𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 - 𝑓. ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠

006. DEMONIC DONNIE DARKO BUNNY

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DEMONIC DONNIE DARKO BUNNY ☂︎︎

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FIVE HARGREEVES WAS A RECKLESS DRIVER.

Each traffic light was met with a jolt. His face, however, was in complete seriousness as he drove. The duffel bag sat between them. Some twists and turns and he halted to a break in front of the tall skyscraper from before.

Charlotte released a breath she didn't know she had been folding. "Lord, your driving is reckless."

His eyes were squinting as they looked into the distance. "It got us here alive."

He cursed and fumbled through his duffle bag. "That is so not how you judge someone's ability to drive." Charlotte sighed.

She watched in curiosity as he pulled out the head of a mannequin along with bottles of vodka, wondering what on earth he would be needing either of them for. "Sorry you were in there so long, Delores."

Delores...

It struck her odd that the Delores mentioned in the previous conversations had been in reference to a mannequin, specifically the head of one. The non-animated eyes stared straight ahead into the parked corner of the street as Charlotte sat in the passenger seat.

Five sighed, turning away from the mannequin with a huff. "Dolores, this is Charlotte. Charlotte... Delores."

Considering the circumstances of the family and Klaus being able to talk to his dead brother, she figured this wasn't as strange as it could get. Better yet, she had gained a PhD in her own comatose. There was no need to judge.

She raised a hand slightly, a wave to the head. "Hi, Delores."

"Be nice." Five told Delores. "She's here to help."

There was a brief silence.

"No. I'm not drunk. I'm working."

Another airy silence.

He turned his head in annoyance to Delores. "Yes, it's about the eye thing. This is the place it was made."

"Will be made." Charlotte corrected. She motioned towards Delores. "How do you expect her to know if she's been in the bag the whole time?"

Five glared at Delores. "I know she's right."

Charlotte resisted the urge to chuckle. The mannequin was defending her. It must be a smart mannequin. "I like her." Charlotte decided out loud. "She knows what she's talking about."

He rolled his eyes. "Women." he muttered.

Charlotte chuckled, the morning's trials and her lack of proper sleep beginning to take over. Surprisingly enough, she didn't feel that metaphysical tug that usually came over her when she wanted to drift to sleep. She tapped Five's shoulder. "Wake me up if anything happens."

He nodded. "Are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah." she replied with a grin. "It's just... weirdly enough, this is the first time I've felt good enough to sleep properly."

"Oh." he said, looking at her in understanding.

She turned to her side, brushing her hair out of her face before saying a silent "see you later" to Delores before closing her eyes and falling into what she could only describe as a peaceful sleep.

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A knock on the door startled her awake.

Her eyes opened and Luther was knocking on her window, pointing towards the back of the car. She rolled her eyes with an annoyed huff as she made her way to the back. Luther slid into the front, the car sinking down as he did. "What are you..."