Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XX

The two of you were fast asleep in no time. Dwight had stripped down to his boxers and invited you to snuggle into his chest. Once your comfy attire was on, you gladly obliged, sinking into the warmth of the male survivor. You gingerly plucked the glasses from his face and placed them on the bedside table, giggling slightly when he blushed a light pink. Dwight was so soft and innocent, you couldn't help but press a soft kiss to his nose.

These sweet moments filled your dreams with bliss as you slept. Two arms wrapped snugly around the waist pulled you closed. Just when you thought life couldn't get any better than this, a garbled screeching echoed from outside.

Letting out a gasp, both you and Dwight sprung to a sitting position.

Screams and profanities reverberated through the chilly air of the cabin, sending the two of you into a panicked frenzy.

"What the hell?!" crying out through the grogginess in your tone, you hopped out of bed and began quickly pulling on some sweatpants.

A series of grunts came from Dwight and, when you looked, he was attempting to jam his glasses back on his face.

From the window, you spotted several lights blinking on as the entire survivor camp awoke. The screaming never ceased and you ran over to the window pane. Placing a hand over your open mouth, you watched as several confused and alarmed survivors had gathered in the path between your home and Jake's.

Dwight sidled up behind you, placing his chin down on your shoulder. "What's happening?" he mumbled through the haze of slumber.

"There's a bunch of people outside!" You startled when a pounding rose up at your door.

"(Y/N)!! (Y/N)?!" Jake's voice shouted from outside. "Get out here. NOW!"

Slowly, you exchanged a perturbed glance with Dwight. He drew away and slipped on his shirt, fingers fumbling with the buttons. You rushed over quickly and assisted with the last three.

"It's ok, it's ok!" he spoke frantically, "I've got it. You go!"

Nodding, you ran over and opened the door to find a greatly disturbed Jake Park. His fist was attached to the doorknob and you guessed he was about to break in.

"What's going on?!" you pushed past him and onto the porch.

The odd screams from before had calmed, but only slightly. A few of the words made their way to your ears. Most sounded like utter, obscure nonsense but you could understand that a foreign language was being shouted.

"Mi-Chin-Nom...?" you slowly repeated, throwing a glance back at Jake.

"Don't say that!" he scolded, shaking his head. Though a small smile was pulling at his lips. Did he think this whole situation was funny?

"What did I say?!" eyes nearly bulging from your head, you screeched at him.

"It doesn't matter," he began to grimace. "There's something even bigger I think you need to deal with..." Raising an arm, he pointed towards the crowd of gathered survivors.

Casting one last glare at Jake, you swiveled on your feet. Making way through the crowd, Claudette suddenly grabbed your wrist.

"Claud!" you shouted above the clamor, hoping she could hear you. "What's going on?"

She simply looked at you strangely, lips pressed into a thin line. "I should be asking you that..." she muttered before silently letting go.

Confusion etched onto every corner of your features and you decided it was best to just go and see for yourself.