𝑃𝑂𝑆𝑇𝐿𝑈𝐷𝐸 | 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐒 [DISCONTINUED]

𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫. 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟

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𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 in the room when she woke up.

She had fallen asleep in Five's bed not too long after eating her feast. There were a few times that she had woken up, and while she meant to go to the girls' bedroom, she was just too comfortable in Five's arms to move.

But now, she was by herself on the bottom bunk. She had no clue as to where Five, Diego, Klaus or Luther was, nor did they leave any indication as to where either of them could've gone. It was barely even eight in the morning, so where the hell did they need to go?

That worry wasn't too prominent on her mind as she got up. She was more worried about the new crisis of this alternate timeline they somehow tumbled into. Just when she thought they would finally get a break from messes and apocalypses, they stumbled into a new problem.

When she had been in her Void, she had had a lot of time to think (obviously). And to pass the time, she had thought of what she would do if she ever got out—watch a movie, have brunch, go for a bike ride—all things that have not yet been done because she was a bit too preoccupied with other things. If only her Void-self had known what awaited her on the other side. Maybe she would've been less eager to escape.

A knock on the door drew her thoughts away.

She was still wearing her gross, blood-stained uniform, and she was sure the dusting off she did made no difference as she walked to the door.

Five was waiting in front of the door, and what he wore took her by surprise: a white t-shirt, with a plaid button-up on top, and another beige vest on top of that, along with a green plaid fedora and jeans.

"What the hell?"

"What, you don't like it?" he questioned, looking down at his outfit with a small frown.

"No, it's not that," she quickly said, clearing her throat. "You look cute. I mean, the hat's questionable, but I'm just . . . I haven't seen you in normal clothes since . . . ever."

"I got it while you were asleep. Changed in the bathroom and tossed the uniform." He shrugged. "And no need to worry, I got a little something for you, too."

It was then that she noticed the white plastic bag in his hand, which he handed over.

She nodded for him to come inside before walking back towards the bunkbed and placing the bag on the bottom bunk. She pulled out the clothes—jeans, a white t-shirt, and a brown zip-up hoodie.

"Not sure what your taste was, so I went simple." Five shrugged as he sat down beside the bag.

"I like it." She smiled and nodded. "Now, get out so I can change."

"Oh, come on, I think we're past all that." He sighed, clearly not planning to budge as he shifted backwards and leaned back against the wall. "It's not like I haven't seen it all."

"Five," she tsked.

"Fine, fine, I'll cover my eyes, how about that?" He raised his eyebrows, and just to prove his point, he covered his eyes with his hands.

Valerie had a feeling that that was the best she was going to get, so she conceded and stripped herself of her uniform.

She had no doubt that, just like last time, he was peeking through his fingers. And so, she wasn't surprised when she looked over at him, now only in her bra and underwear, and saw that very thing.

"Five!"

"What?"

"Eyes. Closed."

He muttered his complaints, but heeded her command, anyway.