Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

AMIDST THE PARTY, Viktor parked his truck in front of the venue after a long drive from Nova Scotia. He eventually hopped out the vehicle after contemplating if he should just walk in or just retreat for what felt like forever. His present for Grace at hand as he started trudging his way to the entrance.

"Viktor."

Until someone suddenly called him from behind. He turned to the direction of the holler to see a middle aged man walking up to him with an awkward smile. "Who are you?" Asked Viktor.

But the bald man was too nervous to respond to that question, "I need you to get in the van." He only hoped that Viktor would follow his orders when he asked nicely. It was a strategy he inspired from his first victim, who he miserably failed to keep hostage.

The way he just straightforwardly asked him to get in his vehicle was strange enough. Viktor thought it was another one of the old man's tactics to come and talk to him. "If my father has something to say to me, he can come say it himself." Viktor deadpanned.

Unbeknownst to him, the stranger's intentions were far from involving their father. "Please." He sighed, "I don't wanna hurt you."

"I'd like to see you try." Viktor glowered.

"I just... I really need you to get in that van."

Before Viktor could fight back, the pressure on his neck had his muscles spasming him out cold.

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Meanwhile, Grace's birthday carried on even after Allison's awkward entrance. Everyone welcomed her to stay and watch Grace knock over her piñata before she can blow the candles of her cake.

On the other hand, Five watched them silently as Diego spun his daughter. All while his thoughts were hanging onto his talk with Klaus about their memory dreams earlier. He wanted to pick up where they left off. To tell him about an encounter he had with a girl during the day while he crossed the road.

He never was one to dwell on every person he runs into. Moreover get frustrated to only get a glimpse of them, but there was something about her that felt familiar. He couldn't help but let his eyes follow her until she disappeared through the distance.

If his and Klaus' conversation wasn't cut short, he'd have told him about it, because he was certain that her voice was similar to the way the girl in his dreams spoke to him. But seeing as they're already gathered around to cheer on for the birthday girl, their conversation had been potentially forgotten.

It was all fun and games by then, despite how the piñata was suspiciously hard to open even when Grace aggressively smashed it with her stick numerous times. "Wow, they really can't break that thing, huh?" Luther commented as one of Grace's friends stepped up for his turn.

"East side piñatas are notorious for their difficulty." Due to this, Diego's suspicions of Lila keeping something from him grew. This wasn't even supposed to be an East side piñata. But wherever Lila went, it was evident that she went for convenience instead of quality.

Because as minutes flew by, unlike the West side piñata Diego was expecting, the piñata Lila bought was still hanging in one piece. Even the adults were growing confused of how tough it was to break. They wondered if it was even kid-friendly.

"Screw this. I'm starving. Out of the way, kid!"

And so, Luther decided to give the kid a little help by wrestling the piñata in question. "I'll hit you, son of a bitch." He sneered at the inanimate object.

Everyone watched him appallingly while he started throwing punches across he piñata's face. His siblings were wincing at the sight, knowing that he was starting to scare the children.