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The Trapper was having a bit of a problem. A problem of the 5’10 variety. A problem with shaggy hair and beautiful brown eyes… Shut up, his eyes are not beautiful or brown, well they were brown but that isn’t the point. The point was that he was having a definite and very real problem.
You see this little shaggy ass rat has been completely defiling his bear traps. His bear traps that he had worked so hard and meticulously on. His pride and joys. His little babies. They were completely broken apart and missing pieces, metal bent and all. Seriously, does this musky motherfucker know how difficult it is to find the metal in this wasteland? Very hard.
The amount of times he had to go all the way to that automobile graveyard to scavenge for scraps. He wasn’t fond of going there, it had a weird smell. Gasoline mixed with rotting flesh. Not a very fun combination.
At this current moment The Trapper, also known as Evan MacMillan, son of Archie MacMillan, was hauling back the random chunks of scrap metal he was borrowing from some of the out of commission automobiles. Was he borrowing them? No. However, he told himself that he was because he felt a tad bit bad about stealing from Phillip. Yes, the guy had told him that he didn’t give a damn that he scavenged there, everyone else did. It didn’t change the fact that he still felt bad about it, although that also didn’t change the fact that that didn’t stop him from doing it.
Whatever, it wasn’t that deep. Right now he just had to take a hike through the wilderness in between their designated zones. He tried not to pay much attention when he was out here, the woods and whatever creatures The Entity put there were uncanny to say the least. If he looked too hard he would notice it looking back. So he just stared forward at the path in front of him, eyes glossed over in a dissociated thought.
The unfortunate thing about him drifting off into his own world of thoughts to escape reality was that it worked so well that he did not see the inconspicuous pile of leaves covering the rusted jaws of a bear trap that loomed only a few strides ahead of him.
One… Two… Three… Four… And-
CLAMP
Five!
The sharp, rigid jaws of the bear trap clamped down on the 6 '4 man’s ankle, the sheer shock of the very sudden pain sent him falling straight on his fat ass.
“Fuckin’ shit mother of god you son of a gun eating whore!!” Evan expelled out of anger mixed with sheer shock.
He had stepped in bear traps of his own before, but this wasn’t his. Not to mention he wasn’t in hunter mode, he was quite literally just taking a nice stroll through the woods. This trap hurt way more than anything Evan had made. The man grunted and groaned as he pulled the jaws of the trap apart to release his ankle. The teeth were much more thin and jagged than the ones he made. Was this some joke from The Entity? Maybe a sign that he hasn’t been performing as well as he should in the trials?
Blood gushed out of the wounds the trap had inflicted on him. The springs on this thing were as tight as shit, but after a few more tries Evan was able to get his foot out. The disgruntled man examined the trap, ignoring the pooling blood from his ankle.
Hey wait a minute he could recognize the craftsmanship of those metal hinges anywhere, they were his! Specifically the ones that were missing from his last trap that was destroyed by that shaggy haired, brown eyed, fat assed son of a bitch!
He looked back down at where the trap was originally placed and lo and behold there was a note covered in dirt. He sighed, he had a feeling that reading this was only going to piss him off but he did anyway.
In handwriting that was hardly legible the note read…
Dear Trapper,
Get fucked. Hope this one stings. <3 - Jake
He was right, it did piss him off. Beyond belief actually. He sat there and stared at the note for a hot minute before crumpling it up and throwing it deep into the forest. That fucker was gonna pay for this.
Evan looked at his ankle, it had already stopped bleeding, magical Entity bullshit or whatever made it so injuries were not usually permanent. He stood up and made his way back to his dingy estate, making sure that he brought his frankenstein bear trap with him. He had to take some notes.