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Waiting outside of Five’s door, you had expected him to be there almost immediately, he was always quick to respond to everything and everyone. But surprisingly, your messages to him were left on delivered and every knock to the door had no response either. So, you did the most logical thing you could do.

Break into his house.

The door was obviously locked, the Fourteen incident had left him slightly paranoid and he always checked whether or not he had locked all of his doors, especially at night. And it was currently 11PM. Weird time for you to be visiting, I know, but trust me it was for good reasons.

After shattering one of his windows like the civilized person you are, you climbed inside to find the place strangely barren. Almost dusty. It felt strange walking around his house without Five nagging at you immediately. You headed straight for the stairs and up to his bedroom, the sound of your own footsteps echoing in your ears.

Aanndd the door to his bedroom was locked.

Fuck, who cares anymore. You punched an entire whole through that goddamn door and frantically looked around. Where the hell was he?!

The bathroom light was on, seeping into the darkness of his room as you crept closer. Your hand twisted at the knob, hesitant yet somehow willing at the same time.

The sight of Five’s limp body on the floor shocked you a little harder than expected, his eyes dull and barely opened. You rushed to assist him, turning his body slightly to the side and checking his pulse. Nothing. His body was cold to the touch. A sigh escaped your lips. How many times would he try this? It never worked. He always came back either way, whether he liked it or not. And with how dusty this place was, it’s likely it had been a few days or more.

Nobody had seemed to notice.