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They all looked at her bewildered as she spoke.

"He never liked to be called Marcel; said it was too professional," she explained. "He's more powerful and stronger than all of us, and now . . . he's a Sparrow." She paused. "I don't understand how he got here. I seriously don't know—my brain's fried, but I'm trying to figure it out."

Luther sighed. "Did we really know him?"

Y/n nodded. "Yeah. You and him were good friends, Luther. Mainly because you both would care about me like you were my mom. You two would always make sure I actually slept at night, I ate, and everything."

She looked over to Diego. "Diego, you and him were good friends but didn't talk a lot. You would throw knives and he'd hit them with his electricity and a piercing ringing sound would continuously fill the room."

"Allison," The said girl looked up to her. "you and him wouldn't talk often, but usually when we'd play games—you two were unbeatable. You guys were the unstoppable duo and we all knew it."

Y/n turned her gaze over to the boy who sat next to her on the right. "Five, you and him were very competitive against each other all the time. But, whenever we would have to pick teams to go against others, you both would choose each other because you knew you both were unstoppable." Five chuckled as he heard the words. "There was this one time where you spacial jumped and he shot his electricity at you, and once the two powers connected, it formed a huge electric force field or something like that. It was so cool." Y/n chuckled.

"He and Ben were good friends because they were both afraid of something inside of them. Afraid that it could hurt people, kill them. Which is why if he wasn't talking to me about his problems, he went to Ben."

She skimmed toward Vanya who tinkered with her fingers. "Vanya, he'd always try and bring you out of your shell." Vanya glanced up and delivered a small smile. "You were a tough one to crack, but that didn't stop him. If it wasn't me or Five who tried to talk to you, best believe it was Mace."

"What about—" Klaus blurted, then ran quiet. " . . . What about me?" he looked toward Y/n who began to smile.

"You two were best friends. You both would do pranks whenever Ben didn't want to. You would always . . . bring the best out of him, I'd say. Well—other than me, if anyone could make him smile—it was you." she chuckled.

"His powers included electricity with mental abilities. Control of electricity like using it to shoot lighting, conjure them into the sky, or electrocute anyone. And with his mental abilities, he could take over your mind—put you in his control. Take you over."

"How could he do that?" questioned Luther.

"He could take any form of metal and stick it to any part of your body. If he stuck it close to your head, or near your brain, he could even manipulate you to use your power. Like how it did to me, sticking one to my neck . . . so that I showed you three your fears." She went silent for a moment. "You became his . . . puppet; substitute of words."

"What else?" Five leaned forward: he was quite intrigued.

"He also has power manipulation."

Allison scrunched her eyebrows. "What? Like how Lila had?"

Y/n shook her head. "No, that's power replication. I'm talking about manipulation."

"What do you mean?" Luther gave a confused look.

"Let's say this for short: Luther he could change your strength from one-hundred to zero just like that," she snapped her fingers as she spoke, "and could keep it off for as long as he wants to. That's why I think my powers are weak at the moment. But it maybe could've been from it getting into my head."

"When will you get it back?" Diego pondered.

She shrugged. "Few hours. Maybe tomorrow at best. But, if so," she looked around at everyone. "he could take all of our powers at most or even turn them up to their maximum. Though we would have to make contact with him, so that's all the hard work. So don't touch him. Lastly . . . he has his I.D."

The group became disconnected for a beat.

"I'm sorry." Allison stood up. "His what?"

"His I.D. His internal demon as we called it. It's—It's terrifying."

Klaus then questioned, "What do you mean?"

She took a breath, shivering from its image. "It would visit him in his dreams as something nice. But then, it would turn into nightmares; wake him up at night," she explained. "Started when he was eight. I would go into his room, and show him happy memories for him to fall asleep—but he'd always end up waking up because of his I.D."

"Did he ever tell us about this . . . demon thingy?" Klaus became curious.

"A few months after, yes. He told us how it wanted him to let it have control. It would beg him to take possession of his body, but Mace would never allow it. But that night . . . I guess he was tired of it. So, he let it in."

Stillness developed among the group.

"What happened?" Five crossed his arms.

"I woke up to hearing something fall in his room. I instantly got up and left mine and went straight to his. I knocked on the door and called his name, but I didn't hear a response. So, I went in. When I walked in, his comforter was on the ground, and there was a huge, long scratch that spread across his wall. His dresser was on the ground; things on top of it were broken, so that included glass from picture frames and a snow globe I got for a birthday."

Her memory flashed to the room she saw and the broken snow globe she saw on the ground. Glittered water was on the ground and a small figure was near the glass.

"That's when I noticed the black stride leading from his comforter to the corner of his room. That's when I noticed Mace." She began to fiddle with her fingers as she remembered the state her brother was in.

"He was curdled up in a ball, muttering something under his breath—and I'm sure it wasn't English, but it sounded different. I called out his name and he stood up, turned around and his eyes were black. Pitch black."

Her vision flashed with the cold, black eyes and she shook her head quickly to get rid of the image.

"He was breathing heavily and there was sweat dripping down his face. I asked if he was okay, but the words didn't even get to finish coming out of my mouth as he then lunged at me. He brought me to the ground and his right hand went straight for my throat. I tried to force him off of me, but he was too strong."

She remembered how her twin stared down at her with a cold look, and kept her down with no remorse.

"I looked to the right to see him lift up his left hand. But . . . it wasn't a hand with fingers, it was like talons or knives. Sharp knives. He was about to kill me. But, thank goodness for Diego going to the bathroom at two in the morning and hearing everything because he busted into the room and forced Mace off of me."

Diego patted his chest as if he were proud to save the day and Y/n took notice of that and chuckled.

"His commotion drove everyone else in and Luther was able to knock him out with a punch to the face. Not even a few seconds later, Reginald came in and dragged him off somewhere. I don't know where because I had passed out when he left the room. I work up in the infirmary and Mace didn't come back until a few days later." She looked down.

"He said he didn't remember anything that happened, but apologized deeply. Though the day he got back, he lost two friends: Diego and Allison." Y/n looked towards the two. "You guys didn't trust him anymore after. You thought if you were friends, you'd be an easy target."

The two looked down and Y/n continued, "The next time this happened was at dinner when he tried to stab Reginald. Luther stopped him once more, but also he lost a friend that day, too. Which was Luther."

Luther looked down in shame. Though he couldn't remember, he felt bad. It wasn't really Mace's fault.

"On our ninth birthday, while we were starting cake—lighting the candle and blowing out our number, his I.D took control again and tried to stab Mom. He lost both Ben and Vanya that day. They both kept their distance and Mace didn't have anyone else to talk about his I.D with except me."

Vanya peered down and thought the same as Luther.

"I mean, he was fine. He still had Klaus, Five, and I. At least he wasn't alone or anything. But then . . . the incident happened."

"What incident?" Diego asked.

Y/n was trying to say the words, but she couldn't. "Um . . . " she thought of a stand-in. "We woke up one morning and he was gone," she spat out.

Five scrunched his eyebrows. He didn't really believe her with how she was acting while explaining the occurrences.

"I walked into his room to say good morning and I opened the door to a storage room. Boxes everywhere. I asked you all where he was, and you looked at me like I was crazy. You said that imagined this whole thing." She scoffed.

"So, I checked with Hagreeves, and I asked him, "Where is my brother?" and he told me he was gone. I thought this whole time he was dead. I thought that Hargreeves killed my brother. So . . . I mean, here we are now." She held out her hands. "I knew there was a chance that he had to be alive. I don't believe it myself."

"Well, it could be another timeline version of him like Ben—" Allison tried to cut in, but Y/n shook her head.

"No, no—it's him. He has the necklace." She pulled the necklace from under her top. "It's the exact same one he gave me, but in blue. He gave it to me a few nights before he disappeared. There's no other way he could've gotten it. It has to be him.

"Do you guys believe me? Do you believe that what I'm saying is true, that he really was in the academy with us?"

She was desperate for answers; anything of that matter.

Luther huffed. "Well . . . I mean—" he stuttered. "Are you sure?"

"I am sure," Y/n answered confidently. "I—I know a necklace is just a stupid similarity, but it—" she sighed. "It's got to be him. I don't know how he got here, or anything, but he can't be dead. The night after I found out, I searched minds around the area, along with others—and there was no evidence or proof of him being dead."

"And how can you be so sure?" Allison piped up. "Did you read Hargreevees' mind?"

She stuttered, "Well—it's—it's not the easiest thing to do, Allison. Not everyone can have their way by just saying four words."

"Well, if you're his sister—twin, I'll put it—why didn't you show us the memories you had with him while we were younger?" Allison jabbed forward.

"Because if I did—" she stopped herself. "Hargreeves told me that if I gave you any information or tell you who he was, I'd regret it and there would be consequences."

"Doesn't look like you regret it now, do you? And I don't see any consequences." Allison lifted an eyebrow.

"Because I already went through them, Allison! I know what they are! Hargreeves is a cruel, evil man. Do you think I don't know that? I was being persistent, and annoying for a week going up to him and asking him where he was. Where Mace was. And he ignored me." She pointed a finger to her chest.

"I thought he was a liar. Trying to trick me into his stupid game. Trying to make me fear him. I threatened once to tell you all the truth, and he didn't like that. I went to sleep that night in my bed and woke up in a chair. My arms were strapped down, my legs were strapped down, and my body was strapped in."

Her hands began to sweat as the image filled her mind.

"I was in a room filled with nothing, and in front of me was a glass window. On the other side stood Hargreeves and a lever. There was a loud mic feedback noise then I heard his voice."

Y/n's memory faded back to the occurrence.

"Number Eight." Her younger self made eye contact with the man. "Restate your question that you've been asking time and time again."

"Why?" she shivered from the cold air that breezed past her.

"You are going to deal with the consequences of your actions. Now, give me what I demand."

She sighed. "Where's my brother?"

As soon as she finished the question, a shock ran through her body. She let out a loud groan as it hit her harshly and suddenly but soon stopped after a few seconds.

"Ask again," he demanded.

She hesitated.

He saw this. "Hesitation will only bring failure. Ask me again."

"Where's my brother?"

Shock.

"Again, Number Eight."

"Where's my brother?"

Shock.

"Again."

Her teeth pierced her lip as she held in a yell from the pain. "Where's my brother?"

Shock.

"Again."

Y/n had tears now forming, begging them to not run down her face. She looked up at him with a cold look and an explicit face and with a shuddered breath, she let out the word, "No."

"Oh, really?" he lifted an eyebrow. "Then we'll crank it up for more fun." She heard the sound of the machine powering up more and began to shake in fear. "Let's try with thirty more percent of power, shall we?"

Shock.

Y/n let out a loud scream as the power surged inside her body, almost making her numb. Her limbs felt as if they were on fire and she felt as if she were to die.

"Ask me the question and I will keep it at this level. Failure to do so will result in acceleration of the level with an added controlled shock." Y/n let out a cry as she gripped tightly onto the chair. "Now . . . we'll start this again."

"I was in there for over an hour or two I think." Y/n faded the disaster out of her mind. "He cranked it up twice more after when I stopped talking, but stopped after a few more controlled shocks. After—however long it was, I gave up. I gave him what he wanted."

"And what was that?" interrogated Five from beside her.

"The final stage of grief: acceptance."

Her brain went back to where she was back in the chair gasping for air and tears were straying down her face.

"Have you come to a conclusion yet, Number Eight? Or do you need another shock?"

She shook her head.

"Good." Reginald took his hand off the lever. "Now answer me this: where is your brother?"

" . . . dead," she answered in a bare whisper.

"Louder, Number Eight!" he banged on the metal before him.

"He's dead!" she yelled as she cried. "He's dead. Mace is dead."

Hagreeves began to nod. "Good. You've learned your lesson."

The image faded as she sighed and blinked her eyes to get rid of the tears that began to form. "I was only ten. Ten years old when he did that. But, he didn't care. He never cared about us." She looked around at the six others that sat with her. "Mace is our only shot at beating the Sparrows. If I could just find a way to get into his head and pull Mace out then we could get our house back."

She huffed and rested her back against the table part and slouched a bit. "Do you guys believe me now?" she quizzed them all.

Five nodded. "I do." She smiled at him.

"Even if it is true, is there a way you can get him back?" Allison questioned. "Mace, as you said. Not his I.D."

Y/n paused. "Well, there could be, but I need some time."

"Well, I mean—" Klaus began. "If I get my friend back, I'm all for believing you. Let's add to the party! Woop, Woop!" he began to cheer and Y/n snickered while rolling her eyes.

"What about you Mrs. JFK?" Y/n looked over to Diego.

"Yeah, sure. There's a lot of stuff going around in this world, and you being a twin doesn't even scratch the surface." he chuckled.

"What about you Vanya?"

"Yeah. I mean—for family. I believe you." she smiled.

"Luther?" Diego called out.

"Uh—" he came out of his daze. "—yeah. I mean—it's all good to me. But, whenever you figure out the way to get him back, go ahead and tell us. We could be of use."

Y/n nodded and looked towards the last person. "Allison?"

Allison gave a moment of quietness. "Yeah, alright."

Y/n gave a small smile to them on the outside, but on the inside, she was cheering. "Did not think that was going to work."

Diego sighed and stood up. "Look, we've gotta get out outta here. We can't stay here for however long we plan on staying. Let's walk around and figure it out."

The others groaned as they stood up and followed Diego, but Y/n stayed back and leaned down to lay her left side on the bench. She let out a loud breath before turning on her back and looked toward the sky.

They really did it.

They really stopped everything.

No more apocalypses, no nothing.

She could relax.

She began to watch the clouds move through the air until someone came into her line of view. "Really?"

Five sighed. "As much as I know we both would like to just lounge around and do nothing—we've gotta find somewhere to do such things as lounging around and doing nothing." He gave a grin.

Y/n groaned as she flopped her arms around. "But I'm so lazy, and everything hurts."

Five rolled his eyes and grabbed her hand and yanked her onto her feet. He placed his right arm around her waist and his left hand on her left wrist and wrapped it around his neck. "See? Easy as pie. Now, let's go."

The two began to walk together—mainly Five doing the work—and began to catch up with the group. "Hey, Y/n—" Five called to her, and he earned a 'hmm' in response. "Earlier you called Mace an it. What did you mean by that?"

"Yeah, I've been wondering that too," Diego added as he heard Five speak.

She looked towards the two and began to respond, "When his I.D is in control, we call Mace it instead of him. That way it's easier to know who's who if that makes sense. When Mace has control over his body, Mace is a he. But when his I.D is possessing him—"

"You make it known that you know it's in there," Five finished.

She nodded. "Exactly."

By this time the conversation ended, Y/n laid her head on Five's shoulder and started to daze off as another discussion brewed among the siblings.

"What are we doing?" Allison asked as she put her hands out.

"Ruminating," Five said calmly as he looked at her.

"Is she okay?" Vanya moved over and looked at Y/n.

"Yeah, just drained like all of us." Vanya nodded.

"Why is everyone staring at us?" Klaus wondered as a couple on the nearby stairs gave them weird looks.

"Because we look like the damn Village People just lost a fight. Gimme that," Diego answered as he then snatched Klaus's hat.

"Hey." Klaus lunged forward to grab it, but Diego smacked his hand away. "Ow!"

"You know what? I need to go find Claire," announced Allison.

"Hey, cut it out," Five told the two adults who were acting like children.

"I will catch up with you guys later." Allison began to walk away.

"Hey, Allison, no." Vanya caught up with her. "First, let's get somewhere safe, clean up those cuts, and then we'll go find her."

"Man," Luther looked at a billboard with the Sparrows' face on it. "I hate those guys. Look at 'em with their . . . stupid smug—"

"You can do it. You can do it," Klaus cheered him on.

" . . . s—s—smug . . . smugness." Luther let out the final word and Y/n lifted her head for a quick moment.

"Luther, sit down and shut up with your useless insults. Good lord." She placed her head back onto Five's shoulder and nuzzled into his neck.

"Hey, be nice for once. Luther just got his ass kicked. He needs it." Five looked to the right.

"Yeah," she looked up to him and continued, "well, I needed a princess DVD player when I was twelve, and did I get it? No." Five chuckled at her comment and they began walking again.

"But honestly, what are we doing? We can't stand here bleeding out in this park," Allison stated the obvious.

"I don't know, but we better gear up fast before they come for round two," declared Diego.

Vanya looked toward him. "What makes you think they'll come after us?"

"Because I would." Diego glanced toward her.

"Yeah, I mean we did break into their house . . . " Klaus started.

"—Our house," Allison corrected.

"—bust up all their nice antiques and shit."

"Yeah. I don't think the crime-fighting—" Luther motioned back to the billboard. "—super nerds are gonna let that go."

"Let's just think of someplace off the radar where we can lie low and not draw attention." Five moved forward as Y/n picked her head back up.

"What kind of a weird-ass place are we not gonna draw attention?" asked Diego aloud. Klaus began to spin in place and the attention was drawn to him.

Did he have a plan?

"Hey, teacups—" Y/n called out to him, and Klaus stopped spinning and looked her way. "You have a place?"

Klaus thought to himself before beginning to open his mouth and say one word: "Obsidian."

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The seven walked towards the Hotel Obsidian that Klaus mentioned quite suspiciously. They watched their surroundings closely as they moved towards the entrance which was a pair of sliding doors.

"Oh. Okay. Honestly?" Allison complained as they all got in at the same time.

"Okay—no, thank you—" Y/n blurted as they all started to make thudding noises one by one as the doors moved on and on.

"We don't all need to be squeezed—" Allison tried to say as they all pushed through and made it to the other side.

"There were two entrances, by the way," spoke Five as he finally got out of the contraption and moved into the center of the hotel.

Klaus held his arms out and sighed. "Oh, Hotel Obsidian. I missed you, you slutty old dame." Y/n scrunched her eyebrows as she heard him speak. Klaus then began to move his arms in a circular motion, gesturing from him and to the hotel. "Absorb her. Absorb her into your bosom."

"Yeah, I ain't doin' that—" Y/n looked around to see a bar, leading staircases, elevators, and a check-in desk.

"You know, 'cause back in her heyday, she played host to world leaders." Klaus then began to name a few: "Roosevelt, Gandhi, Stalin, Gorbachev, Castro, King Olaf of Norway, one of the Kim Jongs, Tito, Dalai Lama, Elvis, and not one but two Kardashians, allegedly." He held up two fingers.

"Ooh. I hope one was Kourtney. I like her because she's such a mood, and also Khloe because she's funny as hell," Y/n spoke to herself as she heard the well-known last name.

As a phone rang in the distance, Klaus continued, "Wouldn't that—Where you going?" He looked at Allison who was beginning to walk off.

"I gotta make a call," she said quickly and moved around to find a phone.

"Nowadays, she's just a flophouse, a party house for those of us not looking to be judged by society's rules and norms." he smiled.

"You mean, a place to hide?" Luther requested in other words.

"Exactly! It's perfect! And the best part of it is, she's gonna look after us, no questions asked. Never ever. Right? Come on." Klaus moved towards the reception desk.

"I may have questions," Diego communicated with Luther who stood to his right.

"Yeah, me too," agreed Luther as they both began to follow Klaus' lead.

"This place is weird." Vanya peered her glance around at the many people staring at them, but she went along with it anyway.

As they reached the desk, Klaus rang the bell harshly and then gasped as he saw someone. "Chet! Mon frère! It's so great to see you. I'd like my usual suite, por favor."

The man moved forward and gave a skeptical look. "I've never seen you before." Chet stood beside his dog who sat near the front desk which Y/n noticed and moved close to it.

"Aww." She scrunched up her nose. "Aren't you the cutest, most adorable little thing ever. You're the most handsome man I've ever seen."

Five looked at her perplexed. "Excuse you?"

She looked at him. "I didn't stutter." She went back to petting the dog.

"See? Told you. Discreet." Klaus looked to his siblings as Chet still looked at him disconnected.

The dog began to whimper as Luther and Diego moved over to touch him and Chet noticed this. "Please stop scaring my dog." Diego and Luther retracted their hands and Y/n soon did as well.

"We need some rooms, please," Vanya requested from behind the two boys.

"Super. And how—" he pulled out a sign from below him that read, 'Cash Up Front' and continued by saying, "—will we be paying today?"

"Ah," Klaus let out.

"Oh." Everyone looked at each other.

"Fine. Empty your pockets," Luther instructed and everyone searched their pockets for something. "Come on. Something. Anything."

They all put their hands forward and everyone had something of the following: Klaus had condoms, Luther had nothing, Diego held out a knife, Vanya had mints like a grandmother (literally screaming. that's so cute), Five pulled out . . . something—nobody knows what it was, and Y/n was still digging in her pocket.

"Cоndоm?" He looked at Klaus. "Put the knife away!" He smacked Diego's hand down.

"Can't exchange those for cash," Klaus mentioned as he put his condoms away.

"Why do I have a hairnet?" Luther pulled it out of his jacket pocket. Turns out he did has something. "Y/n, hurry up!" Luther rushed.

"Sorry." Her hand was deep in her front pants pocket. "Not my fault that woman pants have such small ass pockets." She pulled out the item and put it forward.

"Really?" They all looked at her to see a Du Pont Cellophane baby paper ad in her hand.

"Why the hell do you have that?" Diego asked her.

She shrugged. "I seriously have no clue." She commenced inspecting the paper as Five looked over her shoulder and everyone put their items back in their pockets.

*search up the image for a clearer context ;)*

"Oh." Luther sighs. "All right." Luther took off his watch.

"Ooh." Klaus looked at it in awe.

"What does this get us?" He handed the watch to Chet and he picked up a miniature eye hand-held microscope and began to inspect it. Once he was finished, he placed the microscope down and moved behind him to the keys.

By the time he reached the wall, Allison joined Y/n and Vanya's side to see Y/n stuffing the paper into her back pocket. Chet grabbed two keys off the wall and everyone breathed out in relief.

"Two rooms." He placed the keys down on the counter. "Mazel tov."

"Awesome." Klaus moved forward and grabbed one and so did Allison.

"All right," stated Allison as she turned toward the six. "Well, let's 7th Heaven this bitch."

They all began to walk through the hotel lobby and towards the elevator, but the bar caught Five's eyesight for a moment. "Uh, meet back in the bar in two hours so we can make a plan."

"I have a plan," Diego zoomed to the top of the stairs to declare to his siblings. "We attack the Sparrows, and we take back our house, and then we punch Dad a bit until he admits that we're better and he loves us more." Everyone began to move past him, not really caring what he had to say. "Boom! Done! We're wasting time!"

"Relax. Don't sweat it, man." Klaus put a hand on his shoulder. "Those shit birds are staying put for a while. I bet they're as wiped as we are." Klaus walked toward the open elevator that they were all now piling into.

"Really?" inquired Diego.

"Yeah. I mean, kicking our asses looked exhausting." Klaus leaned his head on the side of the elevator as he spoke confidently.

Boy, was he wrong.

"Diego, come on," Allison called out to him. "We're all tired, and we all need to rest; so get your ass into the elevator, or we'll make you take the stairs."

Diego rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath.

"What was that?" Allison lifted an eyebrow.

"Nothin', nothin'." He shook his head. Luther pressed the button and they started to move upwards.

As Y/n was on the right side near the wall, she leaned her head against it and closed her eyes. Under her eyelids, her irises turned f/c as she began to search people's minds, jumping from person to person until she could make it to where she was near the academy. She jumped from someone in the lobby to someone driving by in a taxi. Next, she moved from the woman in the taxi to a person walking their dog on the street the car went by.

This was called mind skipping. It's when Y/n moves from one mind to another using her telepathy. It better use if she has full energy, so she could move faster, but at the moment—she going at a slow pace.

As she did this, Luther looked to the right to see her with her eyes closed and a bit of blood coming from her nose. "Y/n—" he shook her and she gasped shortly. "You know you can't do that right now. Especially with your powers drained."

She wiped the bit of blood from her nose and snuffled. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

"I'm serious." He gave her a stern look. "It'll make your head hurt then you won't be able to try for a while. Just wait till you're not short on power." The elevator dinged two floors below theirs and the door waited a bit to open.

"If it's someone annoying, I'm going to take the stairs." Allison put her head down and the doors opened.

Y/n looked toward the person who walked in and recognized her instantly. "Oh, hey Amanda."

The young girl smiled at her and placed her small black headphones off her ears and around her neck as she noticed her. "Oh, hey. What are you guys doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Y/n retaliated.

"I asked you first." Amanda rocked back and forth on her feet as she pressed the level three floors above where the Umbrellas were going.

"Touché. We need a place to stay while we're here and Klaus suggested this on." Y/n pointed to the man who stood beside Amanda and he gave her a finger wave. "Now, answer mine: what are you doing here?"

"I work here," said the girl. "And live here. My mom works here, too. And lives here, too. It's part of her job that if she was able to work and live here, she'd get double the pay."

Y/n nodded as she comprehended the values. "Makes sense. I'd do anything for more money."

Amanda chuckled as the elevator dinged and the seven of them piled out. "Have a nice stay!"

"Thanks. You too . . . I guess," Y/n replied as Amanda put back on her headphones and listened to her music once more as the doors closed.

"How do you know her?" Five glanced toward her.

Y/n looked at him. "Saw her in the park. She's actually the girl who told me where you all were and she just happened to work here."

"Okay, we'll divide and conquer. Vanya, Y/n, you're with me. Boys, you know the drill," Allison declared as she moved down the hallway and to the door the key was made for. Once she found the room, she put the key in the hole and turned it, now opening the door.

"Don't forget: bar in two hours," Five reminded them as they all nodded.

"Okay," Y/n answered verbally. "I'll be there whenever my nap is finished." She quickly got into the room.

"No—" The door closed in his face. "That could take days." he sighed. "Whatever." He turned to his room with the boys and the Umbrellas began to settle in.