It is the year 2108. Earth has become too polluted, flooding has become too dire, and mankind too numerous, for humanity to remain on their home world. Space colonization has begun, with the first space elevators, a burgeoning Mars colony, and expansive dome-cities on the moon. In order to bear with the drab setting and alien nature of their new environment, virtual and augmented reality has come to the forefront. Where once, generations huddled in front of a glowing box to play video games for hours, now Earth's first generation of orphans explore rich environments of virtual and augmented reality, using neural implants. AIs have spread throughout the system, beginning the efforts of terraforming the various worlds within their local neighborhood, and sending mankind's eyes further and further out beyond the Kuiper belt.
Then, the light from a nearby supernova engulfs the Solar System. Nearby Spica, a binary system 240 light years from Earth, has exploded, producing more light than an entire galaxy full of suns. Mankind and AI's telescopes turn outwards during the event, seeking new plutoids and dwarf worlds to colonize, and discover something ominous. A rogue planet three times the size of Earth, approaching at high speeds through the Oort cloud, scattering comets in its wake. At first, mankind plans to arrange a rendezvous with the strange rogue, but signs that the world was once inhabited combine with strange radio signals coming from the world itself to indicate that the rogue is something more than just a dead rock hurled out from its sun, possibly something far more valuable--or more deadly--than a new planet.
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"𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙖 𝙙𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙧. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤... 𝙤𝙡𝙙... 𝙣𝙤𝙬..."
-𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬
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Stupid kids hate each other and then fall in love. Sure you've read it in every single damn 'fic on this platform. But then one of them disappears, and the other moves on.
But she doesn't. She's beaten, and her child is ripped from her own fingers.
Five reappears after nearly 17 years, his charming personality gone, and he demands that the family helps him with his little apocalypse problem. And they ultimately fail. You know how the story goes. They end up in 1963, scattered across Dallas, and bring the apocalypse with them. Five and Y/N start getting comfortable. By the time they're back in 2019, they're fucked up, and craving nothing but peace. The apocalypse says no. But something's different this time. Something is whispering horrors into "Little Number Eight's" dreams.
Whatever you do, don't save the world.
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"𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪? 17 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪! 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪!"
- 𝐘/𝐍 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬
You have the ability to rewrite your atomic structure, taking the form of any living being you can comprehend, commonly referred to as "shape-shifting" or "shifting."
At one point I was ranked in the top 4 for "fivexreader", so how bad can it be?