Out of Time ~ Umbrella Academy [ 2 ]

5

"Morty's Television and Radio," Emilia muttered, staring up at the building in front of her. She let her eyes flicker down to Five and she gestured towards the building. "This is the place?"

"Yep," Five sighed before the two walked through the front door. "A little heads up, this guy kind of thinks we're aliens. . .so just roll with it." Emilia furrowed her eyebrows before nodding her head. "Oh, okay," she said. "Does this mean I have a role? Like was I born on some far away planet that blew to pieces like Super-Man?"

"No, there's no role. You're just yourself and Elliott believes we're aliens. That's all," Five said, ignoring the way Emilia pouted at those words.

The door closed behind them and Five guided the girl up a set of stairs where she could hear footsteps frantically walking in their direction from the room they were heading towards. Emilia stopped around the corner only for a gun to suddenly be pointing right at her face.

"Who are you?" the man who Emilia assumed was Elliot practically yelled, his grip on the gun shaky. Emilia stared back at him with a blank expression, her eyes flickering towards the gun as the sound of gunshots distantly whispered in her ears.

"Elliott," Five groaned as he stepped into few. "What did I tell you about the gun? This is Emilia, the first arrival. So stop pointing the weapon at her before I melt your face off for even threatening to shoot her."

Elliott was quick to lower the gun, his hands still shaking as he looked nervously towards Emilia. She was still staring at the gun with a blank expression on her face and Five sent her a look of confusion, but she didn't seem to notice.

"I-I'm sorry," Elliot stammered, quickly setting the gun up against the wall. "Wow. It's really you, huh? I can't believe I'm meeting you face to face. I've seen you stop by every week for almost four years now. What made you unlike the others? How come you kept coming back and they stopped?"

Emilia snapped out of her trance at that and she shrugged as she let her gaze fall to the ground. "Not sure. I'm just hopeful I guess," she said, offering a weak smile but her eyes glancing towards the gun once more.

"Okay, that's enough of that," Five said, gently placing his hand on Emilia's arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze before walking over to Elliot and pushing him towards the pictures in the corner. Elliott practically scrambled across the room as Five did that, panic on his features. "Elliott, did you develop these photos yourself?"

"Of course," Elliott replied, sounding a bit offended at the mere idea of him not developing the photos. Five leaned close to study the pictures while Elliott walked away to grab a bowl of food that he had been eating before the two showed up. "Can't exactly from that stuff off at the neighborhood Fotomat. Government has eyes everywhere."