PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

୨୧┊SEVENTY ONE :

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THE FRANKEL FOOTAGE.

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Five roughly dragged me along, swinging pass the boozy men of the facility, my eyes were wide once we stopped, out of breath and a rush of pure adrenaline runnI ng eagerly through my veins. I held my refined poise, dusting my dress with my free hand as I cleared my throat.

The dealing of heavy alcohol . . . a reminder of my fortunately late father . . . left in a timeline I may never see again, prior to my knowledge.

"The hell is wrong with you, Luther? I just told you the world's gonna end in ten days." Five proposed, staring up at his brother as his grip slightly loosened. Luther looked down at us, his eyes peering sharply into Five's.

Could he be enjoying his time here, has monkey found his destined habit? I bit my lip in thought.

"Yeah, well, you're always saying that. Not even Y/N bugs everyone of it, even though she has the same experience as you!" I shrugged at his words, slightly nodding as my lips drew a frown. Touché. I lifted my head subtly, looking up towards the burly man's face, his stubbed chin clenched viciously,

"Yes, but-- but so far he's been right!" I inquired simply, the words beginning to slip from my lips as I saw Luther attempting to turn, a sign that he wanted to take his leave. I grabbed his bulky sleeve, turning him the best I could over to face us once more. His lips parted, eyes read agitated,

"Look, you want to save the world, Five? Knock yourself out. All right? I already got a job."

Is he . . . referring to . . . this? No ways!

SO TEXANS ARE REALLY INTO FURRIES . . . ?

I digress, I have truly seen it all. May I die peacefully as this horrifically new founded knowledge. Or not, I enjoy a painful time.

"Wait you work in this shit hole?" Five suddenly spoke, almost as if he had yanked those exact words from the previous thoughts I had thought from the depths of my mind. I inwardly hummed, swinging myself over a barstool, having wiggled my way out from Five's grip.

"Yeah. Well, my boss owns the place." Five nodded reluctantly, a scowl forming quickly. My backside faced the pair of men, I sitting across from the bartender as he gave me a muted look of bewildermeant, nodding my way hesitantly as a dash of politeness. I smiled softly, nodding as well.

"Uh . . . want a glass of . . . milk, lass?"  the man's chalky tone rang out, I sighed softly, nodding with a small grin as he smiled, turning away to get just that. I sat silently, my ears taking charge as I listened halfly at the two dimwits behind me.

"I'm his body man."

"What's that? Like a masseuse or something?" I grinned, breathing out a light set of laughter as I tried my best to hide my amusement. Body man, though? Huh, he's got that going for him.

"Okay you can make fun all you want, but I take good care of Mr. Ruby." Ruby? My expression fell, my eyes directing towards the counter's surface as a glass of milk appeared. I nodded in thanks, processing the gruesome information harshly.

"Wait, Ruby. The Jack Ruby, the gangster who shot Oswald?" Five lowly marveled in shock,

"Yeah, the one and only."

"Well, it finally happened. That gorilla DNA has taken over your mind."

Couldn't agree more.

"Hey, watch it, all right? Jack's a good friend."

"And you're Number One. Número Uno. Remember?" I hummed, taking the glass in my hands as I hoised it up towards my lips, taking in the sound of Five's voice strings doing their destined work.

He is like . . . my own personal music box.

"There is no Number One. Not anymore. Not in 1963." What! That's a stretch, pretty sure numbers exist here, dummie.

"Look, I've been stranded here alone for a year. What did you expect?"

"I get it, all right? We both do! You watched Pogo die, the world exploded and I marooned your big dumb ass in time. I'm sorry, okay?" Five heavily sighed out, pausing for a moment. He's right though, I clearly understood myself.

Our time in the apocalypse . . . Dire. A dreaded time made well by two souls entangled with one another.

"But I'm asking for help, Luther. The Umbrella Academy needs you." Luther scoffed, comically loud. Five seemed overly desperate, a sight I hated. Feeling my inner gorey insides dare to collapse at the vision of it all, his desperation . . . selfless nature and the family that hadn't been appreciative.

"It doesn't need me. It never did." He huffed out finally. A delicate hand of a woman slinging me from out of my own trance as she held my shoulder, my eyes squinting for a brief moment as I recognized her as the lady from before. I hesitantly bored into a smile,

"My dear, are you alright? This ain't no place for a little girl like you." I inhaled lowly, pulling lips in a thin line.

"I'm still well and kickin'. My husba-- boyfriend will protect me. If not I'll protect myself." she nervously smiled, nodding as she rubbed my back and turned to Luther slightly.

"Luther, honey, Jack's about to lose it on some half-wit. A little help, huh?"

"Ah, shit." Luther expressed loudly, attempting to trudge away before Five stopped the man,

"Luther, wait."

"Listen. You're the genius who said we should jump. Right? You're the one who got us stuck here. And you're the one who brought Vanya. So if there is a doomsday coming, she's probably the cause. And if I was gonna do something about it, it sure as hell is not gonna be with you." Luther harshly conversed, swinging his head to see a drunken man swing his fist at the security.

Five dragged out a low sigh, his body appearing beside me as he sat on a barstool. His eyes trailed over my figure, yanking the glass of icy cold milk from my hands as he chugged it down.

"Get your big arms off me! Get off me! Get off me!" the shit-faced man yelled out as Luther grabbed him. I shook my head, looking back to Five's eyes. His eyes averted, his lips parting a tad,

"Dad should've left him in the moon." He simply muttered, sliding the empty glass over on the table as he himself slipped off the stool, the fabric of his blazer getting caught. I quirked my brow instantly, watching him discover a tape of sorts.

"What's that?" 

"This, my dear, this is the Frankel Footage."