Displeasing the Entity [Trickster X Reader]

Target Practice

At first, the trickster was shocked by her audacity, but once he regained his composure he turned around. While wiping the spit from the side of his face, his expression was irritated as he sucked his bottom lip in and bit down extremely hard. You could see that he was trying really hard to get his temper under control and not ruin the game preemptively. He let out an exasperated breath that he had been holding, and snapped his elbow backward directly into Laurie's stomach. The blow knocked the wind out of her and caused her to jerk forward.

"Is there a different amount of points for hitting different places?" You managed to say well stifling your laughter with your hand. Something about watching the trickster get furious was hilarious to you. You can only imagine how embarrassed and defiled he felt right now. Normally it was him dishing out the punishment, but now he was getting a taste of his own medicine.

"I was getting to that, but someone interrupted me." He spat out through gritted teeth as he nodded his head towards the survivor on the wall. "The torso is worth 1 point, any limb is worth 3 and headshots are 5 points. If you somehow manage to completely sever any appendage that is worth 10 points."

"One last question: how do we know when the game is over?" You were still trying to compose yourself after the scene that took place only moments ago and that didn't go unnoticed by the rabid dog that was your partner in crime.  He looked at you with malicious intent as you looked away trying to avoid his gaze.

"The game ends when she stops breathing." His cadence had gone from pissed to now enthusiastic, somehow he was able to pull himself together. It was weird to watch him flip his emotions around so quickly. Of course, whenever his anger arose he had to deal with it in some way, but once it was dealt with he was able to eradicate it entirely.

"You know sometimes I wonder what goes on in that twisted head of yours." You pulled yourself off the wall with a bit of trouble, but nevertheless, you made it to your feet and walked up next to Ji-Woon, who had also walked closer to you.

"I'll show you... Just you wait." He gives you a small smirk that you return as you eagerly await the next show he's going to put on.

"Shall we begin?" Before you could say anything more the trickster flung a blade elegantly, but with unlying hints of aggression, at the helpless girl pleading for escape. The knife finds its way to her chest, only a little below her neck, and causes her to cough up blood, only adding to the puddle on the floor already. It was like he wasn't even trying to make it look nice; he only wanted revenge for getting spit on.

You were a little surprised by his sudden movement; all you saw was the knife after it had landed. You hadn't really seen what happened because you were looking down, but you made your way over to the imaginary line anyway.

Lining up your shot, you hold the blade of the knife in between your thumb and pointer finger. With the flick of a wrist, the knife was launched out of your hand and it embeds itself into Laurie's left arm. While you were taking your turn, the fanatic was writing down the score for you both.

"Wonderfully done kitten." Stepping closer to you he pulls out a knife and throws it at Laurie effortlessly. The knife makes a few rotations before stopping in the flesh wall that was the girl's head. He made it look so easy as if anyone who hadn't handled a knife could pull that off; when in reality, he had been perfecting the skill for many years.

After giving him a small round of applause you walk up to the spot where you were to take your next throw. Following the same motion you used the first time, you let go of the knife, but at the wrong time causing it to completely miss and rebound off the floor.

"Oops..." Your eyes widen when you see the blade slide along the floor towards your feet. Clearly, your prior accuracy was a fluke; before the last trial, you had never even picked up a throwing knife, never mind thrown one.

"Here let me help you." Stepping behind you the fanatic places his hand over your own and holds you up to his bare chest with the other hand. Not only could you hear his heartbeat so vividly now you could feel the vibrations through the clothes on your back.

As he wraps himself around you he feels the blood-soaked shirt that you had been purposely ignoring. "Why haven't you stopped the bleeding yet? If you're not careful you're going to bleed out."

"What's the point; you're going to kill me anyway."

"Well yes, but we can't have you die prematurely. I want to be the one solely responsible for your death and it looks like someone has already gotten to you." Before you can say anything in return, he places an immense amount of pressure over the wound and attempts to stop the bleeding. His action caught you off-guard since you thought he really didn't care about you. You thought he was playing you for his own amusement, you were right of course, but there's more to it than mindless fun.

"It's fine you don't have to do that." You try to squirm out of his grasp, but your attempt was futile. He only held you tighter like a pair of handcuffs closing tighter than they needed to be.

"y/n..." He shows no signs of letting you go as he rests his head on your shoulder.

"Yes?"

"Shut up... You're too stupid for your own good."

A/N

I got my friend to read my story and everything was going pretty well until he got to "Mori me Slowly" (chapter 5). Once he read the word "kitten" he slammed his computer closed and hasn't started reading again since. Besides him, I haven't got anyone telling me they don't like being called kitten. So unfortunately for him, it's not going to stop anytime soon;)

Anyways that's all I had to say! Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoyed it!