End of the world || Five x reader.

Chapter Seven.

y/n's pov.

I take a seat, comprehending everything that just happened. Me and Five are both stuck in our 13 year old bodies. Shit! "What's the date? The exact date." he asks, grabbing a bag of marshmallows, scanning them. "The 24th." She says, he gives her a face of annoyance, "Of what?" i ask, "March." She replies with a soft grin. "Good." he says, with a sign of relief. Everyone was staring in our directions at this point, obviously confused from the previous scene. "So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asks, five continues making the sandwich he had started, replying with nothing. I look away. "It's been 17 years." Luther exclaims, rising up. Five looks at him and scoffs, "It's been much longer than that." i mutter. Five spatial jumps over to grab something. "I haven't missed that." Luther mutters.

"Where'd you go?" diego asks. "The future. It's shit, by the way." he says as he spatial jumps back over. "called it!" Klaus says, raising a finger in achievement. I let out a dry laugh. "I should've listened to the old man." he says with remorse, "You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice." he states, still making the sandwich. He glances up at Klaus, "Nice dress." he compliments. "Oh, wel, danke." Klaus says tugging at the skirt with a grin.z "Wait, how did y'all get back?"

"In the end, i had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." he says, spreading the peanut butter across the bread. "That made no sense." Diego says. "Well it would if you were smarter." he states. Diego rises quickly out of anger, but Luther puts his hand out preventing him from moving any more forward. "In a less nerdy and complicated way... he means he did this whole calculation which, you know, helped us go through that portal and get back here." i say, glancing over at them. "How long were you there?" "45 years, give or take." Luther sits down in disbelief. "So what are you saying? That y'all are 58?" he asks, still in shock. "No, our consciousness is 58. Apparently our bodies are now 13 again." he says picking up his newly made sandwich. I rise from my seat quickly snatching it from his hand, "I made that for me, not you." he says trying to snatch it back, I quickly take a bite out of it before handing it back to him, he gives me a look. I'm which i smirk in reply. "Come on, don't be so greedy. I'm starving." i say with a mouthful.

"You'd think you two being stuck together for so long would end up with you two being best friends, but y'all are the same way you were before." Luther says, "Oh, trust. We're definitely closer. But, that won't stop her from being a thief." he says with a grin, "Oh shut it: It's a sandwich, stop being so butt hurt over it." i say as i roll my eyes. Allison pushes that aside, "How does that stuff even work?" Allison asks, "Delores kept saying the equations were off." he says, shrugging his shoulder before taking a bite. "Bet she's laughing now." he finished. "Delores?" she questions. I snicker, Delores is a mannequin, when we got stuck in the apocalypse, he found her and when you're stuck alone for a long time, well, you gotta depend on what you have. In this case he depended on  a mannequin who he insists talks to him. "Guess i missed the funeral." he says, looking at the news paper. "How'd you know about that?" he questions, even I gave him a look.

"What part of the future do you not understand?" he replies, but shortly after looks down at the paper once again. "Heart failure, huh?" "Yeah." Diego replies, but is quickly talked over by luther. "No." Five raises a brow and clicks his tongue. "Nice to see nothings changed." he says as he starts walking off, "Uh- that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison asks in disbelief. I look over at the others, noticing the differences from when i last saw them. "What else is there to say? The circle of life." he talks as he continues walking off. I scoff, "Well.." "That was interesting." he finishes, "He's a dick head, anyways, i'm gonna go follow that dick head." i say with a grin plastered as i rise from my seat. "You all look good by the way." i finish off as i walk towards the steps.

I sigh as i look around for him, an open door catches my eye. Five's room, i walk in and see him raiding through his closet. "Good luck finding anything other than your uniform." i say before snickering, "Yeah, no shit." he mutters before grabbing one. "You might as well change too." he says smirking as he looks me up and down. He was right, this outfits too big for me now anyways. I sigh in annoyance, i walk down the hallway to my room. I twist the knob and view the room ahead of me. Haven't been in here in a while, memories began flooding my head. Didn't miss this place that much, but it was my home growing up. I look around till i spot the stuffed animal lying on the bed next to the pillow.

My eyes widened, it was in the same place i left it that one evening. I slowly walk over towards it, i pick it up letting my fingers run over the material. I turn it around as i scan it, nothing changed about it.. "He kept your personal items safe. Wouldn't let anyone lay a single finger amongst them.." I heard, i look behind me and saw Pogo. "He insisted everybody stayed out and away from yours and Five's rooms, he had hope that you two would return eventually." he said with a sad smile, i look back down at the bear. "So, he left your rooms untouched, just in case." I smile lightly at the thought, "Yeah. Guess that didn't turn out as well as he thought." i say, throwing the bear back on the bed. I drop onto the bed, leaning back as i sigh. "Good to see you're back, Ms. Y/n." he says with a smile plastered on his face. "Good to see you too, Pogo." i reply.

I hear his foot steps distance and fade, and i slowly rise up. I look up at the painting hanging from the wall. I stand up, slowly walking up towards it for a better look. It was a painting of me and ben, i had enjoyed drawing and painting in general when i was younger, to the point by age 9 my paintings looked as if a professional artist at the age of 23 year old could've drawn them. That's something i've always been proud of. I feel the sudden hurt wash over me realizing his death. Awfully, i wasn't able to say goodbye to him before then, although i wish i had. To this day i wish i would've spent more time with him, said something, but i didn't. I didn't appreciate him enough. Guilt washed over me, i left him, i left him and Vanya for years, probably worried if anything..

I clear my thoughts as i walk over to my closet, opening the doors. "Shit." i mutter, looking at the low variety of choices. I hear a snicker form behind me, "Good luck finding anything other than your uniforms, number eight." he said teasingly. "Oh go fuck yourself, Five." i say looking back with a quick fake smile plastered. He returns the same fake smile. "Hurry and get dressed, we have shit to do." he says, giving a blank look. "Mhm." i reply humming. I quickly reach for and grab a hanger off the rack, taking a uniform.

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