As I fell asleep, I soon started to think about it, "Why was I hidden away from the others?". It didn't make sense. Father was indeed a mysterious person, he never really told me about these sorts of things". So what was it? I just couldn't set my mind straight on why I would be separate from the others. Why was I not able to speak with them? Or even eat dinner with them at the same time". "Why could they not know that I existed?". I fell asleep with those questions and yet still no answer. The next day I woke up doing my usual. Pogo went into my room to check on me. "Are you doing well Number 8?". "Yes Pogo" you responded as he gave you your breakfast on a cart. "Pogo...", He turned around as he was about to exit your room. "Yes?". "Why am I hidden away from the others?". "Your father has his reasons, just be patient." He says and then exits the room. The day went normally, my powers were basically being experimented with, separated from the others with way different schedules. "Number 8 Focus!" Father commanded. I tried to vanish into thin air but everything seemed distracting. "FOCUS!". I soon started to meltdown, Pogo looked at me with sympathy. "It's ok Number 8 you can pick this up tomorrow". I was crying the whole night when once again I heard the door to my room open. I heard a voice say "don't go In there if dad finds out you'll be in trouble". "Pssh Trouble my ass". I saw that same boy, but I was so fascinated by him that I didn't even think to vanish into the air. "H-Hi" I waved at him. "Hey..." We both stared into the eyes of each other. "So who are you and why are you here...?" You acted as if you had never seen him. "You should know who I am, "The Boy With The Time-Traveling Powers". "O-Oh...". "So how's your end of life?" he asks. I shrug, "The same as always I guess.". "I've always been hidden away from you and the others so it gets lonely". Me and the boy continue to make conversation. "My names Five..and you?", I respond "(Insert name)". I fell asleep that night feeling happy, I had actually talked to someone that wasn't Pogo or Father and I felt free to say whatever I pleased. It was just something about this Five..
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𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝐼𝓈 𝒮𝓉𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓃𝑔 (Five Hargreeves X Reader)
Lãng mạnHere's a trash fanfic I wrote for my own personal reasons. 😃👍