𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙘𝙝é | 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨

IX. deadly little things

we found out about what happened to klaus.

although he was a prick,

i still loved him.

i sat there quietly as five yelled at him.

"where's the briefcase?" i suddenly asked, causing five and klaus to look at me.

"well i um... i broke it." klaus looked down sheepishly.

"yOU WHAT?" 

five was outraged as he yelled.

i felt horrible and had no other ideas on how to make him stop yelling at pour klaus.

so i used my powers to pick him up.

five stopped yelling.

"really eight? you had to do this?"

"only thing i could think of."

i sat him down.

"YOU HAVE ANOTHER POWER?"

"oh... yeah."

i stood up.

"five let's go we have work to do."

five stood up and followed me out of the room.

we went to luther, he helped us make a plan.

"i'll protect you both."

"protect?  we don't know what other powers she could have!"

five pointed to me.

"still. i'm protecting you both."

five sighed and gave in.

once everything with the plan leading up to the exchange happened.

we got in the car, i drove.

we started the exchange 

when the handler showed up.

"ah, my two favorite killers!"

"nice disguises." she added

"we didn't plan on them."

we made a deal with her.

five and i had desks right next to each other.

the woman in front of five kept trying to speak to us.

i wanted to stab her.

badly.

but i knew i couldn't, it would put us in more danger.

at lunch five stole one of her folders.

we went to the bathroom, we both looked at the files when he handler walked in.

i quickly teleported to the next stall and locked the door.

"hello, eight and five!" 

she went on and on, about how she's on a liquid diet because she burned something in her mouth.

then she got us to come to lunch with her.

five and i sat in her office. 

she gave us candy, which tasted like the 1950s.

she then went on to show us her weapon collection.

we then went back to our desks.

i didn't say a word to five.

five looked at me.

"got any messages you need to send?"

i nodded slightly.

"then let's go."

he grabbed my hand and we walked to the place together.

right when we put them in the containers,

the handler was there.

"gloria handles those."

she quickly read the notes out loud, pleased.

"oh! gloria you've heard about five and eight, right?"

"oh why yes!" the old woman smiled at us.

after a brief moment of silence "deadly little things." is all she said 

before taking our notes and putting them in the containers and down the tubes.

hours later, we came back. 

we knocked gloria out.

the handler came in after we sent our notes.

the handler found gloria.

and tried to stop five and i.

we ended up blowing the place up.

getting a briefcase and leaving.

restarting that shitty day.

from where they all talked about the end of the world.