67 | not even close, sweetheart

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Time traveling was something Y/N thought she would've been accustomed to after the many different trips she'd take across the space/time continuum, but these days, every trip she took worsened and worsened.

A usual spatial jump would normally feel like being spun rapidly around a merry-go-round, and it would be just a few seconds until they'd reappear at a desired destination and the slight dizziness was bearable.

Time traveling consisted of numerous sickening feelings, such as the sensation of being compressed, as if you're being squeezed through a tight rubber tube, disorientation, and a rush of cold followed by fleeting darkness.

The way back from the Commission had hit her ten times harder this time, probably due to the faulty briefcase, and Y/N felt like her skin was being stretched and pulled before a bright blue zap pushed her out of the rift. She landed on a hard wooden surface, the piece of furniture being smashed to bits as soon as she fell over it. The drop had to be at least twelve feet. Then, Five and Lila followed the girl out, Lila landing several feet away, and Five dropping right over where Y/N laid, the girl being pushed back down as she tried to get up.

The girl groaned, face-down on the ground as Five propped himself up so he was just on top of Y/N instead of having his weight push her further into the ground. Y/N rolled over to face Five, and she sent him an unimpressed glare as she quickly pushed a piece of wood off of their legs, allowing them to get up.

The group had landed back in the Hotel Obsidian, comically in the middle of the rest of the Umbrella Academy as everyone stared at their disheveled heap in a wide-eyed shock.

"Where have you been?" Viktor exclaimed, spreading his arms out in question.

"Facing my mortality, Viktor," Five answered, exhaling as he stumbled in imbalance (an after effect of time traveling).

Y/N groaned, dusting herself of before holding the briefcase in her arms, catching Allison's attention.

"You had the briefcase the whole time. We've been looking for this!" Allison rushed up in fury, snatching it from Y/N's weak grasp before her face fell at the sight of its crumbled and steaming mess.

"Well, look no further. It's the last one on Earth," Y/N drawled out, leaning against the pillar for support.

"Was the last one," Five corrected, bending down to examine the state of the briefcase. Allison scoffed, throwing it aside while Five knelt next to it, hissing as the hotness of the leather made contact with his skin. "Yup, that's toast. Shit."

Y/N clicked her tongue, kicking the useless briefcase aside into the splintered remains of the wooden table they landed on. In the corner, Lila was seen giving Diego an uncharacteristically warm hug before wandering off to find Stan, Allison brooded on the stairs, and Luther engaged himself in a heated discussion with Diego after he'd been freed.

"Quit it with the chit-chat, Chatty Cathys," Five called, making a mocking gesture with his hand. "I'm calling a family meeting here."

Lila turned around at Five's words, beginning to walk away before Diego grasped her hand, encouraging her to stay as a part of the family. Y/N, who had pushed herself off the pillar, scanned the room with curious eyes.

"Where's Klaus?" she questioned, her arms crossed as she noticed the absence of her eccentric brother. Luther shrugged in response, prompting Y/N to purse her lips in unbotheredness, but then Diego had ran out of the room, pursuing a sneaky Stanley in the next hallway.  

"Diego--and we lost another one," Five clicked his tongue sarcastically. "Great."

"Spit it out, Five," Allison pressed from her spot on the stairs, her hazel gaze narrowing at the boy in front of her. Y/N, who was getting increasingly tired of Allison's attitude, rolled her eyes. She didn't understand what had happened to her in the short span of three days for her to completely change her attitude. Whether it was the inexistence of Claire and her lover from the 60s, the woman had absolutely no need to take it out on her family that was only trying to help.

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