𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
❝ UM... ALLISON
YOUR BROTHER
ALMOST KILLED
ME WITH A KNIFE. ❞
in which allison's best friend
visits her after finding out her
father dies and manages to catch
the attention of number two.
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"Alright. First off, I wanna say I'm sorry. I know I really screwed the pooch on this whole going-back-in-time-and-getting stuck thing. But the real kick in the pants here is we brought the end of the world here with us."
"Oh, my God, again?" Klaus questioned, eyes glancing at Poet who was clutching her head between her ring-clad fingers. "All of you knew? Why am I always the last one to find out about the end of the—Oh, my God. My cult is gonna be so pissed. Five! I told them we had until 2019."
"We have until Monday," Five clarified. "We have six days."
"Is it Vanya?" Klaus asked, taking a sip of his drink.
"Klaus."
"What?" He questioned. "It's usually Vanya."
"Do you have any leads, Five?" Vanya ignored his comment, turning to look at the boy. Diego, standing behind Poet, who was currently sitting on a chair, gave him a folder.
"Yeah, we have one," Five answered, passing the folder to Allison.
The woman opened it and a picture of the Hargreeves father was shown. "Holy shit, is that Dad?"
"Yeah," Diego answered, resting his hands on Poet's shoulders.
"That's him?"
"Standing in the grassy knoll."
"Diego and I have been trying to talk to Dad about what exactly this means," Five continued. "So far, we've got nothing."
"Not nothing," Diego said, facing his siblings. "He's planning to kill Kennedy."
"Maybe," Five said, placing the folder next to Paris. "But we don't know who or what sets doomsday in motion. Could be Kennedy, could be something entirely independent. But if we know something changes the timeline, we have to make it right."
"Yeah, but how are we supposed to fix it, if we don't know what's broken?" Allison asked.
"Come on. Do the math," Diego said. "We know Dad's having shady-ass meetings with some shady-ass people. Surprisingly," he turned to look down at Poet, "your parents aren't... shady."
"Haven't met yet," Poet shrugged and he hummed, continuing.
"We know he's on the grassy stroll in three days to kill the president. So I think we all know what we need to do."
