"I don't have time for a dog!"
"Woof!"
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In which, Jason Knights is one of the 43 children born on October 1, 1989.
While running away from animal control, he runs into Number Five -literally- and accidentally time travels with him Into a time...
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"Fuck," Jason said as he tried to stand up.
"Pretty sore, huh?" Five asked with a smirked from where he was sitting next to Dolores.
"Shut up, I'm an old man now, my back and legs hurt okay?" Jason said as his old fragile body slowly complied and stood up.
"You were like this even when you were in your 20s."
Jason threw a can at the smug number without looking and smirked when he heard a thud and a quiet "ow!"
"That's what you get."
Dolores decided to speak up and remind them that while they're getting old and ugly and will die in a week or so, she'll stay as she is; the beauty queen of the apocalypse.
"Yes Dolores we know," Jason rolled his eyes, "still can't believe you won the beauty pageant."
Dolores rolled her eyes, her competition was so ugly that it would have been an insult not to win the pageant.
"So it wasn't a fair competition, she was ugly."
Jason pointed at Five and Dolores, "On behalf of Nancy, who I must admit was an ugly mannequin with only her eye left, I feel offen- okay no I don't. Please, continue."
Five looked at Dolores and mouthed, "mental issues."
Dolores nodded. That boy had a lot of issues. Starting with his face.
Jason gasped, his long beard decorated with glitter and cute stuff they've found.
"I'll be eating my food over there." He pointed at a corner of the ruins of the building, "Alone."
He tried to walk over but tripped.
"Would you like some help," Five giggled, "or do you want to do it... alone?"
"Five!" Jason shouted causing Five to laugh hysterically.
They sat at their corners, Five with Dolores and Jason being alone, chatting about the latest news of the apocalypse.
Marty started dating Pickles, Trump's corpse was identified cause his skeleton was orange, Keanu Reeves was spotted on his island having fun cause he immortal, Paul Rudd is still going strong with no sign of getting old, The Kardashian's are still floating around the ocean, even in death, the plastic stayed.
You know, typical apocalypse news.
Everything was normal.
As Normal as it could be in the end of the world.
Until a woman appeared out of nowhere.
Offering them a job in exchange for their freedom.
Free of the apocalypse and with a chance to stop it all.
Five and Jason looked at each other, and with determination, they agreed.
Dolores looked proud at her boys, proud and worried. She said her goodbye and hopped them well in their journey.
It was after they left that the first tear dropped.
She was now all alone.
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Five immediately found his place in the commission.
Following orders and killing people was familiar to him even after years of not having to do it.
He was praised by the higher-ups and started to climb the ranks with an astonishing speed.
Everyone was amazed by the badass old dude.
But Jason, he was another story.
He was a free spirit, like the ocean.
You can't restrain the ocean, it's not in its nature.
He killed, but only if he knew the reason behind it.
He didn't like to go in blind, without knowing the consequences.
And that didn't sit well with the higher-ups.
It caused a rift between Five and Jason for while.
They butted heads but finally, they settled in.
Finally, they took a relieved breath.
There was still hope.
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Hi! Short chapter, sorry!
From the next chapter, we will enter old man Five and old man Jason's life in the commission and we're finally going in the series.
Any suggestions? Drop them Complains? Drop them Wishes? Drop them
