Ghost || Number Five || The Umbrella Academy

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(Y/n) always looked small. She didn't quite know why but being only 5'1 (sorry if you're taller) and having  sort of baby face was sometimes problematic. When she would go to a bar with Vanya to drink, almost all the time the baristas would laugh in their faces until they showed their DNI.
(Y/n) didn't mind it at all, since she hardly enjoyed alcohol and would prefer a coffee ten (or even more) times better than a bottle of vodka. The issue was that she couldn't count all the times a police officer had stopped her thinking she was driving under-age. She contemplated more than once to have her DNI tattooed to her forehead so she wouldn't have to take it out every time, but Vanya was totally against the idea.
Speaking of the super ordinary girl, (Y/N) called her right away when she felt the new presence on her world. Her right hand was holding the phone while it beeped and the other was was lazily holding the steel knife, her eyes wide with fear and excitement at the same time.
'Hello?' Vanya's voice seemed shaky.
Finally.
'Vanya," she breathed out through her nose. "Are-are you ok? What happened?'
There was a long silence between the line and (Y/n) grew extremely worried and uncomfortable.
'(Y/n) you h-have to see this, i-i- he's back (Y/n)! Five's fucking b-b-b-back!'
Vanya started to sob uncontrollably and (Y/n) felt the tears build in the corner of her eye.

'B-but, it's impossible.."

"....Five is dead"

Vanya's breathing quickened and her sobs mixed with the air.
'N-NO!'
Frustration etched onto the pale's female skin. Her hands were jaggedly running through her messy hair, the heavy pain of shock coming in waves.
Vanya wanted (Y/n) to come, she needed her. It was all a lot to take in.
The poor child was the only one who didn't give up on her brother completely. When she came into the Academy and Pogo told her about her peanut butter and banana sandwiches she grew quite upset, and staring at that old but yet magnificent painting of five hung up on the wall made it even worse. She felt a pit on her stomach, because after all this time, Five was the one who treated her te best along mother.
Seeing with her own eyes as her brother came from a portal the same way she last saw him was absolutely breathtaking, and even more when he started to talk with big and important words (not characteristic of a boy looking like himself) about the end of the world, making her feel dizzy but happy whatsoever.
She let the tears flow once she was out of the room in where her once missing brother was and on the phone with who she considered her best friend, only to be completely disappointed with the (h/c)'s immediate denial.
Even when (Y/n) called first to see what happened (which btw Vanya had no idea how she knew) she was relieved, her brothers and sister weren't being considerably nice to her and she needed someone to talk to, so the sweetening voice of (Y/n) seemed like her only hope.
But she was wrong.
'P-please come' she begged, her voice weak and soft.
Another long silence.
'i-i'm on my way'
Thank god for her existence.