𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 [Five x Reader]

Number Six

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Ice Cold Pool - Wallows
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"What? To go where?" Allison asked, standing up from sitting in the stairs and [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] also slowly stood up. "Sissy's farm. Something's wrong with Harlan, and I need to help him." She sighed. "Vanya, we need to stick together, okay? Now more than ever." Luther said. "That's why I'm telling you this. Whatever's going on with Harlan, I think I might've caused it." She mumbled. "How?" Diego whispered.

"...He drowned, and, uh, somehow I was able to bring him back to life. And now it's like we're connected." She shuffled around. "Wh-what does that even mean?" Diego asked. "I don't know. I can't explain, but...I know that he needs my help. And I need your help, too." She sighed. We stared at her with pity and confusion. "I'm scared. And for the first time in my life, I don't wanna do it alone. I want my family and friends by my side." She pleaded.

We all stayed quiet and I turned away slowly. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] was fiddling with her fingers and staring down at her lap. "Look, I'm sorry. We have other priorities right now." Diego whispered to her. "Diego's right. For once. We need to make our stand here and now." I sighed. "Okay...I guess I'll see you when I see you." She mumbled sadly and went out the back door. [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] muttered and heaved herself up, following Vanya, Klaus also following.

Of course, if [𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎] was going, so was I. But not before tucking Richie safely in his enclosure which included entering her room. It was nice and mostly organized. I think she organized it today because it couldn't have possibly been this clean all the time. There was a bookshelf filled with vinyl discs, cassette tapes and a desk next to it with a sketchbook. A record player which had a cassette player right next to it.

There was a boombox next to the desk and a couple Fender Mustang Basses hung up on the wall, an amp with a Digital Display pedal, and drums in the corner of her room. The only reason I know all this is because I read the labels on the products. I'm guessing she's into the music industry. I furrowed my brows, contemplating whether or not I should open her sketchbook.

I sighed, knowing it's a complete invasion of privacy but reached for the notebook anyway. "Five! C'mon, let's go!" Luther yelled from outside the bedroom door. I flinched and nearly let go of Richie's enclosure. "Hold on, Hong Kong!" I yelled and grabbed a shit ton of her pre-readied hay, fruits, and vegetable capsules for Richie before walking out her bedroom door...but not before snatching the sketchbook and stuffing under my sweater. "Alright, let's go." I huffed, fixing my sprayer and blazer with my unoccupied hand.

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"So, so, so..." Klaus started getting in the car next to me. "Ben, huh? Gone forever. Isn't he?" He sighed. "He traded his life for mine...while he saved the world in the process." Vanya muttered. "Pfft, show-off." Klaus mumbled. "But did he...say anything about...me?" He asked. Vanya nodded. "He wanted to tell you that he was too scared to go into the light. It wasn't you that made him stay." She shrugged.

"Oh, that little shit-heel..." Klaus chuckled and scoffed softly. "All these years, and I thought it was my fault that he didn't take his ticket to heaven." Klaus laughed and then sighed. "Look, I'm sorry, but you two should get out, 'cause I need to-" "Oh, no. We're coming with. We can't let you face the unknown alone, right?" I smiled and nudged Klaus. The backdoors opened and Diego and Allison entered. "Got room for two more?" Allison sighed