𝙳𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝙳𝚘𝚕𝚕 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝. ||Five x reader||

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕚𝕩

"Your determination is exactly why the commission want to offer you a new position, in management." The Handler offered.

"What?" Five blinked.

Y/n's eyes widened, surely Five wouldnt take it. . . . . . Right?

"Come back and work with us, it's where you belong." The Handler insisted.

"It didn't exactly work out so good last time." Five recalled.

"You wouldn't correction this time, you'd be in home office! You get the best benefits and you wont have to endlessly travel anymore!" The Handler persisted.

Five found it kind of funny how desperate she is.

Y/n however, did not find anything funny at the moment. She nervously tapped her foot on the ground and was caught up in her mind prison again. She heard that voice in the back of her head again.

Shes gonna try to kill him.

She wants to do more tests on you.

The Handler looked Number Five up and down, "You're a distinguished professional . . . . In school boy shorts."

"We can reverse that by the way. We do have the tech." The woman reminded, obviously trying to bribe The Boy.

Y/n scoffed loudly.

"And what's in it for her?" Five asked, cocking his head in Number Eights direction.

"Nothing." The Handler shrugged.

Five then shrugged one shoulder and pretended he was gonna walk away.

"Fine. She can come too." The handler smiled, "Everyone will be so pleased to see you." 

The Boy turned his head to looked at
y/n, who gave a sad smile. Five could see the nervousness and fear in her eyes.

Y/n shook her head indicating she was fine. Five then turned back to the Handler.

"I'll pass on the reversing of my age." Five said, he didnt want y/n to go through it alone. And by 'it' he means the age reduction. Five knew she suffered with alot already.

"But you cant be happy like this." The handler inquired, gently pushing the gun Five still had in his hand to the side.

"I'm not looking for happy." Five snapped.

"We're all looking for happy." The handler implied.

The back of her hand slid down the side of fives face, resting on his jaw for a few seconds.

Y/n's blood boiled. The mind prison was getting violent again, playing scenarios of different ways to murder the Handler.

"We can make that happen. We can make you . . . Yourself again." The woman concluded.

Five looked around at his frozen family.  And then at y/n. She looked at him for a quick second before turning her head away in disgust. Five sighed and knew it was the only way.

"And what about my family?" Five put the gun away.

"What about them?" The Handler asked.

"I want them to survive."

The handler looked around, "All of them?"

"Yes," Five hissed, "All of them."

The Handler reached into her pocket and pulled out a large pair of black sunglasses. She put them on and then sighed, "I'll see what I can do."