"Try me, Five." I snapped at the idiotic excuse of a human. He smirked and put both hands in his pockets, leaning forwards.
"Oh, how I would love to try you."
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FEMALE READER!!!
no dirty deed cause he is in the body of a 13 yr old (16 in my s...
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(Y/n Hargreeves)
I watched as Five started to furiously write on a piece of paper. He still had not told me what the hell he was going to do with it.
"So... what's up with the paper?" I asked again. He sighed before finishing his letter and putting it in an envelope.
"I'm telling Hazel and Cha-Cha that we have their briefcase." Five informed me as he started walking out of his room. My face contorted to one of confusion as I followed him.
"Okay, I know I'm a tad oblivious, but I thought we don't have their briefcase." I said as I caught up with Five. He takes very long strides.
"We don't. But they don't know that." He winked at me.
"They're gonna know when they come and we don't give them their briefcase! Five, we're gonna get killed." I cried out. He turned to me and rolled his eyes.
"From what I recall, I'm the one who worked at the commission. Not you. So calm yourself." He scolded me as he sent the letter. How he knows where they are, I have no idea.
We ended up in his bedroom and I laid on my back on his bed. Delores was in my arms and I hugged her gently.
"Oh! Okay, I think I've got something, Delores." Five said as he stopped writing with chalk on his poor walls. I glared up at him even though he was still turned around.
"I'm still here, old man." I spat. He looked down at me with a death stare.
"Don't call me old man." He ordered. I rolled my eyes and stared back up at his popcorn ceiling that I wanted to run my hand across.
"As I was saying... it's tenuous, but promising." Five finished his sentence as I heard footsteps.
"Who you talking to?" Luther asked as he walked in. He then saw me on the bed.
"Oh." He simply said. "What is all this?" He questioned as he took in the writing of numbers on the walls.
"That's a good question." I sighed as Five loves to keep me in the dark, wondering what the hell is going on.
"It's a probability map."
"Probability of what?" Luther asked as I was wondering the exact same thing. I saw Five's face show slight irritation as his brother was interrupting his fun math work.
"Of whose death could save the world. I've narrowed it down to four." Five replied as I focused on the sound of chalk writing on the walls. It was quite soothing.
