Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XVIII

After Claudette deemed you healthy enough to walk, she released you from her care, but not without several, several questions. You refused to answer a single one of them, the shame burning a hole into the back of your mind. NO ONE must know what happened on that hill. Only Dwight. You'd talk to Dwight, but until then, your mouth was staying glued shut.

The first thing you did was pay the aforementioned survivor's cabin a visit. After knocking a few times, you were met with a ghostly silence. He still wasn't home. How could that be?

"Dwight..." you cried softly into the sleeve of your ripped sweatshirt. "Where are you?"

Dejectedly, you turned tail and trudged back down the stairs. When your feet fell onto the dirt path, you froze. A pair of eyes had been watching you from afar. Snapping to attention, you caught Mike gazing at you.

How long had he been there?

When he started walking towards you, you fled in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" his voice called after you but you simply increased your pace. "Stop! I have something to say!" he continued yelling, his tone beginning to fade in the distance.

There's no way you were dealing with his bullshit right now. There was one thing and only one thing swirling in your mind right now. You needed to speak with the Entity. There was currently nothing of sacrificial value in your possession but that was a matter you'd deal with when the time came.

With the velocity you'd been speeding down the path, the familiar scorched tree appeared in no time. A barrage of whispers assaulted your ears almost instantly, followed by the Entity's deep echoing voice.

"What do you seek, child?"

Swallowing your nerves, you stuttered out, "I...I need to speak with Myers."

The Entity rumbled with laughter, the strange noise tickling your eardrums and sending a tremor through your feet.

"Then go speak with him! You are free to do so."

Shaking your head, you grunted in frustration. "No, I need to be able to talk without the chance of him h-hurting me."

"Ah," there was a short pause before a dark mist began to swirl around you. "Something of that nature requires a hefty price..."

Your mouth went dry and a trembling kicked up in your knees. "I'm willing to pay," you spoke as confidently as your nerves would allow.

The rolling mist darkened, travelling up your arms and pushing both of your palms open. Something hard and metallic began to materialize. You watched the whole process in sickening awe. The Entity's power was something you'd never get accustomed to.

"Then make your sacrifice..."

Staring down at your hands, you realized you were now holding a long ornate dagger. The dark blade was lined with an eerie inscription, the letters undecipherable. A milky white hilt was grasped in your fingers and you guessed it was made of some sort of bone. Black chord wrapped the bottom part, a sort of iridescent glow glittering in the threads. You looked from the object then back towards the grand tree.

"I don't understand..."

"Make a sacrifice," came the Entity's short and simple response.

Realization suddenly hit you and the blade began trembling in your hands. Suddenly, the dryness in your mouth had been replaced with a sour metallic taste. Your gut was churning and a cold sweat formed on your brow. Thought after thought raced through your mind but you couldn't seem to settle on any particular one of them.

"Oh God help me..." you whispered, the tremors intensifying as you lifted the blade.

With one swift motion, you plunged the point straight into your left eye. A howl of pain tore through you but you couldn't stop now. Your body shivered fiercely as you dug the blade around, harshly removing the organ completely from your skull. Thick tears raced down your cheeks and you sobbed loudly. A red haze covered your vision and all you could hear was blood rushing behind your ears.

The Entity roared with laughter as the blade fell from your hands. "Excellent. Truly excellent, child! You have earned your reward!"

Dropping to your knees, you barely heard the disembodied voice as you violently emptied all the contents of your stomach onto the dirt. The empty socket would heal back at camp, but you knew that eye was gone for all of eternity.

When you next peered up, Myers was standing before you, his white mask contorted with confusion and rage. He attempted to storm towards you, however, an invisible barrier stopped him dead in his tracks. You had gotten what you wanted, now you just prayed things would work in your favor.

Struggling to a stand, you clutched Claudette's jacket weakly and pulled it snugly against your body. Michael observed your movements, the previous rage replaced with curiosity.

"M-Michael..." attempting to catch your breath, you stared straight into his soulless eyes. "I want to make a deal with you."

He appeared taken aback, his head tilting to the side.

"I want you to protect me from Ji-Woon," you spoke as concisely as your shivering tone would allow. "In return, you can...you can stalk me whenever you want. Use me to gain power so you can kill whoever you want..."

You felt traitorous, as if you were throwing all of your survivor friends under the bus. If you allowed Michael to freely stalk you in each game, he would basically become free to brutally murder anyone and everyone he desired. Catching them would become a breeze and he would still get to enjoy the chase if he chose to do so. The kind of thing you were offering was sick and twisted, however, you didn't see any other options out of your predicament. Michael lived in the killer camp and would be able to stop Ji-Woon from leaving and then Dwight would never have to protect you again.

Myers simply stood in place, as still as a statue. His head swiveled from one side to the other while he contemplated your words.

The main reason you thought he might agree was because of the drawing. It wasn't just random. It was a warning. Despite murdering you in cold blood, he still found reason enough to try and alert you of the incoming danger.

Please don't let my sacrifice be for nothing, you pleaded silently.

Wordlessly, Michael tipped his head back in place and leaned forward. Slowly, he nodded his head up and down.

Relief filled you down to the very core and you placed a palm against your chest.

"It is done. The deal is made."

After the Entity spoke, Myers was swallowed up in a dark fog. The killer faded from existence, presumably being returned to his home in the killer camp.

"And don't forget..." the Entity boomed ominously, a slight warning in the tone, "Once a deal is made, you can't go back on your word."

Exhaustion dragged your body towards the ground like lead weights. The walk back to camp was amazingly difficult. Your line of sight was completely screwed. Getting used to the new view would take quite a bit of time and you could already tell this issue was about to get you maliciously murdered in every upcoming game for the next several weeks.

Mike was waiting patiently at the campfire. When he spotted your limping form, he hopped up and paced towards you.

"Hey, I-!"

"Save it," you cut him off groggily, holding up a hand.

A grimace twisted on his features when he saw your face, or rather, what was missing from your face. He remained quiet, watching you disappear towards the cabins.