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Fuck it. Just fuck it.
He got up, reaching under his bed and taking out the case that held his gun. He unlocked it, hefting the gun into his hand. He was done being a problem. Done not having anyone. Done not having anything.
He flicked the safety off, cocking it and putting it under his chin.
He took a breath. Painless, painless.
He took another breath.
A bang was heard throughout the academy.
Diego froze. What the fuck-? Where did that come from? Who-
Nobody was here right now except for Five.
FUCK. FIVE.
He leapt up and sprinted through the mansion, up the stairs and slammed open the door to his little brother's room. He gagged. Oh, god.
Brain matter and blood was spattered on the wall behind Five and he was sprawled on his bed, head gorey and hand loosely around the handle of a gun.
"Five-" he gagged again. This couldn't be happening.
The world glitched out, blue hued, and he thought he was passing out, but... He was at the table again, downstairs?
"Wha- what the fuck?" He muttered, eyes wide in disbelief. He was still holding the knife he was sharpening two minutes ago... What was going on? He got up, running to the stairs again.
Another bang.
"WHAT THE FUCK." He said, really freaked out. His ears hurt.
"FIVE!" He screamed, running up the stairs. Curse his past self, why did he stop doing cardio?
He kicked open the door once more, collapsing on his knees when he saw his brother slumped on his bed again, this time the blood sprayed to the left of him. Shot himself through the temple this time.
"Fucking hell, Five," he whimpered.
He tried to stumble to his feet, but the world glitched out AGAIN.
Back at the fucking table.
"Bruh." He said, throwing the knife and running for the stairs. Maybe he could get there in time.
He was getting nauseous. Excessively. He got to the top of the stairs before he heard, it, louder this time.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT." He wailed, legs almost giving out at the noise. He pressed on, opening the door.
"Five.."
-
Ben was going absolutely fucking nuts, and Klaus was exhausted.
"I'M TELLING YOU, KLAUS, HE KEEPS POPPING UP, AND THEN DISAPPEARING. I SWEAR!" Ben yelled, gesturing to his side wildly.
"For the last fucking time, dude, I would be able to see him if he-"
Five appeared, transparent like Ben.
"What the fuck?" Five asked flatly, probing the hole in his temple.
"ARE YOU DEAD OR NOT?" Ben screamed hysterically, yanking his hair.
"Ben?" Five said in shock, and the world glitched out and he disappeared, for the fifth time in a row.
"GOD FUCKING DAMMIT!" Ben said, grinding his teeth.
"I think you're losing it, dude." Klaus said, taking a puff of his blunt.
Ben scowled at him.
-
He had to try. He was exhausted.
As he was puking from all the over exertion, he threw his knife behind his back and forced it through the walls, aiming in his mind for the gun in Five's hand.
An agonized scream.
When he was done retching, he wobbled up the stairs for Five's room.
He threw open the door and his jaw dropped.
Five was on his knees, a deep gash in his chest and two purposeful ones on his wrists, tears trailing down his face.
he looked at Diego through dazed eyes.
He spoke weakly, "Why'd you-"
He collapsed to the side.
"No. no, no, NO, NO, NONONO-"
-
"Oh, my god," Ben said, gasping.
"What is it now?" Klaus muttered, "Knife to the chest?" Honestly, he didn't even know why he was even SORT OF entertaining Ben. He was probably just trying to make Klaus panic, ruin the first good day he's had in a while. He knew Five was fine, he was a prickly, irritable little dude, and not that emotionally in touch with himself. He didn't believe Five would ever even have the thought to hurt himself.
"Ben?" Five whimpered, wide eyes trying to drink in his long dead brother's image. "Am I-"
A glitch, and then he was gone.
"Yes, actually. Looks like Diego tried to kill him." He chuckled wetly. What could he do except watch Five come and go in this stupid fucking agonizing time loop? Klaus didn't even believe him.
-
He threw the knife again, leaping up and following it, aiming to the left more.
He heard a shriek. He hoped he had hit his target.
Diego kept sobbing even as he threw the knife one more time, launching to his feet and once again rushing up the stairs. Maybe he was stuck like this. Maybe this was his life now, witnessing Five kill himself and accidentally killing him sometimes in the fruitless effort of trying to stop him too. He was beginning to lose hope.
He kicked open the door and immediately lunged at Five, kicking the knife and gun away and restraining him in one motion.
Five let out an undignified shriek and a wail.
"Diego, stop, stop, ow, get the fuck out-" He squeaked.
"Shut the actual fuck up, you little stupid suicidal BITCH." Diego snarled into his ear.
Five froze. "I wasn't gonna do anything- how did you-"
"Shut up. Just shut the fuck up, Five." Diego said, voice shaking. He didn't move to get off of him. If anything, he pinned Five's wrists to his back harder.
"Okay, okay. Chill." Five rested his cheek against the floor.
Diego laughed hysterically and tried to absorb the fact that he did it. That Five didn't succeed in killing himself.
Klaus peeked around the door, raising an eyebrow.
"See, dude, he's completely fine-" He said to empty air, and then looked to Diego in apologetic explanation, "Sorry for interrupting whatever's going on, but Ben was going absolutely fucking buck wild for ages, saying Five kept popping up dead-"
Diego's eyes snapped up towards him. "BEN SAW IT TOO?"
"... So, wait, it actually happened?" Klaus seemed at a loss for words.
"YEAH!" Diego shouted angrily, "IT WAS SOME TIME LOOP SHIT, AND HE WOULDN'T STOP FUCKING KILLING HIMSELF!"
Five paled.
"I FUCKING TOLD YOU!" Ben cried, anguish plain on his face, trying to touch Five's face, make sure he was okay, but of course his hand kept falling through and he sobbed in desperate rage. "Fucking hell.."
Klaus slowly turned to Five. "you.. shot off your own face?"
"I- I don't know-"
"In front of me." Diego whispered. He suddenly got up and swept Five up in a hug.
"Don't fucking do that, dude, don't ever even try. We care, Five, please don't ever do that ever again." He pressed Five into him gently, trying to process the fact that he was still here, still alive. Tears wouldn't stop flowing into his little brother's hair.
"O-okay." Five said, tears coming to his eyes. (Later, he would refuse to admit it.)
He slowly, hesitantly hugged him back.
After a few moments, Klaus joined them too. And then after that, they all swore they felt a ghostly presence envelop them, comforting and warm.