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Imagine trying to get Five to sleep.
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You looked up from your book as Five continued to write on his walls and mumbled incoherently. "Five, um, maybe you should-"
"Y/N, I forgot you were here," Five stated, looking at you. He jumped down from his bed. "Can you get me some coffee?"
"Five, I think you need to get some sleep," you stated, marking your book and approaching Five.
"I don't need sleep," Five said. "Because my dear-" Five gripped your shoulders, a slightly crazed look in his eyes. "Sleep is like Satan."
"Then baby I think you need more time with Satan," you said, grabbing Five's wrists and pulling his hands away from you.
"I don't need sleep," Five repeated. "I need answers!" He walked back to the bed and continued writing on the walls. "And coffee."
You sighed before walking out of his room and down into the kitchen. You grabbed a large frying pan, looking it over before nodding. You then walked back into Five's room.
"Did you-" Five began before you hit him with the frying pan, knocking him out.
"That'll hurt when he wakes up," you said to yourself, before putting the covers over Five's small body.
