Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XIX

When you pushed the front door of your cabin open, a nervous and distraught Dwight was awaiting. His dark dress shoes tapped across the wooden floor, pacing back and forth. When he heard the click of the door jamb, he swung towards you, eyes wide.

"There you are-!" Stopping abruptly, his gaze fixated on your face. No more words came from the survivor though his mouth remained open, slack jawed. It was as if someone had pressed pause for him.

You said nothing, blinking wearily with your one eye. There were a million words you'd planned on sharing with him yet, somehow, nothing came forth but cold air. Your lungs were frozen.

"(Y-y/n)..." voice shaking, Dwight took a step towards you. "What...what happened...?"

Averting your gaze, your cheeks lit up with a tinge of pink. The pure worry in his tone, on his face, had you regretting every moment up until now. There was no way you could reveal to him what you'd done.

Gradually moving forward, his arm lifted and slowly reached out for you. "How could this...?" Stopping, he shook his head. "No, I mean, is this even possible?"

Trembling slightly, you shifted your head up and down in a nod. "The entity...I just made a deal."

"What kind?!" Yelling a bit louder than intended, he suddenly rushed forward, grabbing both of your shoulders. "There is no deal worth...worth..." moving to cup your cheek in a palm, he stared at the gaping hole in your skull, "this!"

Still avoiding eye contact, you let a shaky sigh escape. "Protection..." you mumbled.

"Protection?!" Scrunching both brows together, he gave you a small shake, as if to snap you out of a stupor, "then what the hell have I been doing this past few weeks?"

Slight anger passed through you, and you whispered quietly, "Yeah. What have you been doing? I've been looking all over for you."

Letting his hands fall, he took a step back. Guilt flashed on his features but was quickly replaced with a look of confidence.

"I was...spying on the killer camp..."

"Spying on the killer camp?!" Disbelief and worry filled your tone.

He lowered his gaze, shuffling his feet in an unnerving manner. "It was the only way to get some answers. Something strange is going on and you know it." Speaking even quieter, he added, "and I mean more than just the issue with Trickster."

After a short pause, you realized a bead of sweat had formed on Dwight's forehead. You softened your gaze, motioning for him to sit on the bed. With little hesitation, he complied, pulling you towards him with a tug on the wrist. Bringing your fingers up to his lips, he placed several, gentle kisses.

"So what's going on at the killers' camp?" You prompted once some time had passed.

"I don't know if the killers have been disappearing or what..." Dwight furrowed his brow, seeming lost in thought, "I heard the members of Legion talking and they say their leader has been missing for some time."

"That's strange," you pondered aloud. "Where could he go?"

Dwight simply shrugged, continuing with his story, "Trickster hasn't been seen in camp for awhile and only moments ago they were saying Myers had disappeared!" Turning his gaze up at you, he clutched your fingers tightly, "When I heard that, I rushed back to your cabin and I see you like this!" Shaking his head from side to side, he began muttering. "(Y/n), what is going on? I don't want to lose you. I don't think I can bear it."

Your bottom lip trembled. How could you tell him anything now? If you revealed what happened with Ji-Woon at the old generator then he might try to seek out revenge. If you told him about the deal with Myers, well, you weren't sure. From the very beginning, the social norms of this realm were made very clear. Killers hated survivors and survivors hated killers. The two did not mingle and kept to their own camps.

The other survivors were sure to skin you alive if they ever found out about the deal.

Well, maybe nothing quite that harsh, but you would surely be shunned. Claudette would give you that soft but disappointed look. The others would glare and whisper behind your back. Laurie might feel betrayed and never speak to you again. You could imagine it all now.

Pressing your lips shut, you bent down and placed them atop Dwight's head. His dark locks of hair tickled your nose and stifled the short sob threatening to spill out.

He misconstrued your actions as loving and reached up to place a palm against your cheek. Really, you were only attempting to keep yourself from blurting out the truth, revealing everything to him.

"There's something else concerning," he mumbled, beginning to stroke his fingers across your skin. "That new survivor..." pausing, he grunted slightly, "He's been looking all over for you, hanging around your cabin and asking the others about you. I don't like it." His tone had dipped low, almost seething.

A half grin ran across your face as you pressed it further into his hair. Was Dwight getting a little jealous perhaps? You were almost giddy enough to start giggling. Though his next words made your blood run cold.

"I was talking to Jake since he lives across from you and he said he saw the new survivor picking the lock."

"WHAT?" Snapping your head up, you gasped.

Dwight met your surprised gaze, concern etched onto his own visage. "Not only that, but, he broke in and made off with some of your stuff."

Now you were pissed. Not only had you willingly dug out your own eyeball, suffered harassment from Trickster, AND entered a dangerous deal with a serial killer but now you had this fuck wad to deal with too?

"Why didn't Jake stop him?!" You squealed, rushing around the room to check your belongings.

Dwight rose to a stand. With a few steps, he crossed the room to where you were shuffling in a cabinet.

"He said he didn't want to start a commotion in the middle of camp."

"Fucking asshole!" You breathed, rummaging through the contents of the cabinet.

"Just calm down," Dwight smiled with reassurance on his face. Placing a hand on yours, he stopped your feverish movements. "Going crazy won't help."

You gave him a side glance, jamming your other hand into your hair. Pushing up the strands, you heaved a sigh of defeat. "I guess you're right..."

Snaking his hand up your arm, he drew you closer to him. Once your body was snug against his chest, he pressed his lips against your ear. "I don't think I should leave you alone tonight."

You shivered when he began to nibble on the sensitive skin.

"I'll stay with you and we can investigate in the morning, alright?" His low voice, soft and sweet, left a lovely sensation and you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

Even if you couldn't tell him about anything, that didn't mean he wouldn't comfort you for one more night.