𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 [Five x Reader]

Number Five

Kitchen Fork - Jack Conte
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The briefcase made a sound of activation and hummed. "Shit." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] mumbled. "Goddamn it." I growled and grabbed the briefcase, throwing it in the air. It warped away and we sighed. "We were that close...that close." I sighed. "Now what?" Luther mumbled. "Now, nothing Luther! Make your peace with God." I smiled wryly and paced around. "What? What about Allison and Vanya?" He asked. "Screw them both. They should've been here." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] sighed.

"What about Diego? He's quite the responsible young man, no?" Klaus groaned and slowly got up from the ground. "Ah, so the zombie speaks." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] eyed him while sitting on the ground, leaning against the brick wall. I kicked the dumpster and grunted. "Something must've happened to them." Luther mumbled. "Screw Diego, alright?! Screw everybody! I was better off on my own in the apocalypse!" I growled.

[𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] frowned and stood up, stuffing her hands in her pockets. "Five! Come on!" Luther muttered. "Y'know what Luther? It's every sibling for himself now! How 'bout that?" I cheered sarcastically and grabbed [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] leading her to the back door. I waltzed in and slammed the door shut. "Hey! Five, doomsday is still coming. We gotta think of a new plan." Luther raced after us. We kept walking up the stairs and growled. "Don't you get it, Luther? It's over alright? Omae wa mou Shinderiu! We're already dead!" I shrieked.

"Then where are you going?" He asked. "I'm going to do the unthinkable." I finally turned around to look at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" He almost whined. "I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this." I grumbled and sighed. "Come to what, Five?" They both asked again. I entered the apartment and locked the door to [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎]'s office while Luther repeated my name.

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"Five?" Luther called out and spluttered, getting off the couch. I searched through the fridge and chugged half of [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎]'s water bottle. "Five?" Luther called out again. "Five, what-you okay...?" Luther scrunched up his face at the sight of me chugging water. "I'm gonna need to be hydrated." I sighed and placed the bottle back in the fridge. "Hydrated...?" Luther mumbled. I put baby powder under my arms and Luther grew even more confused.

"What's with the baby powder?" He asked. I put some powder in my pants and wiped it off my sweater. "It'll help with the itchin'!" [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] exclaimed and put the baby powder up. "What itching? There's itching? What the hell did you guys do?" Luther's face morphed into realization. "You do have a plan!" He gasped. She went into her room. I jumped up and exhaled sharply, a bit of baby power flying about.

"Well, it's a desperation move, but..." She moved to the living room and shrugged, throwing the arms of her sweater around and placing Richie, who she got from her room, on the coffee table. "Since your braindead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline, he's got no choice." She sighed. "No choice about what?" He asked. "I have to find myself." I stated. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] flipped her pocket watch open and back closed.

"He just arrived in Dallas 15 minutes ago." She exasperatingly sighed and continued slipping on her sweater. "Should I be worried about you?" Luther asked. "Luther, if you recall, I was sent to 1963 on a job by the Commission," I made a straining noise from stretching. "To make sure the president was assassinated." I sighed and stood up, shaking myself off. "Oh! So, wait, you're old self is out there." Luther exclaimed.

"Precisely." [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] smiled and twisted her head around, popping her neck twice before slipping chopped carrots and lettuce in her pocket. "What, just walking around Dallas?" He asked. "Hey. Walking around in Dallas with a briefcase that can get you home." She added and chugged some RedBull and then threw the empty can on the ground. "Oh, My God. You guys are geniuses." He gasped.