ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ- (Five x reader)

'The Umbrella Academy'

'Red, could you please escort yourself to my office, thank you.'

First person pov:

I groan, tiredly and force myself out of bed. I slip on my usual clothing I wear every other day; skinny-black-jeans, red-laced-boots, white-shirt and a short-black-leather-jacket on top. I make my way down the halls to my Mother's office, earning a few 'Hello(s)' 'Good morning, Miss Red.' and so on..

As I arrive to where I needed to go, I knock softly on the wooden door before opening it with a slight creak.

"Ah! Miss Red! Good to see you. Have a seat." The Handler forces a big grin and gestures to the seat in front of her desk.

"You needed me, Mother?" I sit down on the seat and brush the dust off my jeans.

"Indeed. I have a new mission for you." She announces, lighting a new, thick cigarette and popping the end in her mouth. "Now, this mission is to be done: as soon as possible. Meaning that there is no time to waste. I need you to hunt down and kill this man."

She slides a short description and photo of who I had to eliminate. I take a good look at it before folding it four times and putting it in my jacket pocket.

"Who is he? One of your little commission pets who've ran away?" I slightly chuckle, crossing my arms.

"Actually, yes. But the thing is, A.J Carmichael has sent Hazel and Cha-Cha on the same mission as you, so just.. try stay away from them and get the mission done before any of them can." The Handler explains.

"Right. So now my competition is Hazel and Cha-Cha? My old co-workers?" I shift my position and interlock my hands together.

"Don't think they are the only competition you have, Red. Five himself is one big fighter. Considering he's been a trained assassin for almost five years."

"Five?"

"Honestly, did you look at the description?" She scoffs and walks over to me, taking the paper out my pocket. "Now. Read."

Terminate Five Hargreeves.

Appearance: Chestnut hair, green/hazel eyes, wears 'the umbrella academy uniform', 13 year old looks.

"What does that mean? '13 year old looks'?" I pick up the paper and once again fold it four times and slide it in my jacket pocket.

"Well, Five time traveled back to 2019 after being sent on a mission in 1963. However, he clearly messed up the equations and ended up looking like a 13 year old boy." The Handler explains, waving the thick cigarette around, whilst talking.

"Alright then, I guess I'm ready." I deeply sigh and stand up, adjusting my jacket.

"Perfect! Now I have a briefcase right here that will take you to the right day and time that Five should be in." She hands me a briefcase that was about to open. "Good luck, Red."

Before I could say anymore, the briefcase clicked and a bright, blue light surrounded me and I felt myself being sucked into it.

I fall onto the ground and sit up, slowly whilst rubbing the back of my head. But.. everything felt slightly bigger, my clothes felt slightly bigger.

Oh shit.

I quickly pat myself down and run to a near-by car and look at my reflection on the mirror.

"SHIT!"

I looked like my 13 year old self! How the fuck did that happen?!

"Damn it! Where's Dad's stuff?" An unfamiliar voice groaned in annoyance.