goldman's detective agency / Five Hargreeves x gn!reader

Discovery

‟𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 / 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 / 𝙞𝙛 𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 / 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤?„
not running away, the beths

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You awoke, body sweaty and confused. You weren't entirely sure of the series of events you had just experienced, but you remembered them very vividly. You could still faintly feel the pain in your back.

Wait.

Sitting up, you noticed that Five was still asleep in his bed. As quietly as you could, you hurriedly left his room and ran into your own. You moved over to the mirror, pulling up your shirt and showing you back to it, craning your neck to get a good look.

Had that large scar that spanned the length of your lower back always been there?

You bit your lip, pulling the shirt back down after a few moments of staring at the scar in shock. Concerning. Incredibly so. Especially since it seemed to further the validity of your dreams, including the late Reginald Hargreeves' words.

But not your focus for now. You rushed over to your drawer to dig out your notebook. Today was the day you enlisted Five's help with preventing the apocalypse.

The notebook was gone. The drawer was completely empty, spare for a thin piece of card with an eleven-digit number printed on it. You picked it up cautiously, turning the card over in your hands. Nothing but the number.

In alarm, you moved over to your wardrobe, where all of your calculated predictions and scribbles for various butterfly and domino effects had been stored. Gone too. It was all gone. The same eleven-digit number had been scratched into the back of your wardrobe, though this wasn't something you had noticed.

Five awoke approximately two minutes after you did. When he glanced over to see your bed empty is when he properly woke up, immediately alarmed and springing out of bed. Surely he would have heard if anything had happened- or at least heard you leave if you were safe?

He spacial jumped into your bedroom first, letting out both a sigh of annoyance and relief to find you standing in the middle of your room, staring in disbelief at a piece of card.

"Some warning would be nice, before you disappear next time." He muttered, crossing his arms, "You've got an assassin after you, remember?" The thought of asking you why exactly you had decided to leave, or what exactly you were doing standing in the middle of your room, holding a piece of card in shock did not cross Five's mind.

Your voice was quiet when you responded, "When you went into my room last night, did you notice anything off?"

This gave him pause. He took a singular step towards you and stared at you, a frown beginning to form on his face as he spoke very slowly, "What happened?"

"My notebook is gone." You were still staring blankly at the piece of card in your shaking hand, "My notebook where I wrote down all of the visions of the future I had. My notebook where I planned out how to stop the apocalypse."

Five chose to not yet mention his encounter with your window last night, not yet. Instead, he swore under his breath and continued staring unblinkingly at you, "And what about the papers you had all over your room yesterday?"

"Gone too." Your voice was hollow, "I hid them at the back of my wardrobe. All of them, gone. Those had all the calculations of the possible butterfly and domino effects based on my actions."