17 years past,
As Pogo closed all the machine that has been keeping Eight down here in this cryo chambers. She was force to create her own realm inside her own head, writing fantasy realities she explored and engaged in to cure her boredom.
Pogo slowly opened the door and seeing the ice fade away almost immediately with Eight's power instincts, the Cryo Chambers was made by her ownself when Allison rumoured her. Pogo carried her back to her bedroom that was cleaned and untouched with Grace always cleaning it of course.
She slowly woke up from her slumber, looking down at her form, not remembering much while her body was all cold. She has matured alot in her realms of life, but her body didn't seem to have change and was in her 15 year old form.
"Pogo? What are you doing here and what happened?"
Pogo let his head down, while telling me what happened and leaving out the times when Eight crush a whole casino full of people making them frozen and suffer a torture death.
"Unfortunately your father has passed away from a heart attack, you went into a coma and didn't age my lady.."
"Oh.."
"It's hard to believe but you'll adapt to it hopefully. I'll ask Grace to prepare you a meal.."
She nodded to his words as he left and she sat up in her bed, scratching her head. Her personality changed a lot but her appearance was the same and she wanted to do something about it.
She stood up to the wardrobe, getting out a set of clothes she made for herself when Five left. She wore her old umbrella academy uniforms, instead of the dark navy blazer, she took out a white cardigan she had made for herself, and the vest black instead of whatever the hideous colour was.
She went to the bathroom and got herself all ready from how long she hasn't bath. After she was finished, she took a pair of scissors and started cutting her own hair, styling it however she wanted it too. Her bangs framing her slim soft face while her wet h/c hair was all over her back after she just shower.
She spent her own time doing her own things on her appearance, caring about it like it was more important than her father's funeral. She took a few stash of money from her father's room, not caring about him at all after all the hell she went through with him testing us to her to her limits. She just took a piece of waffle Grace made for her, her most favourite food as she walked out of the academy to the outside world seeing how upgraded it was than the 17 years she was in her so called coma. She went to the salon to get a few hair strands of her dyed with p/c (preference colour of yours) before leaving.
.A few days after, the news spread out about Reginald Hargreeves death. All six siblings saw it on the news, television, knowing it was time to go back to the academy to attend his funeral. You had nowhere to stay except the academy, visiting Five's room and the others, remembering the memories of being together with them. She didn't expect time to fly by so quickly while she was in a 'coma' and in her own made up realms.
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Reverie ᡣ𐭩 [Five Hargreeves]
Hayran KurguFive Hargreeves x reader As Y/n drifted through endless cycles of dreams, each one felt hauntingly real, a constant cycle of trauma that she couldn't escape. Her slumber was deep and unnatural, forced upon her when Reginald Hargreeves placed her in...