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"You got a fake eye fetish or something?"
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VANYA CAME BACK with three mugs of coffee, letting Five explain further his apocalyptic experiences.

"I survived on scraps, canned food, cockroaches, anything I could find." At this point I was actually feeling sorry for him. But, was I going to let him know that? No.

Five breathed a quick chuckle out of his nose before speaking again, about twinkies. "You know that rumour that twinkies have an endless shelf life? Well, it's total bullshit." He sipped his coffee as a small smirk came and went from his face in a split second.

"I can't even imagine..." Vanya tried to sympathise, but I could tell it was hard for her. From what I heard from Five when we were younger, Vanya never had powers. She was the ordinary one of the seven children.

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𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓔𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓮,
              𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓴𝓷𝓸𝔀 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓘 𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝔀𝓸 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼? 𝓐𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓸𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓸𝔀𝓷 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝔀𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻, 𝓥𝓪𝓷𝔂𝓪. 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓸𝓻𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱, 𝓼𝓸 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷'𝓽 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓸𝓷 𝓶𝓲𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓾𝓼. 𝓓𝓪𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴𝓼 𝓼𝓱𝓮'𝓭 𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓾𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴.

𝓢𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓘 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓱 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓵𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮.

𝓗𝓸𝓹𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓼𝓸𝓸𝓷!!

- 𝓕𝓲𝓿𝓮 :)

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"You'd do whatever it takes it survive... or, you die. So, we adapted." Five looked quite... upset? I don't know, some form of sadness took over him while talking about the apocalypse. I was definitely starting to feel sorry for him now. My only question right now was, who in the everloving fuck was 'we'? "Whatever the world threw at us, we found a way to overcome it." He finished.

"We?" Vanya voiced my thoughts, and I'm grateful she did because I was curious too. "You got anything stronger?" Five asked, holding up his mug and completely avoiding the question.

Vanya nodded, taking his mug back to the kitchen and grabbing a cup and filling it with some form or alcohol. "You want some too, Estelle?" She asked from the kitchen.