The New Number || F. Hargreeves

i. Caesar, Hargreeves and the Dead

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There was nothing like being called a doctor at a young age, he carried four doctorates, two masters, and one bachelor's degree. He was intelligent even though he never felt like it, he had the easy way out in a way though. He finished school only to be of use to Sir Reginald the man, who took him in after losing his family. He was particular- he had abilities that were similar to a biblical archangel being very powerful at a young age; it was halted after an incident. In a way, he was deemed to be the weakest link out of his new family. It was hard not to stare at his crutch that he was seemingly bound too and it would honestly tear you apart if you couldn't acknowledge one of the biggest factors that baffled anyone. He appeared to look like a 14-year-old but he wasn't an adult and was smarter than most even if he didn't believe it himself.

Ambrose Caesar.

A person bound to a single crutch and permanent limp along with a noticeable youthful look, he was a fashion victim of sorts and had bleached hair that needed to bleach his new coming roots. Some call him Dr. Caesar-Hargreeves and others called him Angel and special people called him Rose; that special someone hadn't returned home yet.

"Ha! A doctor of Mathematics, Chemistry, Engineering, and Criminal Justice? God damn! You must be smart!"

"Hey don't forget he has some masters in Medicine and Psychology!"

"And I have a bachelor's in Sociology..." Ambrose joined in on the conversation of what would be his ex-roommates.

"Man you're finally over college you've been here longer than anyone!"

"Yeah, I would have gotten my first doctorate at 15 if I hadn't been in that three-year coma..." He coined sparking a new subject for them, he had disappeared for three years and he never really explained why he was in a coma he just was and he didn't waste his time properly healing he came back to school to be away from his family in a way.

"Hey! You said after this year was over you would tell us how you even got into a coma!" He sighed not wanting to talk about it but he did promise to say some things about it.

"Um, it's not that simple to explain."

"But? Come on! Out with it! We will be your slaves for the rest of your life! If you tell us."

"I don't need slaves all I can say is that I got into a fight with some strong... all I can say is that normal human beings would have died instantly... I just got lucky and ended up in a coma and I stopped aging... so yeah." before his roommates could say anything else the news on the television interrupted them and just like that he learned that Sir Reginald Hargreeves was reported dead.

He was indifferent to the news whether it was good nor bad. He just stood there at a loss for words, only a few days ago did the old man call him to surprisingly congratulate him for finally finishing school and telling him to come home quickly. He didn't know how to feel about him at all, he didn't dislike the man because he took him in as soon as it was reported that his parents had died and he didn't know how to feel altogether he didn't talk to anyone of the Hargreeves other than Vanya because she was the only person who didn't treat him any differently from when he was a visiting number to being the favorite and most powerful number and lastly becoming the weakest of them all she didn't treat him differently but the others he didn't know how to feel about his practical foster siblings in a way especially as he went by both Caesar and Hargreeves just so people could leave him be but the idea is that the man was dead and that meant that they all had to be there.

Ambrose would have to revisit the past fully.

"Holy shit dude your old man died?..."

"He could have at least waited..." Ambrose grabbed his crutch heading out the dorm room.