˚✧˳ ❝ Bite me. ❞
He didn't respond, but he maintained to stare daggers at me.
A smirk bent its way on his thin lips as the tables turned. Making me the one to back out my neck in defeat as he inched closer again.
❝ Oh, I will bite you. ❞ Five cooed...
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✧ THE DAY THAT WAS ✧
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(Y/N) Hargreeves
"𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧? You're right... Good luck on Vanya, Allison." A full urge contaminated my brain, an order that I shouldn't go. I suddenly lost interest to go with her. I felt like I didn't care anymore.
"Stay safe, (Y/N)." Surprisingly, she pulled me in a tight hug and planted a kiss on top of my head, almost looking regretful. "I'm sorry..." She mumbles out before gently pushing me away and saying goodbye. "You stay safe too, sis."
"Great, now I have to stay in this lame house." Yes, I know it's an entire square block. Forty-two bedrooms, nineteen bathroom house. Why would I complain?
I've gone on inside head for the shower room to clean myself especially my feet that still reeks of caca water that I failed to do earlier when we arrived back to our timeline. Thinking about everything that has happened, this day has been so bizarre that my mind couldn't even take it all in, in one single breath.
I'm surprised how Five can easily swallow everything like it was nothing to him.
With the commission, the end of the world but deep within his eyes, he's insane. I mean, he fell for a mannequin for fuck's sake.
Slipping into a new set of uniforms I head towards Five's room to check upon him.
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"Oh... He's still sleeping." The joy in my tone soon leaves as soon as I saw Five who was still resting.
And with this change, I took the opportunity to snoop around his stuff. There no unusual things he was hiding. It has been ever since the toys and notebooks that he left. I opened one random familiar-looking notebook. This was my handwriting. These were our equations.
I stared in awe at the sight of our ugly handwriting engrave on the notebook. It's the 'P.B.S', the thing we called our equation theory. I flipped the pages and half of them were blank. We never even got to finish it since Five went away.
