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꒰ 𝖶𝖤𝖣𝖭𝖤𝖲𝖣𝖠𝖸 8:15 𝖠𝖬 (...𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇) ꒱
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━━━━━━━━━━ You walked back into the room after talking to Vanya, ready to give Luther a piece of your mind, when suddenly electricity crackled above the bar table. You held your hand up to block the blinding blue light, walking closer to investigate what it was. As quickly as it appeared, it disappeared, but not before dropping Five onto the table.
Allison jumped back when Five rolled onto the floor, "Je— Jesus!"
Klaus had managed to fall backwards onto the bench you previously were sitting at, "You guys, am I still high, or do you see him, too?"
"It's like I'm having deja vu," You chuckled, "Holy shit."
"Five, where have you been?"
"Are you all right?"
"Who did this?" Luther and Allison helped grab Five off of the ground. You watched your brother grab the drink out of Allison's hand, "Irrelevant."
You all stared at him as he limped away, slurping down the coffee, "So, the apocalypse is in three days. The only chance we have to save our world is, well, us."
"The Umbrella Academy," Luther clarified.
"Yeah, but with me, obviously. So if y'all don't get your sideshow acts together and get over yourselves, we're screwed. Who cares if Dad messed us up?"
"Ain't that the truth," you mumbled.
"Are we gonna let that define us?" Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Klaus shake his head. "No. And to give us a fighting chance to see next week, I've come back with a lead." Five pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket, "I know who's responsible for the apocalypse."
Allison reached her hand forward, taking the paper out of Five's grasp. As she opened the paper, you all read the name the was printed: Harold Jenkins.
"Harold Jenkins?" Allison questioned.
Diego looked up at Five, "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"
Five slurped the rest of the coffee before tossing across the room, "I don't know... yet. But I do know that he's responsible for the apocalypse. So we have to find him. And we have to do it now."
Luther's face scrunched up, "How is he connected to what's gonna happen?"
"I don't know."
Next to you, Diego stepped out in front, "Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?"
"That's enough."
"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in the city."
