The 'Toy' ~ Umbrella Academy (Five x reader)

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Y/n Pov

Luther and Old Five walk ahead of us and up nearby stairs. Me and other Five waking behind them follow. Five out of nowhere starts yelling at someone nearby.

Five: What are you looking at? See something funny?

I put my hand on his shoulder and tell him to breathe. He instead yells at another person.

Five: Mind your business! Or I'll give you something to stare at.

I shake my head and sigh.

Five: You wish you could pull off these shorts!

Y/n: You're becoming paranoid Five. Stop yelling at everyone.

I keep watching the two men ahead of us. Five has stopped yelling finally. Old Five walks ahead and Luther stays behind. Me and Five catch up with him.

Luther: Hey, guys. How you doing?

Five: He's gonna kill me, isn't he?

We walk down a set of stairs.

Luther scoffs and laughs.

Luther: What? What, him? He's gonna kill you?

He laughs again.

Luther: Yeah, right. That's ridiculous.

I scoff at Luther and look at Five.

Y/n: I was right. Suspicions have been confirmed. You know, you're a terrible liar, Luther. You're a worse liar than you were a helper.

Luther: Okay, whose fault is that? What good is having a spotter if you won't even listen to him?

Five: So you admit you're conspiring against me?

Luther: Do... Do you admit you're suffering from paradox psychosis?

Five: All I'm suffering from is bracing clarity about you and your murderous intentions.

Luther: Look, it's not like he's gonna "Kill you" kill you. He just wants to kill a, um... version of you.

Y/n: like that's any fucking better Luther. But he is that version of him.

We reach ground and I start getting closer to Luther getting increasingly angrier.

Luther: Hey, I don't love it, either, but he's actually got a pretty good plan.

Five: What? The one where you guys off me and then jump to 2019 to save the world.

Luther: Yeah, wait, how did you know that?

Five: Because I'm him, and that is exactly what I would do if I were trying to kill me!

Luther: Okay, all I know is we've got one five too many, and you're the one acting like a maniac.

Five: Maniac? Luther, you have seen nothing. If you want a maniac, I will show you a maniac.

Five speeds up, Luther and I follow.

Luther: Okay, as your spotter. I think the best thing I can do for you right now is put you out of your misery.

I scoff.

Y/n: If you don't shut the fuck up I'm about to put you out of your misery. You're a horrible spotter Luther you don't get to pick what's best for him now. Since I'm the only one out of the three of us right now that has more than 5 fucking braincells I make the calls. Got it?

I get so angry I start shaking.

Y/n: Fucking moron.

I whisper. I start walking again before I decide I'm going to beat the ever loving hell out of Luther in public, in broad daylight. I remind myself it is a bad idea.