𝑺𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 || FIVE HARGREEVES ||

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~• the eight stages •~

"are you sure schizophrenia is the last stage?"

"hell yeah"

"seems like you're already going through it"

~•~

"but what choice do we got?" five turned to y/n and luther once more, huffing.

"i don't know, you already seem a bit squirrelly if im being honest" luther commented, examining the pacing boy.

"tell me about if" the girl next to him breathed out as she chuckled before exchanging glanced with him once more.

"look-" five practically sprinted towards the two, grabbing their shoulders, y/n could already see him shake from irritation from the itch "im gonna need the two of you to help me get through this alright?- i-" he huffed out a breath again "i need a spotter"

"a spotter?" luther repeated, raising a brow.

"i feel like i've been your spotter ever since season one" y/n joked, the two brothers turned to her, looking at her confused before she muttered a "nothing.." feeling an odd pit in her stomach, wondering why she said that, it's not like our lives is a tv show- but it would be hell of an interesting one.

"-isn't that like a wingman?" luther continued, catching five's and y/n's attention once more.

"in case the paradox psychosis gets too severe" five placed his hands in his school boy short pockets "i need the two of you to help me stay on task alright?" he turned to y/n "so whatever happens, whatever i say" he paused "we need to get that briefcase" there wasn't tears in his eyes nor was he angry but y/n could sense pure desperation in him, she nodded "okay?" five asked for confirmation.

"okay" the two hargreeves that was isolated their whole lives said in union, five began to walk away "what are we supposed to do again?" luther turned to y/n.

"got no clue" she told him with all honesty, seeing five scratch himself because of the itchiness he was feeling made her want to scratch herself for no reason "-so we just watch him? babysit him?" y/n questioned, not really wanting to babysit a 38 year-old in a teenagers body.

"yeah i guess so" luther breathed out before noticing y/n's look that screamed but i don't want to "hey, it will be like our old missions, you know? when they all left and it was just us two?" the ape man reassured.

"that's not reassuring in anyway because we almost died in our last one-" the girl pointed out before getting interrupted by her brother.

"sh- we're not gonna talk about that jeez y/n.. i meant the other ones" he chuckled, messing the girl's hair before she swatted his hand away.

"luther im not a child" she scolded.

"you sure look like one-" their attentions were soon caught by five calling out for them to follow him out, luther turned to his sister one last time "wingman, wing woman?" he smiled at the pubescent female in front of him.

"wingman, wing woman" she repeated, sprinting to follow five but she heard luther mumble '-more like bride' "i heard that" she exclaimed, raising her middle finger to him.

after a long walk, y/n and luther followed five into a bar, they heard bagpipes being played as soon as they entered the building, the smell of beer and other beverages floated in the air along side chatter from the consumers, five looked like a mad man looking for something, noticing this, y/n placed a hand on his shoulder while glaring at him, scolding him for acting weird.