The Day That Was

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(Y/N) leaves the house, wanting to escape from Klaus and his feelings. As she walks to her bicycle, she notices her purse's missing and has to go back.

-You're staying?- Luther asks as she climbs the steps.

-No, I forgot my...

A loud sound is heard in the living room so she runs down the stairs to see what's going on.

-Jesus!- Alisson screams.

Five's lying on the bar's counter holding a briefcase as Diego points him with a knife and the others watch him in surprise.

-You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?- Klaus is laying on the couch.

-Changed my mind, I'm staying- (Y/N) says as she walks to her friend.

-Five, where have you been?

The kid falls from the counter, and Allison and Luther are quick to pick him up.

-Are you all alright?

-Who did this to you?

-Irrelevant- Five answers before taking Alisson's cup of coffee.

Everyone looks at him startled, waiting for an explanation as he drinks the coffee in one go.

-So...- he sighs-, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us. The hippie chick included.

-She's bohemian- Klaus corrects, but Five ignores him.

-The whole Umbrella Academy- Luther states.

-Yeah, but with me, obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad or wherever you come from- he points at (Y/N)-, messed us up? Are we gonna let that define us?

Klaus shakes his head.

-No.

-And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead- Five shows them a folded note-. I know who's responsible for the apocalypse.

Allison takes the note and opens it as the others peek over her shoulders.

-This is who we have to stop.

-Harold Jenkins?

-Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?- Diego asks what everyone's thinking.

-I don't know... Yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now.

-How is he connected to what's gonna happen?

-I don't know.

-Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?

-That's enough.

-There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city!- Diego almost screams.

-Well, we just better start looking, then.

For a moment, (Y/N) wants to lean her head on Klaus's shoulder, but as soon as she touches him, she feels like crying. So instead, she walks to the other side of the room, beside Luther.

-I'm sorry- Allison catches their attention-. Am I the only one that's skeptical here? I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about... What's his name?

-Harold Jenkins- Five mutters-. You know those lunatic in masks who attacked the house?

-You mean the ones who tortured Klaus for two days because no one bothered to look for him?

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