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

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝕆𝕟𝕖

That was harsh.

Whatever, she has a right to know.

Allison then took over and seemed to never stop talking. She basically went over the whole thing while y/n just stood there and nodded in agreement occasionally. Sometimes she would say: "Yeah, that's right."

"I just don't know what to do!" Vanya sobbed in frustration, sitting on the couch.

Y/n nodded but glanced at Allison. They shared a knowing look, begging one another to say it.

"I understand now.." Allison murmured, looking at her hands.

Vanya looked up at her in curiosity.

"When we were four, dad told us you were sick, and had to he isolated." Number Three explained, "We were so young . . None of us knew to question it. But then, he asked me to do something that I never understood until now." She then looked at Number Eight, "I'm sure you remember."

Y/n nodded and looked away, "I do."

Oh no. Oh no. Please let me out, I wanna leave.

Vanya sat up straight, waiting for an answer. Allison sighed and looked at her other sister, who gave a nod to say she had to say it.

"He made me an accomplice." Allison felt guilt surge through her blood. She couldn't even bring herself to look at Vanya. The shame that hung in the air was obvious.

"You did this to me?" Number Seven snapped, standing up.

"I didn't . . I didn't realize." Number Three sputtered.

"You knew this whole time, that I had powers!?" She looked at y/n in a way that could've put her six feet under if looks could kill.

"No, never." Y/n snapped, "We never understood until we came, until we saw it. With our own eyes."

Vanya's eyes darted to Allison, who was also standing now, "Now it makes sense. This is why you never wanted me around."

"What?" Allison asked, "No!" She defended.

"You couldn't risk me threatening your place in the house, your-your dominance!" Vanya snarled, "You couldn't handle the fact that dad might find me special."

"Vanya, you are special with or without these powers!" Y/n had her eyes stinging, "You know that, I told you all the time. I made sure you knew how much you meant to me."

"I don't mean anything to you!" Vanya shouted, "You left me alone for seventeen years. Now, all you do is run off with Five."

"I'm trying to save the world!" Y/n defended, "You're the one running off with your boyfriend, who happens to be a cerial killer."

Yes, don't let her get to you.

"Shut up!" Vanya yelled, "You only care about yourself! You hung out with me like I was some sort of charity! But the real reason was to hide that you had played some part in ruining my life. You only stuck around to cover your tracks."

"We didn't know what we were doing back then!" Y/n shouted, "You think I would've kept it a secret if I had known!?"

Vanya paused and looked her dead in the eye with a straight face, "You know what, Number Eight? You're dead to me."

She did not just say that.

Y/n's face immediately fell, and she stared back dumbstruck. Those words cut deeper than any knife could've. Vanya didnt mean that.. did she? The look in her eye proved she did. They were full of hate and despair. The tears poured from y/n's eyes and she moved beside Allison. Begging her to take over by clutching her arm.