Number Zero: The Shadow| Five x OC

21: Making friends while Five sulks

"There is a strange line between knowing what the Handler has up her sleeve, and not knowing. She is a vindictive woman and will do anything to get what she wants. I worry for anyone who steps into her gaze,"- Herb

Zero's POV

As Five and I worked on our case, we made sure to communicate telepathically- Five was quite paranoid. He typed on the typewriter and of course, we collaborated ideas together. I was having a fun time, Five was not. I love him and all, but he was a grumpy old man through and through. He was very focused on the typewriter- his eyebrows furrowed as he kept his gaze on the paper.

"Hiya, Five, Zero. How's it going?" Dot asked, as the kind person she was.

I turned around to her and explained, "It's going good, we have-"

Five interrupted, "We must have utter silence in order to complete this task."

I huffed as I slammed my head into the desk. 

Dot stammered, "Oh, okay." As she was just trying to be friendly. Five grabbed the paper with the instructions out of the typewriter. He rolled it into a small enough size for it to fit into the small message carrying containers.

Dot spoke again, "Hey, a few of us are having lunch, and I was wondering if you guys..." Five cleared his throat rudely which led Dot to notice, "Oh, you're doing something."

Five grabbed a container out of the drawer and placed the message inside. He closed the drawer and carried the container. He stood up and I guess that meant I was leaving too.

"Oh, bye-bye!" Dot exclaimed.

I waved back, "Bye, Dot!" Five pulled my arm harshly out of the room. 

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Five led us to the tube room. He was cautiously looking around while I just frowned- what was Five up to? Did he wanna...wow! Such a sly dog. He opened the door and I smiled. 

"If you wanted to make out, Five, you should've just said so," I laughed. 

Five locked eyes with me and shook his head, "No! I mean...I-I would like to, b-but that's not why we're here."

"Oh," I frowned, "But..."

"But, we'll make out later."

I smiled, "Good, good."

He opened one of the tubes and stuck the container inside. Neither of us paying attention to the clicking of heels strolling closer to us. 

"I'm afraid that's not procedure," The Handler explained, sneaking up on us. She took the container from Five's hand and said, "Five, Zero, meet Gloria. Gloria is perhaps the single most vital clog in our machine."

Gloria chuckled with an, "Oh!" She held a smile as she came towards us. 

"Gloria, this is Number Five and Number Zero."

"Look at you two. Deadly little things." She grabbed a hold of the container, "So happy we decided to close the contracts on your lives and especially since Zero is actually the Handler's-"

The Handler interrupted her with a harsh glare, "Favourite new recruit, of course Gloria. But, I'm afraid your reputation precedes you, Five. And it looks like you're building on it here. Maybe don't drag our starry-eyed recruit into it too." I sheepishly grinned. 

The Handler unwrapped the message and read it, "Oh, Karl Weber. Now tell me, why unfortunate Karl?"

Five gave a sickly sweet smile, "Karl Weber is the butcher at the shop where Captain Ernst A. Lehmann acquires his weekly roast."