Kidnapped by the commission at a young age, due to being a risk to the timeline. The Handler had attempted to kill her once but failed, so to even things out she kept Echo locked up for 43 years. After many babysitters and commission workers looking...
"I don't want to be a fourteen year-old girl anymore!"
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Tw: mentions of periods and having no uterus(if that makes anyone uncomfortable)
Echo perched on the pool table, laying on her stomach, facing Five, who had his arm trapped in her hand and the rest of the family. The boy had already explained what the grandfather paradox, some understood, others not so much, Diego being one of them, "I'm so confused."
"Shocking." Allison insulted, she seen very out of character the past few days.
"Well, someone killed our mothers, so we shouldn't exist. But clearly, we do exist, and the universe can't handle it, which is a problem." Viktor summarized.
"Big problem." Five sipped his coffee.
"Yah!" The twelve year old in the back fought the air with a pool stick.
"Stanley!" Diego scolded, "Now is not the time to doing karate, okay?"
"Mom said I need to practice."
"Yeah, well, she's not wrong. You're very bad."
"Yeah, well, I saved your pathetic ass."
Echo raised her hand, "I can teach him!" Five not liking the excited smile on the nodding boys face shove her hand back down.
"Okay, hold on." Allison returned the conversation, "Five, so we caused a paradox. What does that mean?"
"It's hard to say. It's all been theoretical until now, but things have started to disappear." Five explained.
"What things?" Viktor questioned.
"Right now? Uh, lobsters."
"And a shit ton of cows!" Klaus added, sitting up from his rest on the floor.
"The cows?" Echo pouted at her partner, "I haven't gotten to see one yet."
"But I have a feeling this is just the begining." Five stroked the gingers head.
"A feeling?" Allison pushed herself from the wall, "Aren't you retired."
"I want nothing more."
"You know, " Number Three stomped to the boy, "You can't keep dragging us through hell because you have an itch only an apocalypse can scratch and then expect us to deal with the fallout. You're not the boss."
"Fine, I'm the messenger, and I'm telling you something terrible is coming."
"Then let's go attack the Sparrows, get the briefcase, and go home."
"This is our home, Allison. Except it." Their stare off was intruded as Diego's caused clattering with his stick, kicking over a chair.
"That's it!" Diego snapped at his boy, "I'm telling your mom!"
