'idiot' // five x female reader

nine

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After a few minutes of searching for the right kill, I find the person to assassinate that could have the right outcome. I grab the typewriter, quickly typing who to eliminate and place the piece of paper in a small metal tube. I leave the room as quietly as I can but failed as Maple says, "Oh, leaving? Have you finished?"

I sigh as I respond, "Yes," leaving the room with the metal tube in my hand. I walk through the corridors, finding the tube room where a familiar face appears. "Five."
The indistinguishable small, well-fashioned boy spins. "Y/n."
"Finish your case so soon, eh?" I tease.

"Could say the same about you."
We laugh together silently. It feels good to laugh with someone familiar. "What was your case?"
"Something about a fuel tank and Joseph Späh, You?"
I get a glimpse at your tube and I reply, "About an unexpected rocket to set off."

"Yours sounds way more interesting than mine does."
"I know right. It does."
We gape into each other's eyes, but I make the first move to blink away, leaving Five staring into the wall until he finally starts to come back into reality.

I open up one of the latches to almost have placed my tube down the pipe but a frigid and bony hand places itself down on my upper arm. "I'm afraid that's not the procedure." The annoying whining had returned causing me to bite down on my jaw, stopping myself from hitting her in the face.

I grab the tube out of the latchet and close it. The hand drags me, leaving the latchet and faces me towards the open alleyway. "Y/n, Five. Meet Gloria." I pull the hand of ice away from me, waving towards a face I remember clearly. "Gloria is perhaps the single most vital cog in our machine."

I think I know she is. "Oh!" Gloria waves and chuckles over the Handler as she receives a compliment.
"Gloria, this is number Five and number Eight, y/n."
"We already know each other." Gloria smiles as she comes to give us a small hug. I reach in but the Handler pulls us back.

"You do? How so?" The Handler questions.
Five answers, "We completed most of our cases leading up to meeting Gloria."
The Handler laughs in embarrassment as she abruptly stops and it turns still.

Gloria saves the hushed atmosphere. "Look at the both of you. Deadly little things. Together like always."
The Handler looks down at mine and Five's tube and takes out what we wrote inside of the tube, still gripping at us. She hands over the tube and Gloria takes it.

"So happy we decided to close the contract on your life." Gloria snickers as the gaze fade smoothly as well as the silence that followed Gloria's comment.

The Handler ruffles open Five and my paper and read it out loud. "Oh. Karl Weber. Now tell me, Five, why unfortunate Karl?" The Handler hands Gloria Five's paper and she places it into his tube. I start to phase out of materiality and focus on other things surrounding me and the room.

I look towards the latchets. All the same size, the same colour, same metal. I look towards the ceiling. Lines and lines of continuing poles intertwine between the ceiling and dozens of red alarm lights. I could only presume that they could be used for an emergency anomaly in the timeline. I look at the walls, the arch between Gloria's office and where the pneumatic tubes go down the latches, analysing each crevice from one side to the other.

I blink only to realise that Five was mimicking an explosion. Gloria and the Handler all laugh maniacally and mimic his explosion in amazement. "Now, y/n. Why poor Nick Davis?"
My face changes from complete wonder to seriousness.

"Nick Davis is a doctor. A well-known doctor, skilled in treating the diseased and young kids. He is the only doctor in the faction. One of the kids that Nick treats is Thomas Davis." I look around as the Handler mindlessly listens and Gloria nods along as you explain, "Thomas is the son of Linda Burgess Turner. Linda is the wife of Mark Turner. Mark is the pilot in charge of the rocket about to set off."