World of tomorrow || 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙴𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐

𝔼𝕩𝕥𝕣𝕒 𝕆𝕣𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕪 ☂︎︎

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-10 minutes later-
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I awoke, opening my eyes and scrutinizing my surroundings. The sound of glass clattering rung through my ears, as Five moved empty alcohol bottles around. I was laying down on the backseat of the car, my limbs tired and achy. I started to sit up but pain rushed throughout my body.

"Oh shit" Five whispered softly under his breath. "Hey...Sorry I didn't mean to wake you" His words were laced with guilt.

"I'm fine honestly, Five"

I tried pulling my body up, but I instantly fell back down onto the seat below me. I cocked my head to the side to see alcohol bottles scattered all over the car.

I rubbed my eyes. "Are you drunk Five?"

"No I'm not drunk"

I scoff, looking at the bottles scattered at the back of the van. "Then why are we at the eye place again?"

"I'm working" He mutters, not even glancing at me.

"Excuse me. We work together you know? Also is this still about the eye thing" I exhaled.

"I know we work together, but you dozed off and I didn't want to wake you. You need rest after what happened yesterday y/n" He turned to look at me, scanning the injures i had all over my skin. "It is about the eye thing. Apparently this is the place it was made-" Five stated.

"Or... will be made"

"Exactly" he smiled. "We just have to wait".

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"Do you think there's such thing as a multiverse?" I queried, picking at the skin around my nails.

"I've thought about it you know. I bet there is somewhere, I mean the universe itself is enormous, so is the space time continuum" Five chuckled, his finger bringing my face up to look at him.

Five's face beamed at me, lighting up at the intelligence that filled me; The way our brains our so alike.

"Would it affect the quantum state versions of ourselves or our consciousness's in any way?"

"I don't think so. There could be a multiverse out there right now, yet we are still ourselves. Well...that's what I know of at least"

My gaze lost Five as my brain went foggy, tuning into nearby children playing and kicking round a football.

"Kick it over here!" they yelled, giggling.

"UGH! F-F-Five! I think I'm going to have a flashba-" I panted, attempting to warm Five that I was about to have a PTSD recollection.

I looked all around me in the van, but Five wasn't there. No one was. I stepped out the vehicle, my feet landing on a bed of ash and soot, I turned my head up at the sky. Atomic bombs froze like fireworks in the overcasting sky and the blanket of stars and crescent moon were hidden behind the smoke and fog. I traced my finger round the bullet dents in the van. I imaged Five was stood next to me, our hands in each others, fingers intertwined.

"What if this is our final night alive?" I said. My words vanishing into the empty space around me. There was no reply.

You're so stupid. You should of spend all those years alone Y/n, you're just dragging everyone into your mess that you can't overcome yourself. You're weak.

Weak. Weak. Weak.

I smacked my head with my hand, praying that It will stop my thoughts screaming at me. Clawing at my skin from the inside, begging for release. The hitting sound was replaced by someone tapping on the window and someone shaking me.