𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ━ five hargreeves

19│I NEED YOU HERE TO STAY

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❛ ᴡᴀsᴛᴇʟᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ​​​​​​​​​​. ❜ ° . ༄
- ͙۪۪˚   ▎❛ 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 ❜   ▎˚ ͙۪۪̥◌
»»————- ꒰ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ
ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ sᴛᴀʏ ꒱


❝ I AM A WRECK WHEN I'M
WITHOUT YOU  [. . .] AND IF I
COULD TAKE IT ALL BACK / I
SWEAR THAT I WOULD
PULL YOU FROM THE TIDE ❞

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Her misgivings hardly faded as she watched her uncle eat his way through three peoples' worth of sushi. In fact, they were only proven true as he all but rambled about the probabilities related to the Kugelblitz. His words fell on deaf ears as her mind was preoccupied with worrying about Five and her deal with Ben. The Sparrow wasn't exactly known for being true to his word.

A sudden thump— as if a stack of books had fallen to the ground— made her jump and turn towards the lobby. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Edward asked with his mouth stuffed full of sushi. His blue eyes studied her curiously, seemingly oblivious to the noise she'd heard.

Not wanting him to become skeptical, she shook her head. "Never mind. What were you saying about how certain you were of Luther dying?"

Before he could resume his diatribe, a deep, echoing dong of a bell resonated throughout the hotel. The lighting changed to an intense yellow as the lobby took on an eerie feel. The entire building shook as if it were experiencing a five-point-oh earthquake on the Richter scale. Dolores sat bolt upright and looked around the restaurant area with wide eyes. "What was that?"

The older man chuckled as he swallowed his bite. "Now that one I heard— and felt. It seems like Reggie has let the games begin."

"Games? What games?"

"The guardian has been called," Edward explained patiently. "The Hargreeves children will have to fight it in order for the mission to be successful."

The girl's mouth dropped open as she stared at him with dismay. "This is why I wanted to help them!" She stood from her stool. "We have to go find them and warn them. That thing that cut off Diego's fingers is on the loose now and they're entirely unprepared—"

"Dolores, Dolores, Dolores," her uncle said soothingly. "The Sparrows and Umbrellas are well-equipped to fight this enemy; Reginald wouldn't have sent them if they weren't. Your presence would only be collateral damage and a distraction. Why don't you take a deep breath and sit down?"

She was silent for a moment before she burst out: "that's bullshit! Your good friend Reg doesn't care about their wellbeing, just his! Even if the probability that they'd die was one hundred percent, he'd still send them to their deaths! He's only out for himself, you'll see. No matter what kind of deal you two have going on he'll betray you sooner or later."

"We'll see about that," Edward replied calmly.

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Things weren't looking good for the Hargreeves teams. Five had been separated from Allison and Viktor awhile back but luckily, he'd stumbled across Sloane and Ben. While he wasn't pleased about the latter, their situation was more dire than his current love life (or lack thereof.) Sloane had attempted to take out the Samurai that was chasing them with her powers while he'd jumped in with an axe. Unfortunately, the guardian was proving to be stronger than they thought and had cornered them in the laundry room.

He was crouched behind some washing machines with Ben, who clearly thought he had better things to do than help. The Asian man only provided comments on obvious problems. "You've hit him with your axe five times. He should be dead by now."