Fighting Fate ~ Five H. x Reader ⚠️ DISCONTINUED ⚠️

S2 e1

TW: Mention of s3lf harm and su!c!d3

"Soviets Attack US" Five reads off a newspaper

"No, this can't be right."

"Gonna get you out. Keep your head down." A voice says

"Medic! Medic!"

"Hey, kid, get down!"

"What the hell did we do now?"

"I heard a rumor that I blew your minds."

"Five! You son of a bitch, where the fuck have you been?" Eight shouts

"If you wanna live, come with me." Hazel appears 

"Hazel. What the hell's going on here?"

"There's no time to explain. Those are nukes, old-timer."

"What about my family?"

"You can't save 'em if you're dead." The teleport away

"Okay... what the hell was that?"

"The end of the world, November 25, 1963."

"'63... You know, Hazel, I'm no history buff, but I don't recall there being a nuclear holocaust."

"No shit."

"What about my family?"

"Dead, like everyone else."

"And where am I now?"

"Dallas. Same street. Ten days earlier. Plenty of time to restore the timeline and save them."

"Okay. So where do we start?"

"We"? You're on your own, pal. I'm just here to keep a promise to Agnes." Hazel looks at the floor

"Is she...?"

"Dead?" He finished, "Yeah. Cancer. Took her quick. But we had 20 good years together. I guess forever just wasn't in the cards."

"I'm sorry, Hazel. What about the Commission?"

"I quit those assholes, remember? I don't owe 'em the fuzz off my peaches."

Five spots some white haired men stepping out of a car, "Well then, who the hell are those guys?"

"Shit. Run!" Hazel screams handing him the briefcase before getting shot down

"How many times did I say "bulletproof briefcases"?"

Five spots some satellite from on top of a roof

Teleporting inside he climbs some stair before knocking on a door, "What do you want?" A man asks

"Hi, I'm selling encyclopedias for my youth group. I was curious if..."

The man closes the door in his face. Five sighs and nods, spatial jumping in anyways

"How'd you do that?"

"Don't really have time to explain."

"You from the Pentagon? Huh?"

"Definitely not."

"CIA? FBI. KGB?"

"Is that fresh?" He says grabbing the coffee pot

"What..."

"Hmm. This Colombian?" He said finally getting a good cup of coffee

"It's my own blend."

He looks at all the papers on the mans wall, "You ever heard of, uh, Area 51? Roswell?"

"Hot damn! Whoo! See, I always knew we weren't the only ones. See, Eleanor thought my head wasn't screwed on tight, but... but it's all true, yeah? UFOs, crop circles..."

"Well, the truth is out there."

"No, no, no, no, no. The... The truth, it's... right here in front of us. Tell me, wh... why is it always an anal probe?" He says stepping closer and closer to the boy

"Any closer, and I'll melt your brain."

"He needs a little space. Yes. I'll be over here."

"All those contraptions on the roof, you built those, right?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, sure did. Yeah, I've been tracking anomalies in... in the atmosphere. Just waiting."

"Waiting for what?"

"For you. For all of you. It all started in 1958, the year the Silvertone Omega was released. I was in the middle of a sale when something very... strange happened. This here, the Silvertone Omega, is one of our top sellers, in true ColorVision. So, for the past three years, I've witnessed six energy surges in that alleyway out back. Same thing every time. A bright blue light, then something appears."

"Did you get a good look at any of them?"

Yeah, the first one. And then the girl, t-the killer."

"Killer?"

"Yeah, killed three men, she was shouting some names and some guys approached"

"Did you hear any of the names?" "ummm, it was, Clerk no, Klaus and five? and then Anabelle? Allie?"

"Allison. Eight."

"Yeah, she... she wasn't the only one. Uh, the others came too, off and on over the years, looking for each other. Eventually, they... they stopped."

"So, my family is alive. Shit. I think I stranded them here. Now listen to me..."

"Elliott. Elliott. My name... My name's Elliott."

"Whatever, all right? I got ten days to find them and save the world. Now, I need your help to do that."

"You need... my... You know what? I, uh... I always thought that this, uh, mugshot looked like arrival number four. A-and the newspaper from the first girl"

"Diego."

"So then, that's helpful?"