Displeasing the Entity [Trickster X Reader]

A/N

This chapter contains violence so if that's not your thing please click away. For those who are willing to stay, I hope you enjoy! <3

Stumbling up the stairs you find a very eager Ji-Woon waiting for your arrival. It was clear that he hadn't been waiting for long since he looked rather calm without any note of boredom. You were pretty sure that the other survivor was no longer when you saw the small sweat drops leaking from his stunning features.

The blood-spattered maniac knew exactly what was going on downstairs, but he decided not to intervene since that was your first kill where you actually took the time to enjoy yourself. Until now you had only lored your victims in to kill them fast and with little pain, but this time you took the time to look into their dying eyes.

"How did it feel?" He said with an evil grin, before offering you a hand as you pull yourself up the last step. When you don't take his hand he pouts a little before quickly getting over it. You were determined to make it to the top by yourself without his help. There was something about showing him you could do things on your own that you couldn't shake.

"How do you think it felt?" You turned to the masochistic serial killer with a smug look and a raised eyebrow. He gave you a small chuckle before redirecting you towards a new room that you had yet to explore. In the room was Laurie, she was tied to the wall with rope and knives, each doing their job of pinning her in place. She was clearly injured and if she wasn't taken off the wall any time soon she would eventually bleed out.

Besides the girl bleeding out on the wall there was little to nothing in the room except on the back wall there was a cross painted in blood. The sides of the cross were a lot longer than usual, it resembled a scoreboard. At the left side of the crosshair sat the name y/n and on the other side was the name Ji-Woon. The writing was a lot like what you had made in the killer shack of the last trial, but this time it was more put together. It was clear that the person who made it put actual time and effort into the piece and didn't rush their craftsmanship.

You take a step forward to examine the dripping blood and momentarily space out when you see two lines of blood race down to the floorboard. As you watched to see which one would make it to the floor first, you made internal bets for the one on the right. When the line you picked had finished first you turned to face the assailant with a quizzical look plastered on your face.

"We are going to play a little game... target practice if you will." The tips of his fingers were pushed together before he moved and fanned out one of his hands as if he was talking with his hands and then brought it back to its original position.

"I'm listening." You replied as you used to wall for support in attempts of relieving some of the pain coursing through your ribcage. Ji-Woon noticed you struggle to set yourself down but brushed it off as a small injury. He had watched your run-in with Bill, but from his point of view it didn't look that bad, maybe a few bumps and bruises at most. One would think he would have noticed that something far worse had happened by the blood forcing its way through your overcoat, but you did recently murder someone. Who's to say the blood wasn't a byproduct of Bill's miss fortune.

"We are going to throw knives at this little bitch and every time you hit her you gain points." Turning away from you the trickster walks over to Laurie and bends down so he is at eye level with her. He then grabbed her face and squished her cheeks together while shaking her head back and forth, like a mom mad at her devil of a child, but in a more playful manner. "The person with the most points at the end of the game wins."

At his touch, Laurie woke up. Not knowing where she was she looked around the room until she saw the lavender-haired man only inches away from her. She struggled to get out of the restraints, but to her dismay, she couldn't move at all. The restraints were tied with utmost precision, they were meant to contain the prey to the very end, there was no way she was getting out without help. Once she realized that flight was not an option she opted for the fight card and spit in the face of the man taunting her.