Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XVI

Letting out a deep sigh, you rolled over in bed. It was probably about time to wake up. You had a lot to get done today and the possibility of getting dragged into another game loomed on the horizon. That would ruin the whole rest of your day so you always attempted to cram in as many things as possible before the inevitable fog took you away.

Rummaging through your dresser, you pulled out a casual set of joggers and found the matching cropped sweatshirt. Comfy couture seemed to be your thing lately. After all, anything nice just became covered in blood, guts, and dirt almost immediately.

Collecting your bath towel as well, you made way across camp. Arriving at your destination, you slipped into a shower, thankful not many others seemed to be around. There was no soap or shampoo. Sacrificing continuously for such items would be a waste so you didn't bother. The warm cascade of water was enough to please you, washing at least the top layer of grime from your skin. You sighed as heat soothed your healing wounds. The large gash Myers had given you on the abdomen was healing up nicely and you were glad to have a friend like Claudette that could patch things up so nicely.

Once satisfied, you reached out of the shower and grabbed your towel off the hook. Wrapping it snugly, you stepped out and nearly screamed.

There stood the new survivor, Mike, a towel of his own wrapped around the waist. Your mouth fell open as you gazed at his bare chest. Long cuts curved down his body accompanied by several gashes in varying states of health. The skull tattoo on the front of his neck expanded down his collarbones, following the line of his ribcage and even lower.

He smirked, his yellow teeth flashing. "Take a pic, doll. It lasts longer."

Immediately flustered, you threw up your hands and shook your head furiously. "No, no! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to stare!"

"That's right," he tutted, adjusting the towel on his waist. "You and Dweet are fucking, huh?"

"WHAT?" you squealed. Scarlet red burst onto your features. "No! That's not-! I mean-!"

Mike threw his head back, laughing like a horse. "Cat got your tongue!" he teased, both eyebrows raised with delight.

Frowning angrily, you folded your arms. "This is not funny, Mike."

"Oh I see," a wicked smile spread on his face, "The man doesn't have the balls to fuck his woman."

"You-!" Fury lit up your cheeks and you took a threatening step forward. You didn't know what you were going to do. You just knew you wanted so badly to harm the smug man standing before you.

Before anything else, the main doors slid open and Feng Min waltzed inside. The two of you froze, falling utterly silent. The small girl noticed you and gave a sheepish greeting before scurrying into one of the showers. When you turned back to face Mike, he had disappeared.

A frustrated sigh left your lips as you stormed out of the changing room. That comment stung a little more than you realized. Ever since discovering the Myers drawing, Dwight had been a little distant. You didn't see him so often. Your friends Laurie and Claudette had also been pretty busy with constant games. There was no one around for you to hang out with and you were getting exhausted of Jake's flirtatious attempts. He knew you and Dwight had something yet he still dropped relentless comments. You desperately needed to vent to someone about Mike but you weren't as comfortable with the survivors who were actually around.

After mingling around the campfire for a bit, boredom and loneliness began to set in. Maybe a walk to clear your head would do you some good?

Pulling your hands into the sleeves of your sweater, you set off towards the abandoned field. That old generator was the quietest place in the whole camp and would serve for some good old fashioned quiet contemplation. Amidst the craziness of this turbulent world, you were hurting for something slow paced and relaxing.