The world we know has lost many people. We have had war, car crashes, bombings, collapsing structures, storms... etc. Half and half, they are the fault of mankind, and of natural causes. Our carelessness has the very capability of destroying colonies worth of people. With this said we all have a chosen fate. We will all die someday and it is planned on the breath of the world's creator. But what if someone could be responsible for the life and death of the certain individuals of all of these incidents? Of course that is a very interesting subject, that most wouldn't want to get into. Some might think it pointless, and some don't even think of such fantasies, you might call it. How could it be possible that one person could just look at all of these innocent people, and choose which are to be saved, and which are to lose their lives? They could be children, mothers, fathers, aunts, uncles, brothers, sisters. The chain could cause even more deaths for years to come, if you didn't choose right.
...But what if I were to tell you there was a person of that sort?
"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?