WRONG SAVE AU - Equip.

.// additional context is that this actually happens on an abandoned snowgrave file, wherein the soul doesn't give up and just changes targets.

Old as art piece I’ll never finish

Emotional numbness

I like to think that stage 1 killer is either on the verge of a break down 24/7 or completely numb due to the emotional stress and struggle with knowing what’s real and not

Could I get a uhh- Trapper x Reader, angst with a side of comfort where reader accidentally steps into said Trapper’s Traps?

If you’re feeling mean, you could make it so that maybe we got stuck there for a while before he came to check if he caught anything, only to see that his trap has caught the completely wrong thing XD

HHHHHHHGH LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH BSBBSHJJ - anon

Pain, Panic, and Passion

The Trapper x Reader

[⚠️ Graphic mentions of injury, blood, bones breaking, insects, and a coyote tries to eat Y/n

Thank you so much Anon! I hope you enjoy!]

     You’ve always been an inattentive person. Even as a child you spent your time with your head in the clouds. Teachers and family would often scold you for not paying attention. 

     After locking yourself out of your car five times, losing the keys to your apartment three times, and almost getting ran over by nineteen cars while trying to cross the street, you decided that the city wasn’t meant for you. So you packed up your bags and bought a cozy little cabin in the woods. 

     You didn’t expect to have neighbors of the supernatural kind but it’s a lot better than being alone.

     There’s been a lot of close calls when it came to the traps set in the woods. The Trapper even painted them neon colors so that they would be easier to spot but today you were more bothered by your thoughts than usual. 

     You and the Trapper had always gotten along well because of his outspoken nature. He always knew how to make you laugh and you could spend hours playing cards with him. You cherish the friendship you have with him but you’ve often found yourself wondering what it would be like if there was something more between you two. 

     A part of you feels selfish for wanting more. There’s a fear that if you confess that you’ll ruin what you already have with him. There’s been opportunities when you could have took his hand in yours or snuggled in closer to him but every time you hesitate because what can you offer to the relationship? Could you really make him as loved and protected he makes you feel? 

     Snap! 

     You aren’t sure if the crunching sound you heard was the sound of the trap snapping shut or your bone breaking from the force. Your scream startles the birds and with them flying off you’re alone. The sight of your mangled leg trapped within the metal grip causes you to feel lightheaded. You fall into a sitting position, leaning yourself against a tree. Your loud wails echo through the trees but no one comes to your aid.

     The pain doesn’t subside but you find the courage to put your hands on the trap as you trip to figure out how to open it. You remember the Trapper speaking about some sort of mechanism that causes the trap to snap open but like usual, you weren’t paying attention. 

     Blood sinks into the dirt floor and curious bugs scuttle over to see if they can make your damaged leg their new feeding ground. Your sobs never cease as you swat the bugs away with your hands. While trying to loosen the trap you dig it deeper into your leg, causing you lean back fully against the thick tree behind you. 

     You cup your hands near your mouth and call out, hoping that someone will hear your cries for help. There’s no one there to hear your desperate cries and they begin to fade as your throat gets more scratchy. 

——-

     You don’t know how long it’s been. When you went out on your walk the sun was up and now it’s lowering itself out of your sight. You can’t look at your leg too much in fear that you’ll faint but you can tell you’ve lost a lot of blood. Your nails dig into your palm in an attempt to keep yourself conscious. Your eyelids are heavy but you fear that if you let yourself slip away you’ll never open your eyes again. 

     A snap of twigs causes you to strain to lift your head up. What’s approaching you is not one of your concerned friends but a coyote who sees defenseless prey. If you weren’t so out of it you would have been afraid but you can’t even muster the energy to try and defend yourself. 

     The canine sniffs around you curiously. Its eyes glance down to your leg and you can see the animal salivating.

     “Get away from them!” The shout is enough to cause the coyote to flee. You were no longer an easy meal.

     Even in your weakened state you know who the voice belongs to. You raise your head up to met his shocked gaze. You take in a breath and attempt to speak, to let the Trapper know that you’re alive. 

     You’ve never seen the man move so fast. He’s by your side in a second, unlatching the trap and scooping you up. 

     “Don’t talk.” He whispers. “Please.” His voice has never trembled like that, it’s never sounded so solemn. 

     Maybe it’s because you’re exhausted or you feel safe in his arms but you no longer try to keep your eyes open. You let sleep embrace you. 

——-

     “You don’t need to hover over me, I’m fine.” You tell him as you slowly traverse down a trap free path. You lean against the large stick that serves as your makeshift cane. 

     These past couple of weeks haven’t been fun for you. You’re lucky that you still have your leg, that it didn’t get infected with the dirt and bugs that decided the inside of your mangled limb was the perfect residence. Now you just had to relearn how to walk after being in bed for months on end.

     But the worst part of this sucky situation? There’s a distance between you and the Trapper. He’s always by your side but it’s only to make sure you’re alright. Every time you try talking to him like you used to it’s like he pulls away. You’ve told him a hundred times that it isn’t his fault, that you should have looked where you were going but he just nodded silently.

     “You should go a little slower. There’s no rush.” The Trapper advises you. Causing you to roll your eyes. There’s nothing you want more than to just joke around with him like you used to, to playfully shove each other and laugh so loud that you startle the birds.

     “Can you just stop!?” You snap at him. “If you’re going to treat me like a piece of glass then I don’t know if I want you around me at all.” 

     The look on his face makes you regret your words quicker than you said them. It no longer feels like you’re on solid ground, a lump building in your throat. 

     You sigh, leaning against a tree and setting your waking stick down beside it. “I…didn’t mean it like that. I just wish you’d stop distancing yourself from me because you feel bad. I don’t need a caretaker right now, I need my friend.” 

     You didn’t mean to be so harsh with your words but you want him to understand what’s going through your mind. The world is completely still, not even the chirping of birds dare to interrupt this moment between you and him. 

     “You’re right and I’m sorry.” The Trapper says in defeat. He shakes his head as if disapproving of his own actions.   “It’s just that ever since the accident I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. Sleeping is hard because I keep dreaming that something worse happened. What if I didn’t get there in time? What if I had come five minutes later? Or what if that dammed coyote had gotten there sooner?”

     You limp over to your friend and lean against him, he keeps you stable with a gentle hand on your back. 

     “Well maybe if I sleep beside you the nightmares will go away? If you ever wake up from one I’ll be there.” You aren’t sure where your newfound bravery is coming from. In all your past relationships you never took the lead like this, but you see that distraught look in his eyes and you know that you would be willing to walk through a hundred bear traps if it could take that pain away. 

     “I’d like that.” He whispers as he rests his head atop of yours.

ANYWAY:

•Lauren is the only person in her family who wasn’t born a witch, and that’s why she’s so determined to become the Supreme Witch, to prove all their jokes and insults wrong

•WC!Prismarina is related to ES1!Lizzie and is an axolotl hybrid (this is a hill I will die on)

•Scott used to be a nature witch, but then there was a whole accident involving his powers that got someone he cared about a lot (*cough cough* Jimmy) killed, so he became a necromantic witch to try and bring them back

•Before he died, Jimmy was a Sun Witch- he could control sunlight and make plants grow faster as well as lighting places up, but his powers only worked during the day

•Cleo constantly gets herself stuck in ten second time loops and it takes her a couple of hours to break out of them

•I think at some point, because Lauren befriended Joey and Pris, who hate each other now in lore I think, Lauren’s gonna be forced to choose between Joey and Pris

•Scott doesn’t like any nature witches, which unfortunately includes Tiffany