☂︎ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 FIVE HARGREEVES IMAGINES ✔︎

# 03 - WHERE DID YOU GO?

just to warn you, this one is sad so get ya ice cream and tissues ready.

i based this imagine on the song ilomilo by the super iconic billie eilish, hence the title.

EDIT : it's really not that sad, i was being dramatic.

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~ 2002 (the year five disappeared) ~

Everyone was sat at the dinner table being themselves in their weird little ways.

Luther and Allison were giving each other googly eyes across the table. Ew. Klaus was, what I'm assuming, rolling up a joint. Ben was was peacefully reading a book. Diego was carving out something into the arm of his chair. Viktor was eating like a normal child, minding his own business.

Five was giving our father a very intense glare, his hand clutched in one another. I was scared, when five makes that face, things are about to go sideways. Anticipation was beginning to kill me, what was he planning?

I tap his arm making him look at me. "What's wrong?" I whisper, quiet enough to not attract the attention of anyone else. "None of your concern." His tone was bitter, sour.

Five wasn't the type to be nice all of the time, but I was his best friend and that was not normal 'Five-behaviour' to me.

He turned his head back to our father and clutched a knife in his hand. He plunged the knife into the table, making me and the others jump.

I placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him but he aggressively shoved it off.

"Number Five." Our father addresses the boy and looks up from his plate. "I have a question." Five states, squinting at the old man.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal, but you know the rules, no talking during mealtimes. you're interrupting Herr Carlson." Our father replies, disinterested for what Five has to say.

"I want to time travel." He says, or rather, demands. "No." Reginald nonchalantly responds, diverting his attention back to his meal to resume eating.

"But I've been practicing my spatial jumps, just like you said." Five spatial jumps next to our father, throwing his hands out frustratedly. "See?"

Me and Viktor exchange knowing looks. "A spatial jump is trivial when compared..." Reginald drones on.

I'm focused on Five and analysing the anger in his eyes. Five says a few things. He glances at me, his face softening. "I'm sorry." He mouths and then he bolts out of the dining room.

I shoot up from my seat, panic filling my lungs as I start to breathe rapidly. "Five! Five, where are you going?!" I feel my heart drop to my stomach, a sensation of dread washes over me.

That was the last time I saw him.

~ 2019, march 24th ~

I was sat on my couch watching the television when a new headline appears at the bottom of the screen.

"Eccentric billionaire, Reginald Hargreeves
has died." The reporter read out, I temporarily freeze in shock, my chest tightens ever so slightly. "Shit, dad." My hand reaches to cover my mouth.

I snatch my keys from the counter and make haste for the door to leave.

As I'm walking down the street I begin thinking about my family, I haven't seen them in years. I wonder what they're like after all this time. I assume they will be there, with the exception of Ben and Five.

Ben was killed on a mission and Five still hadn't returned from wherever it is he went.

I arrive at the gates and inhale sharply before i enter, bracing myself for whatever is about to unfold. I walk in and inspect the shithole I called home. I gathered that I was the first here, because you could hear a pin drop.