𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘 ☂︎ 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐠𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬

CHAPTER 4 ☂︎ HE'S FUCKING DUMB

"Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?" Five asked, looking at the pictures up on the board. Y/n looking a couple feet behind him.

"Of course," Elliott answered, holding a bowl of cereal, "can't exactly drop that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere." He spoke as Y/n turned around, snatching the bowl and spoon away from him.
 
Taking a bite of the cereal, she sat down on the couch as Five turned around, "I didn't see a dark room."

Elliott was still thinking about how she stole his cereal, but looked at Five, "Um, yeah, I converted the hallway closet." He pointed toward the direction of the closet as feedback started squealing from the machine next to him. He turned a knob as Five marked out the date on the film.

Five stepped closer to the man, who was still messing with the radio, "Can you develop this?" He handed the film to Elliott.

"Huh, 'Frankel Footage.' Friends of yours?" Elliott questioned, motioning to Five.

"Cousins on my robot mother's side. Can you do it or not?" Five said, Y'n's face turning solemnly. She had remembered about Grace. How kind she was to Y/n even though she was not part of the strange family. How Grace just stood there instead of leaving the building.

"Sure I can."

"How long?" Five asked, Elliott turning away from him to walk towards the kitchen.

"Well, I mean, I'm running low on acetic acid. Beeker's Camera is open today, but it's two miles away. I mean, I'd have to take the bus. On the other hand, Gibson's is only ten blocks away, but I gotta cut through the park, and there's an over breed of pigeons." Elliott listed possibilities while Y/n stood up, walking closer to the man who didn't notice her.

"Well, do something ." She declared, scaring Elliott. "Take the damn bus or fucking walk and get what we need, because we are running out of time." Y/n scowled, pushing the empty bowl into his chest.

"It'll take like five–five or six hours." Elliott uttered quickly, swallowing the lump in his throat.

The man over the radio was heard, "Attention all unit, we have a code 3-15 at the Holbrook Sanitarium."

"The hell is a 3-15?" Five asked, turning his head away from the radio to look at Elliott.

"Mm," Elliott hummed, "fugitives on the run."

Five walked over to the radio, leaning down to listen to it, "Twenty-five patients still at large." Y/n walked over, standing next to Five, who turned the volume up, "Many are armed and dangerous."

Y/n and Five both sighed, whispering, "Oh, Diego." She rubbed her temples.

"Who's Diego?" Elliott questioned as Y/n pushed him away from her.

"Imagine Batman, then aim lower." Five answered, motioning with his hand. The radio chattered as Five walked away, "You get started on that film." He grabbed Y/n's arm, pulling her along with him, "We'll be back as soon as we can."

~

Five and Y/n spatial jumped into the back of Diego and some girl's stolen vehicle, the two of them not noticing that they were in the back.

"Because he's an idiot." Five said as Y/n said, "Because he's fucking dumb." Both saying the different phrases at the same time, making the girl jump.

"Who the hell are you two?" The girl turned around, looking at both of them. Y/n hated her already. She had a bad feeling about her.

"Hi," Five waved, smiling, "I'm his loving brother and this is his loving something." Five motioned to Y/n.

"I'm not loving anything." Y/n said, crossing her arms, looking around at all of them.

"Who left me to rot in the nuthouse." Diego finally turned around, looking at his brother and Y/n.

"To protect you from yourself." Five clenched his teeth, breathing out.

"That's quite sweet." The lady spoke in her English accent.

"Okay," Diego nodded, "all of you, out."

"Lose the crazy lady and come with us." Five motioned his head to Y/n, "We have important business."

"I am not going anywhere with you guys." Diego told him, not looking at anything in particular, but the floor.

Five rubbed his hands as he looked out the window at the officer. Y/n knew what he was going to do. He looked at Diego, "Okay, fine." He leaned over Y/n, yelling out, "Officer!"

"Hey!" Diego exclaimed, leaning over the seat, grabbing Five's arm. "What are you doing?"

"Just the normal thing." Y/n leaned back in the seat, crossing her legs.

Five started, "I hear there's a reward out for you two."

"He's bluffing." The lady said as the two boys stared at each other.

"He's not." Diego and Y/n spoke. Diego whispered, "Fine. I'll go with you two." He looked at Y/n and then back at Five.

"What about me?" The crazy lady asked, making them all look over at her. She tilted her head down, smiling just a smidge.

Y/n sent a electrical charge to the lady, just enough to make her pass out. The two boys looked at Y/n in question. Y/n shrugged her shoulders, "What?"

"Is she dead?" Diego asked, poking her.

"No, I made pass out. Now, let's drop her off back at the hospital." Y/n declared.

"Let's just put her somewhere, where nobody will find her." Diego moved the lady to the other seat as he got in the drivers seat. They ended up putting her behind a dumpster.

Y/n got in the passengers seat next to Diego, asking the man, "Why didn't we turn her in?"

"She was an okay friend. I'm not going to do that." Diego answered as he drove away. Five was taking a small nap in the backseat.

"I'm a fucking great friend." Y/n smiled, lightly punching his arm.

"Sure." Diego smiled back, then asked for directions to the place.

The whole way back, the word 'friend' repeated in Y/n's head. She wondered why. Why did it bother her? Y/n thought, "I'm the one who said it, why do I care?"