★ | in which, one out of the eight that were adopted by billionaire industrialist reginald hargreeves was the full package of the other seven. the eighth named y/n likes to disconnect herself from the world, including those seven but unexpectedly s...
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🎧 teenagers . my chemical romance
"sorry about earlier. i was just...i thought i was back at the apocalypse." five uttered, breaking the silence. it was already nighttime, and luther just left them when five disagreed. y/n wanted to come with them for some reason but she was still worried about five.
"oh, it's okay..." she muttered. five gave her a look as he pointed at her head, "i heard your head hitting something at the back, you okay?" she then lay a hand on the top of her head, she completely forgot that happened but he remembered it, making her smile a bit, "mhm, yeah."
as silence overwhelmed them again five suddenly spoke, "you know, you don't have to tell me that. i know there are only six days left." her eyebrows furrowed in confusion as she realized he was talking to delores making her just sit there awkwardly.
"yeah, you got a better idea?"
okay, maybe it was the right decision to come with luther earlier and stop being a total third wheel between whatever the two of them have, 'psh, friends.' y/n was snapped in her thoughts as lance, got out of the building with a back in hand.
"there's our guy."
y/n looked at where he was looking, seeing lance approach a car that just come talking to someone and exchanging the bag with some kind of paper keeping it.
"what the hell is he up to?"
like in a normal suspicious suspect in a book scene, the car left, and he walked as if nothing happened. as y/n turned to look at five, "stay here." he spatial jumped to follow him making y/n stay at the car making her look at delores, "thirty years, huh? you guys are a thing? eh?"
"oh god, what am i doing?" she asked to herself in disbelief before spatial jumped outside to follow five.
y/n was in the backseat while five were front passenger seat pressing the knife on lance's neck, "one chance. that's all you've got. one chance to tell me exactly what's going on in that lab."
y/n was reading a book while five threatened the poor guy. before they got there, y/n and five argued but y/n won (she always does) making five just agree with her coming with him.
"i...i manufacture prosthetic devices for fake patients. i bill the insurance companies and then sell them for cash on the black market."
"including eyeballs?"
"yeah, they're my biggest seller. i...i mean, they sell like hotcakes. i-i've got a list, a waiting list, probably twenty buyers."
y/n closed her book as she leaned closer to them, five asking, "so, the serial number i told you..."
