𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗜𝗦 𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗘| ꜰ. ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ (rewrite)

7| ᴄʜᴀ ᴄʜᴀ ꜱʟɪᴅᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴀᴢᴇʟɴᴜᴛ

Instead of taking you both straight back to the Academy, Five gave the taxi driver an address and soon you found yourself stranded in the middle of an empty parking lot. The sun was starting to set behind the cloudy skies, and it strangely smelled of diesel oil as you stood there almost shivering from the cold.

You kept quiet and followed him across the parking spaces to the front of a department store. As much as you had a sneaking suspicion this was a waste of time, you fought back any urge to complain. After all, you had no idea where you were which meant Five was your only way home.

"What are we doing?" You asked as you approached the clearly locked doors of the store.

Five didn't respond instead just grabbing your hand and blinking you both inside. You stumbled and doubled over gasping again.

"You little bitch," you groaned, standing up and glaring at Five.

"Calling yourself a bitch isn't very self-loving, you know?" Five muttered as he walked away. "Then again, with that ego of yours you might just need some self-humbling."

You were left at the entrance of the store, annoyance coming off you in waves as you looked around. The overhead lights were cut off, leaving the Knock Off Ross' dark and maybe just a little creepy. With how never-ending the store looked you decided to rush after Five.

It's not like a trained assassin was creeped out by a clothes store of all places. You just thought you would help Five so the both of you could get back to the Academy as soon as possible.

You managed to catch up with him just as he was entering the women's sections.

"Please tell me you didn't drag me here for some perverted little teenage boy activities," you shuddered as you past the lingerie.

"I'm looking for something," he replied back, distantly.

And then he paused in the middle of the aisle, you thought he was going to turn around and finally acknowledge your pervert insult. But Five instead seemed transfixed by something further ahead.

You walked over, following his line of sight to see three female mannequins atop a pedestal. Like every regular person, your first reaction is to look at the clothes because why else would someone look at a mannequin?

"The next part of the plan doesn't involve crossdressing. . .does it?" You whispered, a little concerned, but mostly sarcastic. "Those outfits are really tacky. Obviously, your ugly face wouldn't be able to pull them off. But I don't even think prime Adriana Lima can."

It's as if simply seeing the mannequins and their clothes have put Five in an entirely different world of his own. You didn't exist to him in that moment as he walked up to the middle mannequin with a smile of his face.

"Delores," he gently whispered.

The conversations where he had mentioned his apocalypse companion came back to you in full force. This was the girl he had survived with for thirty years?? A mannequin from Knock Off Ross.

You were well aware just from your own experiences how the apocalypse could mess with someone's mind. You had lost it pretty bad at one point, but having a whole relationship with an inanimate object?

Five had gone crazy crazy.

And if that realization didn't have you convinced Five Hargreeves was insane, the way he began to talk to the thing sure did.

"It's good to see you," Five greeted.

You didn't know if you should laugh or run away screaming. You knew he was insane, but this was another level.