ᴘʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ [ᴅɪᴇɢᴏ ʜᴀʀɢʀᴇᴇᴠᴇꜱ]

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗

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"Harold Jenkins?" Y/n questioned with a frown.

Diego asked in the same tone as Y/n as they all looked up at Five, who chugged the rest of the coffee "Who the hell is Harold Jenkins?"

Five chucked the empty cup over his shoudler and pursed his lips before answering "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."

"How is he connected to what's going to happen?" Luther asked.

"I don't know." Five answered.

Diego frowned as he stepped towards Five "Wait, so you just know his name? That's it?"

"That's enough." Five answered.

"There's probably dozens of Harold Jenkinses in this city." Diego said.

"Well, we just better start looking, then." Five answered.

Y/n stepped forward, standing next to Five, as she said "Look, there is no way Five can know every little detail about how the apocalypse happens, okay? We need to cut him some slack. Look at him, he's been through shit. We have to work with what we've got." Diego looked down a moment "So, instead of arguing, let's just find this Harold guy and kill him. Problem solved." She said, clasping her hands together and dropping them infront of her, an innocent smile on her face.

Five nodded, holding an arm out at her and said "Thank you. At least someone in this family has their head on right."

"I'm sorry. Am I the only one that's skeptical here?" Allison questions as Five held his stomach "I mean, how exactly do you know all of this about what's his name?"

"Harold Jenkins." Five told her "You know those lunatics in masks that attacked the house?"

"Oh, yeah, I think I remember those guys." Klaus said sarcastically.

Diego turned to Klaus a moment before looking back at Five "Oh, yeah, the ones who attacked us while you were getting drunk."

"Yeah. Them." Five said, rolling his eyes "They were sent by the Temps Commission to stop me from coming back and preventing the end of life on Earth."

"The Temps what?" Allison frowned, her arms folded.

"My former employer. They monitor all of time and space to make sure that whatever is supposed to happen. . . happens." Five explained "They believe the apocalypse os coming in three days. So I went to Commission headquarters and intercepted a message that was meant for said lunatics. 'Protect Harold Jenkins'. So he must be responsible for the apocalypse."

They were all silent for a good few seconds before they all burst out in questions.

"What do you mean protect time and space?"
"Where is this Hazel, Five?"
"We have no idea what you are talking about, Five."
"So, where is the Commission?"

Klaus, who was now sat on the sofa, held his stomach as he groaned "My skin is on fire."

"Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?" Allison said, irritation in her tone.