PUBERTY TWO [ FIVE HARGREEVES X READER ] ♡

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I felt guilty for this, I felt like I should've convinced Five more that this was a terrible idea. I had the gut feeling.

I couldn't understand, why would the future turn out this way? Everything looked so obscure, it was now nothing actually.

My thoughts fell immediately to my siblings, panic started to contaminate my mind as even more tears started to stream down my face (if that was even possible, at least.)

"OH MY GOD." I yelled as I started rapidly looking around, looking for the path I last took to come here, the path that led to my house.

Five came to my side and held my hand, worryingly looking over me, I was shaking and I couldn't see the destructive world anymore, there were so many tears in my eyes that they started blinding me.

Five said nothing, he only stared in silence before he turned his head, he started to walk over a pile of rumble, dragging me along before he spotted something familiar.

A hand.

At this point I was stifling my cries as I curiously watched what the boy was doing. Sure the lingering thought of my dead siblings traced my mind but I couldn't help but put that aside for now.

He gradually walked over, he let go of my hand as he crouched down to look over to what the hand was holding.

An eye.

Five pryed it out of the corpse's hand, staring over the blood stained piece of glass. His brows furrowed in distraught, he looked up, seeing a head that peaked from underneath a pile of rocks. He stood up to get a closer look, I looked as well. It was a big man, he was blonde and fairly dead. I wondered if Five recognized this man because I surely did not.

I could feel my stomach churn at the sight, actually. A real decaying corpse right before my eyes. My hand reluctantly held my stomach.

Five stood still as he looked into the distance, fire crackling behind us. He blinked rapidly, he gripped my hand once again as he began to drag me off somewhere again.

We looked around the piles of rumble for more people, I was hoping that at least one of them had survived. Five's paste slowed down as he saw a woman beneath a heap of rocks and stone. Her brows were turned in worry, like she had the question of "why" before she inevitably died. At least, that's what I thought.

He stumbled on a few bricks as we made our way to another man, he laid peacefully as dust covered his face.

Five shook the man roughly in attempt to wake him up some how yet to no avail. He was cold and lifeless. I sighed.

Five groaned, walking off again around a big pile of bricks and whatnot before seeing another man he seemed to be looking for, the man laid face down, eerily quiet. Five looked at his corpse in dismay, seeing the mark every one of them had on their wrists, one I could recognize. An Umbrella . . .

I then understood, these were his siblings. I covered my mouth as I backed away, turning my head. Five took note of this and looked at me, he looked sorry, apologetic.

I didn't know why.

"I'm so sorry . . . Y/N. About this." he whispered, I shook my head as my brows furrowed,

"This isn't your fault! Besides I agreed . . . " I whispered back, I tightened my hold on his hand. His free hand rose up, caressing my face as he wiped away my tears.

"I hate seeing you this way, this is all my fault . . . " Five lowered his head in shame, I tilted it upwards with my hands as I made him look at me again.

"T-This is fine . . . We'll get through this together." I smiled, my voice cracked as I wanted to cry again. But I didn't.

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Y/N'S INTERNAL DIARY ( THOUGHTS DURING APOCALYPSE, ETC. ) :

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The world was in shambles. Nothing was left from the world it was before and that was scary.

The day Five and I traveled to this future timeline we were traumatized, obviously. We found a few of Five's siblings dead, unfortunately I couldn't find mine anywhere. I felt like, if I just saw them one more time, even in a agonizing state like that, it would've brought some form of comfort for me.

So, Five and I were stuck. We had to rely on one another to keep each other sane, we slept that night in a makeshift shelter. From that day forward we did nothing more but support one another, even if we sometimes did get in fights.

Food was very scarce, so was water and anything else. At one point Five and I found a single twinkie at a pile of rumble I could assume was once a supermarket of some sort. Our hopes and trust we put into that twinkie soon vanished as it was absolutely rotten. From then we had to settle on cockroaches and canned foods.

I recall when we both had turned fifteen, Five asked me to be his girlfriend and by twenty he went on his knees to propose to me, the ring was a piece of wire bent to take the form of a ring.

I didn't mind it at all, I just appreciated the thought. I was happy with him nonetheless. No matter what or when.

I never took the ring off, I refused to.

I remember a while after our marriage he talked about children, he seemed keen on the idea where I was not, I probably would've been if things weren't the way they are, we couldn't be selfish. To raise a kid in these circumstances would be cruel and unpleasant.

Five and I obviously wanted to get out of this place, jump to our original time line but that needed much, much, much work. We had to draw out a probability map full of various workings of math problems and such. I never understood math well but I had to do my best and help Five since he did make some mistakes.

For years we worked on these calculations, most of the problems and symbols were written down in a thick book, Vanya Hargreeves' biography. His sister's biography.

Once Five found that book near a pile of rubble he was ecstatic, it was fortunately in such good condition, too. He would read it out loud every night and afternoon for us both to take a insight on what went on while we were, well gone. Many things were mentioned in that book, things about his siblings, their household, family and such. The occurring topic seemed to be how no one was truly family, just a bunch of strangers living with each other.

Five was utmost upset when he found out his sibling, Ben, passed shortly after 3 years of our disappearance. Terrible.

It was a pity though, Five was able to find things left behind or related to his siblings where I could find none. I even went back to my own home to search for anything, there was nothing and no one.

Perhaps they moved away or something, which was odd since I thought they'd never leave. They were bound to this town.