˚✧˳ ❝ Or what..? You're gonna kill me? ❞ Five scoffs. His fingers were wrapped around my wrist as every footstep forward he took only tightens his grip. His face inched closer, as if mocking me and my petrified threat.
My heart dropped. The devilis...
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❝ I'm betting Dad's whole bank account that's Diego ❞
✧ THE FRANKEL FOOTAGE ✧
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(Y/N) HARGREEVES
"ELLIOT, DID YOU develop these photos yourself?" Five questioned with the fresh raspy morning voice. He woke me up and dragged me to this dude's place. It's literally 7 in the morning.
"Of course. Can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere." Elliot informed as he scooped his spoon into his bowl of cereal. He isn't exactly the sweetest guy out there, but he's an innocuous man who fantasizes about UFOs and conspiracy theories. When he saw me come here, it's like he saw a ghost.
Still weirded out that he had all these photographs of us just hanging on his wall. Just a normal Tuesday for him, I guess.
"I didn't see a dark room." Five added as he reached out for a pen to scribble down on the date of the footage.
"Yeah, I converted the hallway closet," Elliot answered as he adjusted the feedback.
Five saw me, tight-lipped from the photo area. I haven't said a word ever since we arrived. "Hey, you good?" He approached me.
My eyes were still shutting on their own and my mouth feels so dry, didn't even give me the chance to go and fix myself. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"I hate when you open your mouth but you've become less talkative." He murmured, passing his coffee.
"It's literally 7 in the morning, my guy," I muttered as my fingers wrapped around the mug. Took a sip before realizing that Five already had his mouth on the lip, but whatever I'm too tired to freak out.
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"Can you develop this?" Five questioned, handing him the yellow box. "Huh. "Frankel Footage." Friends of yours?" Elliot asked, retrieving it.
"Cousins on my robot mother's side. Can you do it or not?" Five answered. "Sure I can."
