Number One Fan - Trickster x Reader

XXI

Only a few hours had passed since the debacle with Myers. Somehow, not a single survivor thought to ask you any questions about what just happened. You knew they heard what you'd said to Michael. They were just being respectful of your privacy. Jake even helped you escort Ji-Woon into your cabin. Together, the two of you tied him down to a chair as best as possible. After all, it wasn't like any of you just kept rope and the like just sitting around. This was a special occasion. Luckily, Dwight had left behind several old t-shirts in your dresser which you and Jake proceeded to wrap around the Trickster's wrists.

Once the killer was safely secured, Jake gave you a tentative pat on the shoulder and a quickly mumbled, "Good luck..."

And with that, you were left alone with the single man you hated most in this entire realm. His head lolled back and both eyes fluttered occasionally but you were sure he remained mostly unconscious. If he wasn't, you knew he'd be spouting some nonsensical words and thrashing against the makeshift restraints.

There was a wild animal in your home and, as such, you were unable to settle your nerves. How would you get rid of him now? There was no way you were going to drag his limp body over to the killer camp and expose yourself. You couldn't even ask anyone for help because that would drag them into your predicament.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" sighing in frustration, you twisted knots in the length of your hair.

A hefty sized bruise covered Ji-Woon's lower abdomen, stretching all the way from one side to the other. All you could think about was the fear as his eyes bulged and the bluish tinge you'd seen on his skin as he had struggled for air through Michael's iron grasp. You had to change the deal somehow. No matter how you loathed the man before you, allowing someone as brutal as the Shape to torture him was just sadistic.

As you examined the extent of the damage, you discovered the corner of something thick jutting out of his inside coat pocket. Grabbing ahold, you gingerly pulled it out and gasped happily.

"My medicine book!" Jumping with glee a little, you were relieved Ji-Woon had at least kept it safe from harm.

With nothing else to do, you flipped the pages until you found something for bruises. The ingredients all happened to be in your cabinet so you whipped them together. Grabbing another old t-shirt, you soaked the fabric in the newly made compound and wrapped it snug around the Trickster's waist. At least now he would heal. You imagined the killers might have something like a campfire to ease their wounds but, now that you thought about it, you weren't sure. 

"This reminds me of when I met you..." Ji-Woon spoke out suddenly, causing you to hop back and nearly crash headfirst into the cabinet. 

Forcing out a harsh chuckle, he ended up in a coughing fit instead. You decidedly jumped back further, making damn sure you were only an inch away from the exit. Staring down the heaving killer, you brushed your fingertips against the doorknob...just in case.

"Relax," he half laughed, half grunted. Wriggling in his restraints, he allowed a lazy smirk to play on his lips. "Who tied this shit? It's awful."

Your eyebrows sunk low in a glare and he wrenched out another laugh.

"Like I said. Relax. I'm too weak to even move."

"What the hell were you doing in the survivor camp?" you questioned.

Raising a silver brow, he grunted, "Ah, straight to the questions, huh? No hello kiss or anything?"

With a scoff, you folded both arms over your chest. "Like I would ever," pausing for a moment you added on through gritted teeth, "willingly, at least."