Five Seconds to Doom (Number Five X Reader)

16 - New Perspective

A/N:  Okay peeps  listen up. The conversation will be different from the original one. The story  will follow the real  timeline  BUT  since you are the variable,  there will be major changes  in the  conversations and probably how each  scene unfolds.  It's important that you  know this because  you're going  to be  a  big  deal  to  these people..

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While the rest of the funeral was finished.  Five was disappointed to find  no  coffee  inside the academy. 

So he decided to take the car and get a decent cup  of  coffee.

"I  feel  like we should  stop  him,  but I  also kinda  want to see what's  going  to happen."

"Isn't it  weird that Five came back  with a wounded girl?" Allison said.

Allison was  the one who always initiate curiosity.

"I'm used to weird, sis." Klaus replied.

While Five was gone, Vanya stayed with you.

She observed for good ten minutes,  just  watching over you.

"You must be Delores..  I  heard Five talk about you  non-stop."

Vanya smiled at you,  "Thanks for keeping Five  company."

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Five entered Griddy's. It was already  evening so it was  natural  that it  was  empty.  The lights were  a bit dim  but Five nonchalantly walked inside the shop.

He was entertained by a man beside him and also had the chance to ask  for directions.

In his hand, he held a prosthetic eye. 

He placed it back inside  his pocket and finally grabbed his long-awaited coffee. He  hasn't slept  at all ever since they  arrived and  now  he's  suffering from a killer headache.

But before he could sip on his cup,  the bell infront of  him  reflected mercenary-looking men entering the shop.

All of their big guns were pointing at Five but he remained resilient.

"That was fast, I thought I'd have more time  before they found me." Five said, sarcastically. But also irritated by the fact  that he hadn't drank a single drop of coffee  at all.

"Ok, let's all be professionals about this, yeah?  On your feet and come with us. They want to talk." One guy said.

"I've got nothing to say." Five replied and rolled his eyes.

"It doesn't have to go this way, do you think I wanna shoot a  kid?  Go home with that on  my conscience?"

Five  chuckled.

"Oh well, I wouldn't worry about that, you're not  going home tonight."

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Five grabbed a knife and sliced his arm. He winced in pain but he kept on going until it was deep enough for his fingers to reach for the tracker that has been in his arm for almost 3 years, hence the bleeding arm when they were recruited by the Handler.

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"Jesus!" Vanya cussed, discovering Five was inside her apartment. He was sitting on a chair beside a table lamp.

"You should've locked on your windows."

Vanya stepped inside and hung her coat and scarf, "I live on the second floor."