everybody wants to rule the world 🌟 (five hargreeves x oc)

• four •

• WEDNESDAY •
• TODAY •

"Luther you are disgusting, did anyone ever tell you that?" I said, grossed out by the way Luther was eating at the moment. I grabbed my own chopsticks, beginning to poke at the take out we had gotten.

"You should try chewing. You might actually taste the food," Klaus tacked on.

"I haven't eaten in days," Luther said as an excuse. Five approached the table wearing a robe and holding a drink in his hand. Luther glanced between me (happily eating some orange chicken) and Five (happily drinking his alcoholic beverage). "What's wrong? You two look...happy."

I brought my loafers up onto the chair to sit in criss-cross-apple-sauce. "Define happy," I snorted.

Five, on the other hand, smiled. "I am plenty happy. Had a nap and a shvitz. What does a man need?"

"Brothers who don't eat like barn animals?" Klaus said, looking over at Luther and Diego who were, as stated before, eating like barn animals.

I shrugged. "In another timeline they're nice and behaved." I took another bite of my orange chicken, pointing my chopsticks at Five. "Me and Five have been looking at our whole timeline situation."

Five continued for me. "I'm pleased to report that in our professional, expert opinion, we are totally in the clear."

Expressions of relief went around the table. I smiled, stuffing a piece of orange chicken into my mouth when Luther said, "So everything's totally fine?"

I froze, and Five responded, "More or less. I mean, there is one...small thing. It's nothing we can't manage."

Klaus threw his head back in annoyance and both Luther and Diego paused from eating their takeout. I swallowed my orange chicken, looking expectantly at Five as he worked on opening his own takeout box.

"So spit it out, boomer!" Diego shouted.

I rolled my eyes. Dropping my chopsticks to the table, I explained, "Fine. There are basically two of us here. Two bumbling idiots named Diego roaming the earth, get it?"

Five sighed, also setting down his chopsticks. "Dad didn't adopt us as babies, but those babies still existed here. We just grew up in different places with different people."

"So?" Diego muttered.

"So where are they now?" Five finished. "Odds are, we each have identical versions of ourselves walking around out there, living completely different lives."

I tried to imagine what my life would be like if I'd never been a part of the Umbrella Academy (id have gone ahead with my original plan, run away to Virginia become some farmer—) but ultimately decided not to go down that winding path of despair and sadness.

Suddenly, Luther let out a gasp as he looked between me and Five. "Our doppelgängers!"

Klaus scoffed. "That's a made up word."

Luther shook his head fervently. "No, no! I learned all about this back in Texas. Tell him about the paranoid psychosis, about how you go all crazy when you're around yourself."

I shot Luther a glare. Diego aggressively set his takeout onto the table, holding out a hand. "Woah, woah, woah! I thought you said this wasn't a problem."