"Till the end of Time" - FIVE HARGREEVES

-Dessert?-

-CHAPTER FOURTEEN-

Music: Kill of the Night - Gin Wigmore

''Care for dessert?'' 

The Handler offered as she puts her glass down on her tray and sets it out of her way.

''Oh, i think i've had plenty.'' Five turned her down while glancing at a flustered Y/n beside him with a sly grin plastered on his clean lips.

Five wiped all the red lipstick from his lips, cheeks and neck off in the bathroom earlier as for his clothes that were now tidied up and straightened out. Y/n fixed her hair and clothes to, as she took the rests of the lipstick out of the corners of her mouth.

''Ah young love. Such an affective and intense thing. You'll never know when it begins or ends.'' The Handler spoke to the two who were sitting infront of her, acting like they weren't late in their 50s. ''But please, indulge me.'' She insisted while pushing the bowl towards them.

Five hesitates but digs his fingers in the bowl and garbs a candy out of it. Y/n eventually did the same. She unwraps the paper from the candy and put it in her mouth. The sweet candy already melting between her teeth leaving a sweet flavor. Y/n groans lightly on how tasteful it is.

Five glances at Y/n as she groans but quickly snaps out of it and pops the candy in his mouth letting the flavor of the candy take place in his mouth. Five tastes the sweet candy and swallows deeply.

Meanwhile the Handler flicks her lighter to light her cigarette and inhales deeply. ''What's that taste like to you?'' She asks letting the smoke leave her throat. 

Five runs his tongue between his teeth one last time to pick up the flavor as he thought. ''The 1950's?'' He guesses. 

''Precisely right!'' The Handler exclaims happily. ''Our clever metaphysics division concocted a way to perfectly distill an entire decade into a single candy.'' 

''Really?'' Y/n puts a sarcastic smile on her face trying to look interested. ''How extraordinary.'' She exclaims wildly. 

Fake.

The Handler sends her a grin. ''This one's modeled after the Fudge Mutt, America's favourite in 1955.''

Five's eyebrows shot up. ''Remarkable.''

''You'll both be happy to know it's the very division that's building your new bodies.'' The Handler informs with a grin as she remembers something. ''Oh that reminds me, i have something for the two of you.''

She presses a button of her microphone. ''Carla?'' 

''Yes?'' Five and Y/n hear the woman so called Carla respond over the intercom. Y/n glances at Five as he glances back at her with a reassuring smile.

''Bring in the boxes please.'' She proposes over the intercom.

''Certainly.'' She accepts and they hear the intercom go off.

Not a second later the door flings open and we hear footsteps approaching. The Handler smirks at the two kids and brings her cigar up in her mouth again. Smoke swirlling up from the cigar. 

The woman Y/n inspected was Carla brings in one of the boxes as an assistant brings in one short after her. The two ladies setting each one infront of Five and Y/n. The Handler targets her eyes on the duo sitting infront of her. Her cigarette swaying between her fingers.

Y/n stands up from her chair eyeing the two boxes that were set infront of her. ''Are you trying to kill us? Is there a secret bomb in there or something?''