Till the World Ends // Five x reader

6 Not Manufactured Yet

"Like I said to your son and daughter earlier, any information about the prosthetics we build is strictly confidential." The same doctor we talked to before said, this time we were in his office. "Without the client's consent, I simply can't help you."

    "Well, we can't get consent if you don't give us a name." Five told him.

   "Well, that's not my problem. Sorry. Now, there's really nothing more I can do, so—"

    "And what about my consent?" Klaus spoke up.

   "Excuse me?" The doctor asked confused.

    "Who gave you permission..." Klaus started crying. "...to lay your hands... on my son and daughter?"

   "What?" Five, the doctor and I all said.

    "You heard me."

    "I didn't touch your children." The doctor told him.

    "Oh, really? Well, then how did my son get that swollen lip, then?" Klaus asked. I looked at Klaus confused.

    "He doesn't have a swollen—" the doctor was interrupted when Klaus quickly stood up and punched Five in the lip.

     "And how did my daughter—"

    "Think twice about that." Five threatened him quietly through his teeth. Stopping Klaus from harming me. He understood and just continued.

   "I want it. Name, please. Now." Klaus leaned forward over the desk.

    "You're crazy." The doctor shook.

Klaus chuckled, "You got no idea." He then picked up a snow globe. "'Peace on Earth.' That's so sweet." He smashed it into the head. Klaus groaned and yelled in pain. "GOD, that hurt!" He looked back up shaking a bit, shards of glass falling off, blood ran down his forehead.

The doctor quickly grabbed the phone and frantically started dialing. "I'm calling secur—" Klaus yanked the phone from his hand. "What are you doing?"

Klaus gasped, "There's been an assault... in Mr. Big's office, and we need security, now. Schnell!" He put the phone back down on the receiver. "Now, here's what's gonna happen, Grant."

    "It's... Lance." The doctor stammered.

    "In about 60 seconds, two security guards are gonna burst through that door, and they're gonna see a whole lot of blood, and they're gonna wonder, 'What the hell happened?' And we're gonna tell them that you..." He brought back the crying. "...beat the shit out of us." He gave a dramatic sob before sighing. "You're gonna do great in prison, Grant. Trust me, I've been there. Little piece of chicken like you. Oh, my God, you're gonna get passed around like a... You're just— You're gonna do great. That's all I'm saying."

   "Jesus, you are a real sick bastard." Lance's voice shook.

  "Thank you." Klaus spit out a shard of glass.

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Lance flipped through the files with shaking hands pulling out one.

    "Oh, that's strange."

    "What?" Five asked.

    "Uh, the eye. It hasn't been purchased by a client yet." Lance read over the file.

    "What? What do you mean?" Klaus asked.

    "Well, uh, our logs say that the eye with that serial number... This can't be right. It hasn't even been manufactured yet. Where did you get that eye?" Lance looked up at us.

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     "Well, this is not good." Five says as we leave the building.

"I was pretty good, though right? 'Yeah. What about my consent, bitch?'" Klaus chuckled.

     "Klaus, it doesn't matter." I tell him.

    "What? What? What's the big deal with this eye, anyway?" He asked.

   "There is someone out there who's going to lose an eye in the next seven days. They're gonna bring about the end of life on this Earth as we know it." Five tells him as we start to walk past.

   "Yeah, can I get that 20 bucks, like, now, or what?"

    "Your 20 bucks?" I ask.

    "Yeah, my 20 bucks."

    "The apocalypse is coming, and all you can think about is getting high?" Five questions stepping closer.

   "Well, I'm also quite hungry. Tummy's a-rumblin'." He imitates a growing stomach.

    "You're useless." Five muttered, "You're all useless! Except for (Y/n)."

    "Oh, come on. You need to lighten up, old man." Klaus tells him as Five goes and sits down on the steps. "Hey, you know, I've just now realized why you're so uptight. You must be horny as hell!" He came to sit beside Five. I snort out a laugh at that. "All those years in the apocalypse. It's gotta screw with your head, only have (Y/n). Did she not want to do it, or..."

    "Klaus, it isn't your business to know what we've done." I say sitting beside Five. "But I can say, your theory is definitely wrong."

   "Oh, you two." Klaus smiled.

   "Klaus, we've been together for over 30 years." Five told him.

   "Thirty years? Oh, wow!" He chuckled. "God, the longest I've been with someone was... I don't know, three weeks. And that's only because I was so tired of looking for a place to sleep." As Klaus spoke I felt Five take my hand before Blinking away. And appearing in the back of a taxi.

"Don't stop. Just keep going." Five told the driver.

We drove past where Klaus was sitting waving out the window.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, what about my money?" Klaus shouted after us.

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  "What are we doing here?" I asked Five as we walked over to a department store, it was closed for the night. He took my hand and Blinked us inside.

    "I just need to think, and this was the first place that made me feel hope when I was stuck in the apocalypse alone."

"Where I found you. And where you proposed." I say, I remember, the joy I felt when I saw him again. And how happy I was when he got on one knee, both so hard to put into words.
He clicked on his flashlight and we walked through the rows of clothes to where there was a mannequin display.

"(Y/n), I could never, express what I felt when I saw you standing here, all those years ago, I still can't." He says. I smile and stand in front of him. "I didn't think you were real at first, but you were. And now I just feel stuck."

   "Five, we'll figure it out, I mean, we have too..." I trailed off. I sensed something was off, we weren't alone anymore. I pause trying to figure out what it was... it was behind me. As I was turning my head Five yelled.

    "NO!"