'idiot' // five x female reader

two

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Ontario, Canada. November 10th 2002.

I was laying in my bed listening to some music in my headphones. I heard a distinct bell but I only thought that it was part of the music. I heard a bunch of footsteps and then it had gotten quiet. Suspiciously quiet. I exited my room and started to walk downstairs carefully levitating a knife I stole from Diego last night.

I had started to think of weird and threatening situations to show to my unexpected. I landed on the second floor and I looked around the corner. I used my knife to look at the reflections. There was a figure but I couldn't quite tell who it was. I couldn't wait to use my elephant visual to surprise them. I waited for them to go to the corner before I jump scared them.

They were just about to go around the corner before I jumped, caught hold of their shoulder, turned around mid-air and pulled them to the ground putting my leg over their back and planting their face into the ground. I brought the knife close to their face.

"HEY HEY! y/n why all the drama? It's just me Diego."
"Oh. Sorry, Diego. Thought you were a robber. Where is everyone?"
"Everyone is downstairs waiting for food being starved to death because you aren't there."
"Oh. Well, you could've just called me."

"Oh well I could have but my throat hurt from all that bickering Luther does."
"You feel that too? Luther seriously needs duck tape over his mouth."
"Yes. Yes, he does. Now if you don't mind, can you get off me?"

I gazed down to realise that I was still forcefully squatting on his back and the side of his face started to get red. "Right. Yeah sorry." I sat up from his back and offered to help him. He waved my arm away and stood up almost falling over.

"Do you want some ice or-"
"I don't need your help Number 8. Let's just go downstairs and start eating."
"Ok. Whatever you say" Why was Diego so upset and why the hell did he call me Number 8?

I followed him downstairs and I entered the dining room with Herr Carlson in the background and stood by my designated seat. Everyone looked at me with angry eyes and I responded with sorrowful eyes.
"Nice of you to join us Number 8," reported Reginald.
"Sorry, I'm late Reginald." Allison coughed and glared at me. "And sorry Allison." My other siblings started to cough as well.

"Does everybody have a cold? Oh no! I will prepare some lemon tea." requested Grace.
"No mum that's ok. Sorry everyone that I kept you from eating." Everyone looked at me with 'apology accepted' eyes and I smiled.

"Sit!" Reginald's voice echoed throughout the whole house. We all sat promptly and had gotten into our food. The table order from left to right was Reginald, Luther, Allison, Diego, Klaus, Five, Ben, me, and then Vanya at the end. The food was quite warm but wasn't as piping hot as it usually was because I had kept everyone waiting.

I wanted some salt and I couldn't use my powers because Reginald refused to do so during eating so I whispered to Klaus because he was closest to the salt shaker. "Klaus." He didn't reply. "Klaus?" Still no reply. He was looking down for who knows why.

I raised my voice and proclaimed, "Klaus!"
"Number 8. No talking during meal times."
"Sorry, Reginald." We continued to eat but I still wanted my salt. I used my illusion manipulation to make it look like Allison threw a potato at Klaus. He flinched and turned around to Allison. "Ow. What did you do that for?"

Allison was confused. "What did I do?" whispered Allison.
"You threw a potato at me" replied Klaus. I coughed and they both looked at me. I mouthed 'it was me, Klaus.' He had rolled his eyes and mouthed, 'What do you want?" I eye signalled at the salt and Klaus didn't understand me. 'Salt.' I mouthed.