power lines / five hargreeves x gn!reader

A stationary road trip

Y/n was woken up in the morning by Five knocking on their desk. He was inside their room already.

They sighed, eyes blinking awake. He was already fully-dressed. "I'll give you ten minutes to be up and in the van outside."

Y/n groaned, pushing themself up, "Morning, Five."

"Do you understand what I'm saying?" He asked, seemingly already slightly frustrated.

"Yes, I do. I was just saying good morning." They sighed, stretching out before pushing themself up to a sitting position. Their body ached, "How are you doing?"

"I don't have time for idle talk. Just be outside and in the van in nine minutes."

Y/n clicked their tongue, begrudgingly swinging their legs over the bed to sit on the edge of it, "Okay. I guess if it's to save the world..."

"You're useless." He muttered, shaking his head.

They exhaled in amusement, grinning as they got up and made their bed, "You're so kind." They moved over to their wardrobe where they pushed aside various uniforms to locate some casual clothes.

Five looked over their shoulder, "Oh, so you do have the uniform."

"Yep. I just don't want to look like I'm in school." Y/n laughed, "I always snuck out to go get my own clothes. You never really saw the point, since Mr. Hargreeves would always make us wear the uniform."

"Yeah, well now I wish I'd done that." He sighed.

Y/n waved a hand as they put some fresh clothing on their bed, "Ah! The sticky note!"

"You have about seven minutes, do you really want to waste that time?" Five asked dryly, not at all interested.

Y/n ignored him, instead grabbing a pencil and moving over to their stack of sticky notes, where they began rubbing the pencil over the surface of a sticky note. It took a few moments before anything became readable.

"Alright. You can read that and stay looking that way while I get dressed." They said, pulling off their pjs when they were sure Five was staring at the sticky note.

Five, if ???? reading this then ?????? ???? I'm already in the fourth stage ???. I'm not myself. I'm ?? sorry. Please stay away for your own safety.

Y/n

Y/n had pulled on about half their clothes by the time Five had finished reading it.

"Fourth stage." Five repeated, "What's that?"

Y/n hummed as they pulled on a top over their underlayer, "Oh, that'll be my Reality Incompatibility."

"That's the sickness that apparently pulled you into another reality, isn't it? Five minutes."

"Correct." Y/n finished dressing and smoothed down their clothes.

"What's the fourth stage?"

Y/n ran a comb through their hair and rested their hand on the door handle, "Hold on. Let me brush my teeth and piss and I'll be right back."

Five sighed, standing in their room slightly impatient, looking around. It was about the same size as his room. There were stars painted onto the ceiling. The desk had books on it, and an old ipod and headphones. He looked around at the walls, with fairy lights strung up and some posters on the walls.

Y/n came back two minutes later, "I'm back."

"How old are you again?" He quizzed as they moved to their mirror to check their general appearance