Dwight was sitting in a tree, watching his friends work while he laughs when they fail. He watches as they are chased around by the killer while he isn't noticed. He swings his feet slightly, glad that for once he wasn't being brutally murdered first thing.

He feels bad when he hears people screaming, but they are great with dealing with the Trickster. No one is on death hook yet, and he's glad for that. But all other survivors are on second hook. He watches as the gens slowly progress, but never get done.

He was sitting over a gen, so he got to see people come over, work on it, get found by the Trickster, run away, then come back to a gen with lost progress. He watches David come over, almost completing the gen, then failing. The thing blew up I'm his face. Dwight burst out laughing, and David glares at him.

Dwight was laughing so hard he fell of the tree. It was David's turn to laugh. Until the killer ran after David, luckily not noticing Dwight. Dwight now was out in the open, and he can't really hide in the tree, since it would take forever to climb back up.

Dwight sees a locker nearby, and decides to hide in it. He didn't even think about the Trickster having to stock up on throwing knives. He sees the Trickster running after others while he is unnoticed in that locker.

One time, he heard the killer grumbling about how he couldn't find Dwight, and Dwight almost laughed. He held a hand over his mouth until the Trickster was out of earshot, then he burst out into another fit of laughter.

The trial went on, and the only time Dwight exited the locker was to get the crows to leave him alone. David had died already, and the other two were close to it. Dwight felt bad, but there was only one gen left. They could do it.

Dwight, being the easily distracted person he is, didn't realize the killer approaching his locker until it was too late. He heard the Trickster growling as he threw the locker doors open. Dwight ducked down, even though it wouldn't do anything, and watches as the killer grabbed the throwing knives that were stored in the locker.

He watched the killer turn to walk away, but freeze. The Trickster turned around and looked at Dwight in a way that made Dwight shiver. "You're not my knives. You're the fucking survivor who's been hiding the whole time." he said, a horrifying grin on his face as his eye visibly twitches.

He didn't even look when the gate opened. Dwight decided to pull a dumb move. He tried to run to the gate. The Trickster grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall of the locker. "No. Nope. You aren't getting out of this." He said, his grip on Dwight neck tightening slightly.

"Uh, u-um.." Dwight stumbled to find an excuse or anything to save him, sweat running down his forehead as he nervously smiles. The Trickster pulled out one of the glowing knives he had, running it across Dwight's face, leaving a small trail of blood in it's path.

The Trickster chuckles. "You look so adorable like this. All submissive and nervous because of me~" Dwight flushed a deep shade of red. He was all too aware of the hand that was still wrapped around his neck. He could be killed at any moment, but the only thought he has is, that's hot.

"You know what you look like? You look like a little 암캐~" Dwight couldn't quite understand, but by the way the killers voice sounds, he could tell it was something dirty. He was too busy simping to notice the Trickster hand tightening around his neck, and him getting closer and closer until there was only a centimeter gap between them.

Dwight almost moaned when the Trickster suddenly squeezed his neck, hard, then released enough to let Dwight breath. "Fuck..." He heard the Trickster mumble. "작은 창녀~" The Trickster mumbles. "W-what?" Dwight stammers. The Trickster chuckles. "Figure it out."

Dwight had no time to think before the hand on his neck tightened again, but it stayed like that this time. Dwight let out a strained moaned, and that's the moment when the Trickster slammed their lips together, causing Dwight to moan again, but louder and more muffled. The Trickster let the hand on Dwight's neck loosen some, while the other roamed the smaller boy's body.

Dwight had to hold back his moans. The Trickster slowly pulled away, dropped his hands to his sides and watching as Dwight slid to the floor of the locker, breathing heavy with his glasses crooked and his face flushed. The Trickster pick Dwight up over his shoulder, carrying him to the exit gate. "W-wait, what's your name?" Dwight asks.

"My name? You better remember it. It's Ji-woon. You'll be using it a lot in the future." Dwight flushed again. The Trickster stopped at the entrance to the gate. He put Dwight down, but not before smacking his ass when he was over his shoulder.

"Hey!" Ji-woon laughs. "That was for how bad you were during the trial." He said, his grin only growing when he saw how red Dwight was. Dwight turned around to leave, but stopped when he heart Ji-woon call his name. "Oh, and, don't think this is the end. We will be continuing this next time I see you~" Dwight covers his face and rushes out the gates, hearing the Trickster laughing like a maniac.