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˚ · . ❝ I wish I never met you Five Hargreeves! ❞
❝ Liar. ❞
╰┈➤ Five x Reader
☄. *. ⋆ Y/n always was the one to fall short, her twin sister always exceeding their mother's expectations. She was often sco...
Ah, yes. The lovely sound of the doorbell ringing. Which usually meant having to talk to someone. That part wasn't so lovely. Considering the possible 'someones' who could be at the door, it made it more of an annoying sound.
"Hello... mother" y/n forced a smile onto her face, something she'd learned for surviving around The Handler. Normally she'd try harder to appease her adoptive mother, but this morning she seemed to have woken up on the wrong side of the bed. It wasn't to seek approval, though. It was simply to not cause a (crime) scene.
"Good morning, dear. I would ask how you're doing, but your answer never seems to change these days, does it?" The over-dressed woman put on an even faker smile than y/n. For such a cruel person, The Handler sure had a good fashion sense.
"Cut the formalities, it would save me a lotta breath. What do you want? You never come and visit me without needing something from me." Y/n ignored her questions, simply because she didn't like dealing with them.
"That isn't true, a mother can't come visit her daughter? I'm hurt you think so little of me." The Handler put a hand over her face dramatically, acting distressed before her face turned serious. "Ah. But you aren't wrong, I did come here to get you. We need to discuss something. Come, dear child"
A look mixed of disgust and confusion flashed across y/n's face. "What makes you think I'm going to come with you, mother? Since when do you need me? Why not dicuss it with miss perfect Lila?" She shook her head, going to shut the door and go back to her relaxing nap. The door was stopped by The Handler's foot.
"Oh, hush. Don't speak of your sister that way. Lila is busy training for a very important mission. This is also an important matter, so come along." It was then y/n realized The Handler had a briefcase with her, and cursed under her breath before being teleported into her office.
"A warning would have been nice." y/n sighed, sitting down reluctantly. Truthfully she was curious about what it was, but also cautious. She didn't want to be so easily used and gullible.
"Care for a candy, dear?" The Handler pushed a bowl of candies forward that y/n knew all too well. She shook her head no immediately. Last time she took a candy, she ended up being tracked and put on house arrest for getting caught stealing a briefcase to sneak into the headquarters.
"No, no thank you... I'm good on those. What is it that we need to dicuss that's such an important matter that you insisted upon interrupting my dream about living on a tropical island instead of this shithole?" Smiling sarcastically, y/n pushed the bowl of candies back quickly.
"Hm. Do you know of our top assassin, Number Five?" The Handler queried, taking a candy from her pocket and eating it.
"Number Five? Hmmmm... nope. Doesn't ring a bell." y/n definitely knew who he was, but The Handler didn't need to know that. Anything could be used to fuel her plan at this point, so she didn't wanna go killing any chance she has of getting out of there.
"Oh. Well, he is—was, our best assassin. For almost two years. Now, it's seemed he's betrayed his contract to chase some silly fantasy of stopping the 2019 apocalypse. Trying to save his family or something of the sort. We sent Hazel and Cha-Cha after him already, but we need someone to get closer, get more information. Eliminating a top tier assassin of our own making, well that's near impossible."
Y/n sat there, slowly processing what she was saying. Eventually, she understood a bit more. "Are you asking me to eliminate him for you? You've never given me any training, that sounds like a suicide mission"
The Handler laughed. "No, no. Not quite. That wouldn't be a wise decision considering how... clumsy you are." her fake smile grew wider. "I'm asking you to get more information on how we can eliminate him. Get to know him, find his weakness, and report back. Simple enough, right?"
Seeing this as an opportunity to act out her plan, she had no choice but to agree. Unless she wanted to live out the rest of her life at The Comission, if you could consider it a life. "I'll accept it. On one condition."
"And what's that?" The Handler seemed to be getting this sick, sadistic aura around her. Like she was about to get rid of a nasty bug that was bothering her.
"You let me do things my way. No capsules, no instructions other than the ones you just gave me. I'll report back to you when I'm done, and that's it. Do we have an agreement?"
The Handler sighed, but nodded. "You're going to use your powers aren't you? Don't be wreckless. Don't screw us over, and we have a deal, y/n." she pulled out a paper from her desk putting it in front of y/n. "Sign this, and the contract is sealed."
Y/n didn't hesitate to sign it, it felt like a weight being lifted off her. Not all of them. Not yet at least. Although knowing that she could enact her plan after all these years made her feel at peace. "Good. It's done then."
"There will be a few details in the contract as well so look over those. More importantly, you'll have to use our body modification services. To make it easier to get to know him since he's decided to trick us with a younger body"
That didn't seem like much of a problem, really. That was, until y/n ended up having the body of a 15 year old girl. She didn't realize 'younger' meant 14 years younger.
Y/n had spent the past day preparing for this mission, finally getting to look around the headquarters again for probably the last time. Her updated plan was to escape using the briefcase they gave her, help stop the apocalypse with Five, and then go on her own way.
Now, it was time for a long-awaited goodbye to The Comission. She stood outside the headquarters, The Handler and Herb next to her explaining what she had to do.
"And that's it! We hope to hear from you very soon. You have one week to report back to us, good luck dear." The Handler waved her off, the same sadistic grin on her face as y/n opened the briefcase, teleporting somewhere.
