𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒

⑮ SOMETHIN' STUPID: ⑮

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WE WALK INTO THE FRONT doors of a prosthetic body parts manufacturing building. If our assumptions are correct, this is where the prosthetic eye we found in the apocalypse originates. Five's fist holds the eye in his shorts' front pocket as we pace up towards the receptionist's desk.

"I still think we should have stopped by Vanya's," he mutters to me under his breath.

"And I still disagree." I shrug, turning my head to look at his boyish face.

He doesn't reply. Instead, he steps forward, looking around the lobby and up to the letters on the wall that confirm that we found the company that made the eye. A man with crutches passes us as he speaks to another man in a lab coat. Five's eyes follow the duo as he faces the receptionist's desk again.

"Uh...Can I help you?" a guy steps out through the glass doors leading further into the building to our left. He also wears a lab coat with a badge hanging from a lanyard around his neck, which reads "Dr. Lance".

Five tilts his head to the side a little as he walks up to Lance and holds up the glass eye. "I need to know who this belongs to," he states simply.

"Where did you get that?" the doctor asks, looking down at him.

"What do you care?" he retorts, furrowing his brows at the question. Lance merely looks at him. "I... I found it. At a playground, actually," Five lies with a shrug, smiling to himself a little. "It must have just," he pauses to click his tongue to make a popping sound. "... popped out."

He's an idiot. Do we look like we go to the playground? Fuck no.

"We wanna return it to its rightful owner," I smile at Lance, going with Five's lie.

"Awe," the receptionist coos at us softly. "What a thoughtful young couple!"

What an annoying young woman!

"Yeah. Look up the name for me, will ya?" Five sasses at her, causing me to smirk to myself.

"Uh, I'm sorry, but patient records are strictly confidential," Lance stops them. "That means I can't tell you-," he starts to mansplain.

"Yeah, we know what it means," I say coldly, glaring at him.

"Well, I'll tell you what I can do," Lance continues, shoving his hands in his pants pockets. "I will take the eye off your hands and return it to the owner. I'm sure he or she will be very grateful. So, if I can just-,"

"Yeah, you're not touching this eye," Five interrupts him, holding the eye away from him.

This takes the doctor by surprise. He does his best to sound authoritarian as he says, "Now, you listen here, young man-,"

Five grabs him by the collar of his lab coat, pulling him forward, before kneeing him in the gut, causing Lance to grunt in pain. His face contorts into slight fear as Five speaks dangerously close to his face. "No! You listen to me, Asshole," he says through his teeth, clearly not enjoying being talked down to. "I've come a long way for this.

I shift my weight to my left leg as I shove my hands in my pocket, sighing at Five's aggression but not bothering to make a move to stop him. "We," I correct him in a false cough under my breath, but he ignores me.

"Through some shit through your pea brain couldn't even comprehend," Five continues as though I hadn't said anything. "So, just give me the information I need, and we'll be on our merry way." He glares at the Doctor, smiling at the fear in his eyes."And if you call me 'young man' one more time, I'm gonna put your head through that damn wall."