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

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪 𝔽𝕠𝕦𝕣

After taking the medicine, y/n didn't move an inch. She just wanted it to kick in so she could sleep for ten minutes. Only ten.

Back downstairs, Five stared off into space for a few seconds before asking Klaus a question. "Hey, did dad say anything about the apocalypse when you talked to him?" He asked, "Any clues as to how it happens?"

Number Four hummed, "No, no clues." He remarked, "Truly terrific shave. But, no clues."

Five sighed, "Jeez." He walked downstairs, pondering on the thought even more.

Klaus followed him, "You know, come of think of it, he did mention something about my potential. And how I've barely scratched-"

Five turned around, "Did he say anything about the apocalypse?"

"I don't know, but listen." Number Four admitted, "This whole jumping through time of yours, how did. . . How did you know how to do that?"

"I didn't." Five replied, "You'd realise that if you were actually sober."

The Boy wasn't convinced Klaus had quit. But, he acted like he did for y/n's sake. He walked away from Klaus, only to be stopped by him talking again.

"Hey, I am sober." He defended, "I've been sober for two . . Almost two days now."

"Yeah, two days." Five echoed with sarcasm, toying with the glass eye he was holding.

"It feels like 45 years." Klaus exhaled.

"Are you kidding, Klaus?" Five snapped, "I've seen you fidgeting all day."

Klaus looked around before answering, "Well, looks like we're both fighting our addictions then."

Five was getting irritated, "I'm not an addict."

"Yeah, you are." Klaus shot back, "You're addicted to a drug called the apocalypse."

"You're wrong." Five snarled. But deep down, he knew his brother was right. He wouldn't admit though, ever.

"First sign, denial." Klaus exclaimed.

The Boy teleprted infront of his bother, fuming with rage. "You and I, we're not the same." He seethed.

Klaus chuckled in amusement, "I've seen that look in the eye of someone who doesn't know who they are without their high anymore." He informed, "Trust me, you just gotta let it go."

Five stared back at Klaus in sheer anger. How dare he say they were the same? How dare he accuse him of being an addict? The apocalypse wasn't a drug, it was a world wide problem that was about to cause death upon billions of people.

The pair stared back into each others eyes. Klaus, with amusement. Five, with rage. The Boy couldn't take it anymore. He threw his glass eye against the wall, causing it to smash into many pieces. He then proceeded to storm off.

Klaus shrugged, "Figuratively, but yeah, that works too." He fidgeted with his hands. "One day at a time."

XXX

Y/n groaned and opened her eyes. She stretched and groggily rubbed her temples. She did manage to fall asleep. For more than ten minutes though.

The Asprin she took left her head to be no longer pounding. Her bones and muscles didn't scream in as much pain as they did before. She sleepily stood up and sinched her tie before looking in her mirror.

She still had a black eye, and the cut on her cheek was starting to scar. The marks around her neck were healed, and left white scars. She rolled up her sleeve and saw someone had wrapped new bandages around her word carved forearm, that still hurt if she touched it.