Not Even Close || Number Five x Fem!Reader

Chapter 27

At this point, he contemplated on what his first move would be up until he got distracted when he someone quickly closing the curtains. Looking up towards the roof of the building, he saw a camera standing there, pointed on the spot he was standing along with various antennas that surrounded it.

All right what is this guy up to? Five thought as he paced towards the door and jumped in.

He ran up the stairs after he appeared in the middle of it. He fixed his blazer while he walked towards the door that said 'MORTIMER GUSSMAN D. D. S.'.

He looked through the blinds to look for the guy he saw and knocked on the door. The door beside him opened to reveal a scrawny, middle-aged man who looked like he was trapped in paranoia.

"What do you want?" He asked rather alarmed.

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group." Five advertised, "I was curious if—"

He didn't got that chance to finish his sentence when the man shut the door in front of his without a word. Fine, have it your way.

With that, he jumped in once again, giving the man a fright. He shrieked as soon as he saw the boy in the kitchen all of a sudden and grabbed a butter knife from one of his drawers. Five stood there, calmly watching the guy squirm while he pathetically threatened him with a harmless knife.

"How'd you do that?" He stammered.

"Don't really have time to explain." Five answered.

"You from the Pentagon? Huh?" The man interrogated.

The boy forced up a smile, trying not to snap at the man, "Definitely not."

He pushed Five even more, "CIA? FBI. KGB?"

Number Five turned his attention to his dining table, "Is that fresh?" He asked, referring to the pot of coffee that was on the table.

The guy screamed again as he blinked towards the table to pour himself a cup of the dark beverage. The man stood there and watched him take a sip of coffee as he walked off.

Five hummed intriguingly, "This Colombian?"

"It's my own blend."

Number Five darted his eyes on the articles about UFO conspiracy theories that were stuck on the wall. He furrowed his brows as he looked around more to see some equipment and more articles about space. "You ever heard of, uh, Area 51? Roswell?"

The scrawny man started scoffing and chortling like he was out of breath. He clattered he knife he was holding to who knows where out of joy "Hot damn!" He exclaimed, "Whoo! See, I always knew we weren't the only ones.

"See, Eleanor said that my head wasn't screwed on tight, but.. but it's all true, yeah? UFOs, crop circles..."

"Well, the truth is out there." Five grinned.

"No, no, no, no, no. The... The truth, it's.." He walked up to Five as he continued, "right here in front of us." Five started backing up as he got closer, "Tell me, wh..  why is it always an anal probe?" He asked.

"Any closer and I'll melt your brain." Five threatened bluntly.

The guy would be lying if he wasn't intimidated by him, "He needs a little space. Yes. I'll be over here." He said as he stepped back.

"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?" Five asked.

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did." The man chuckled proudly, "Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in.. in the atmosphere. Just waiting."