to adjust than he thought. He was so accustomed to the survivors throwing firecrackers at him, shoving pallets in his face, and stabbing him with random shards of glass and other paraphernalia. This was almost too much to handle.

I think I just prefer them running in fear, he mused. After all, there was a large, castle-like structure back at the killer's camp where they all lived. He and his friends had a whole wing to live in together. What good would some rinky dink little cabin bring him?

Nonetheless, he had to play the part, and so he begrudgingly followed the trio to the side of his cabin where a dormant generator lie.

"We'll fix it up so you can just watch, ok?" Laurie told him with a sweet smile.

You were reluctant yourself but couldn't see any way of stopping this from happening. Besides, even if this new survivor somehow meant harm, providing power shouldn't affect anything. Slowly, you resigned to assisting Jake and Laurie. Mike watched from a short distance, a very funny look twisting on his face. Perhaps the whole thing of repairing a generator was confusing to him. You had to think not everyone would be so deft at picking up a sudden mechanical ability.

When all was done, a low thrumming filled the air and a string of dormant lights lit up around the porch. Laurie had placed them along the railing as a surprise for the new survivor. There was also a dresser of some of Jake's old clothes inside just in case Mike felt like changing or needed an extra outfit for sleep. You yourself had decided to leave a book about various healing plants. Claudette had accidentally given you two copies so you thought it best to pass the knowledge on and hopefully help out someone else.

Mike was speechless as the three of you showed off these gifts, a silent stupor stuck to his features while you gave a "grand tour." The last thing you showed off was a notebook and set of pencils all wrapped neatly with a bow. This item seemed to bring a rush of excitement to Mike's face and he scooped up the gift almost lovingly. When he caught the approving looks of the people surrounding him, his face faltered.

"Uh..er..." stuttering, he let out a large, obviously fake yawn, "Th-thank you guys for the gifts but I'm, uh, super exhausted!"

Exchanging a glance with the others, you rose a single brow.

"Yeah!" Mike continued nervously, "I'm so tired. I think I just need to go to bed..."

"Of course," Laurie murmured, turning towards the front door. "Let us know if you need anything else!"

Jake passed by as well, leaving with just a simple nod. You were the only one left inside now and Mike's blue gaze caught your (e/c) one. A heavy silence hung in the air and you crossed your arms. A lump formed in Mike's throat and he vaguely wondered just what the hell he'd gotten himself into. Things were so much fucking harder when he couldn't just sink his knife into the problem.

Wordlessly, you swiveled on your feet and brushed past him.

Mike let out the breath he'd been holding when the door finally swung shut behind you.

"This is utter hell," he whispered, clutching the gifted notebook in his hands.