Displeasing the Entity [Trickster X Reader]

Manipulation at its Finest

While the two of you were arguing Meg was able to pop the last generator and was now making her way over to the exit gates. She hoped that you and the other survivors were making your way to the gate as well. Although she was used to being the first one to the gates because of her great running talent, she really didn't want to search the map for people that very well could be nothing but corpses.

Thankfully the sound of the last generator was enough to catch your attention and pull you out of your irritated mood. "Perfect timing." He spoke with a cheery tone and a grim grin displayed on his lips. It was as if a switch had flipped and his fake temper tantrum dissolved as if it never existed in the first place. To say he was saved by the bell was an understatement. If the conversation had gone on any longer you would have clued in to his manipulation and most likely would have gotten killed while trying to rip him up like a freshly sharpened knife to a thin sheet of paper.

You looked down into the lifeless eyes of Dwight and Claudette as a long sigh left your pinkish lips. "Let's just go kill her and get out of here." You snapped with a vexed tone trying to get out of this place that was littered with bodies that were killed mercilessly. Although you were mad that they didn't need to die for your cause, you couldn't help but feel at peace with the high that killing gave you. You are no better than the twisted son of a bitch who towered over you content with his ability to control you like a puppet on strings. Although he couldn't mess with your physical body he was able to toy with your emotions and thought patterns, which was even more dangerous.

The trickster gave you a little nod before walking to the open door and saying "Ladies first!" As you walked through the door frame he plucked his bat from your grasp and followed you out. The spikes on the end of the brass knuckles slid through your hand causing pain to jolt through your hand and up your forearm. Deeply unimpressed you looked up over your shoulder to give him a nasty glare, If looks could kill he was as good as dead. He was taken back by your audacity and was quite pissed off, to say the least. He had given you too many chances and you started to see yourself on an equal level as him and he wasn't going to let you get away with it.

He looked down on you deeply unimpressed and kicked in the back of your knee causing you to topple over onto the snow. The snow was so cold, it was as if you were covered in ice and someone was pouring salt over your body causing the ice to melt into your skin and get even colder. He stood over you as he placed one foot on your injured thigh and pressed down causing you to wince and start crying. "Look at me!" He said through gritted teeth as he bent down and pulled your [H/L] [H/C] hair so that you were looking up at him. His yellow orbs were devoid of empathy and humanity, there was a merciless look that danced over his features making his eyebrows furrow and his nose tenths. "Don't get cocky with me or I will make your time here a living hell. Every trial you have with me I'll make you watch as I torture and kill your friends, then I'll save you for last and gut you like a fish Every. Single. Time..." He said as he chuckled maniacally thinking of the not-so-distant future and everything he would do to you. "Oh, the screams I would get out of you" He tilted his head up as he placed more pressure onto your leg before letting go of your hair causing you to face plant into the snow. The impact was focused around your nose and made a river of blood flow from your nostrils like a tsunami that turned the pure white snow crimson.

"Meg is probably opening the door by now so you and I are going to go over there and kill her." He demanded as he took his boot off your thigh and pulled you up into a standing position. "Understood?" He questioned with a demeaning tone before pushing you away from him and kicking you forward.

The brownie points you had worked so hard to achieve instantly evaporated and you were left stumbling and trying to regain your balance. It didn't help that you were still light-headed from the impact of your face colliding with the ground. "yes sir."  You nearly fell down again while trying to balance yourself but you just barely managed to catch onto the nearest tree only to take a second to yourself and analyze what the fuck just happened.

"See, was that so hard?" He questioned. "Just because I let you be my accomplice doesn't mean I like you, In fact, I think I hate you more than anybody else here. You seem to have a mind of your own whereas the other idiots that come here are mindless zombies being controlled by that fucking entity." he walked over to you so that he could push you again because you weren't moving as fast as he would have liked. Before he could get there you held out a hand trying to put a little space between you and him so that you could catch your breath.

"The other survivors seem to have a mind of their own. I don't understand how I'm any different." You panted before pulling yourself from the tree and walking towards the exit gates.

"Aw, you were doing so good. What happened to yes sir?" He sounded very disappointed and genuinely over this conversation. He sped up his pace towards the door so you followed his lead and ran faster while trying to ignore the throbbing pain in your thigh and nose. With every passing step the pain grew but all you could do was choke back your tears and try to hide your pain to the best of your ability as you headed for the door.

...

You had finally gotten to the gate only to see Meg with her back turned. Something beyond the exit had a hold of her undying attention as she waited for her fellow survivors. You stopped just in front of the door and placed two hands on your knees and started panting as if you had just run a marathon. The Trickster followed soon after you of course. She was snapped out of it by the sound of your heavy breathing and turned around to see Ji-Woon standing a few feet away from you. "Watch out!" She screamed as she pointed to the psychotic killer that looked as if he was ready to pounce on you like a cat closing in on a mouse.

"Actually honey I think it's you who needs to watch out." Your voice sounded like you were on the verge of losing your sanity from all of the pain you had suffered through. You and The Trickster decided enough was enough and both of you simultaneously pulled out throwing knives. With your right arm you raised the knife up to your ear and flung it out of your hand effortlessly, The Trickster seemed to follow your exact movements. It was like there was a mirror in between the two of you but your reflection was the devilishly handsome lunatic that had the aim of a god. The knives flew out of your hands and sliced the air towards Meg and hit simultaneously, each one landing in a different eye. The impact caused her to collapse and die almost instantaneously before she could even react. Her head bounced up from the hard ground shattering her skull and caused blood to shoot up in every direction.

"Nice throw." He complimented as he wiped the fresh blood splatter from his lip with his thumb. He was genuinely impressed by your form and was almost jealous because it took him years to perfect the art of throwing knives but you got the hang of it right away.

It felt good to receive a compliment from him although you knew he was still cross with you. "Do I get to go now?" You tilted your head up to look at him and gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes you could ever muster hoping that would somehow convince him to let you go. 

"Yeah... about that..."

A/N

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