you were everything

I 16 I

TW: violence, gunshots

☂ I love you...even if you can't love yourself ☂ 

"Well, this is not good," Five mutters, sitting down on the steps outside. I begrudgingly sit next to him.

"I was pretty good, though, right?" Klaus chuckles amiably. "What about my consent, bitch?"

"That was the funniest thing I've ever seen," I laugh, giving Klaus a fist bump.

"It doesn't matter," Five grumbles.

"What?" Klaus asks. "What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?"

"There's someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days," Five says casually, his expression darkening. "They're going to bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it."

"Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks now, or what?" Klaus asks.

"Your 20 bucks?"

"Yeah, my 20 bucks."

I hand him another hundred.

"You're an angel, Number Eight," Klaus sighs happily.

"The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?" Five rolls his eyes.

"Well, I'm also quite hungry," Klaus says, rubbing his stomach. "Tummy's a-rumblin'."

Five sits in silence for a moment.

"You're useless," he mutters. "You're all useless!"

"You're welcome," I say sarcastically.

"Oh, come on. You need to lighten up, old man," Klaus pauses. "Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!" He laughs. "You and Y/n could have a go at it, all dignities set aside!"

I shift uncomfortably, my face turning red.

Five avoids eye contact.

Awkward.

"Shut up, Klaus," I groan.

But Klaus presses on. "All those years by yourself. It's gotta screw with your head, being alone."

"Well..." Five trails off. "I wasn't alone."

"Oh? Pray tell."

"Her name was Dolores."

My eyes widen.

"Dolores who?"

"Yeah," Five says, smugly. "We were together for over 30 years. After... you know."

I narrow my eyes. "I thought there were no other survivors."

"Dolores is just that special," Five shrugs.

"You little jerk," I mutter, standing up and storming off.

I can feel Five's gaze on me as I walk away.

"Y/n..." he calls, his voice carrying.

I stop and turn. "What?"

"I want to introduce you to Dolores," Five says, his tone sincere. "You'll get along with her."

I glare at Klaus, who just raises his eyebrows in amusement.

"Fine."

"Take my hand."

"What?"

"Take my hand."

Before I can protest, he spatial jumps us into the back of a taxi.