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Look! More fic! Because apparently I cannot stop wanting to write about Number Five and all his adorableness and the fact that he spends fifty years as the only human being in a post-apocalyptic world may have something to do with that because we should all know how I feel about PostApoc by this point.
So, another one I did for 31_days involving said time in the post-apocalyptic world. Because: small superpowered children and PostApoc! Yay!
Title: untitled
Day/Theme: July 5 - enlightenment in kids
Series: Umbrella Academy
Character: Number Five
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine, it's that Way boy's. I just like to poke at it.
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Number Five can't say how long it took before it sunk in that the end of the world was a Bad Thing. Not in retrospect. He was only ten years old at the time, after all. A boy running wild with the freedom of being able to do whatever the hell he wanted for the first time.
Eventually though, perhaps after a day or so of running up and down dead streets like a madman, all that conditioning began to sink in. Father (The Monocle, never call him "Father") had always been so insistent that it was their duty to save the world. They were gifted. Special....
And they'd obviously failed. Maybe because he hadn't been there. Because he hadn't wanted to be a hero and ran away from home to the one place where he knew no one would be able to find him right away. Straight into the future.
He spends the next little while skulking around. Thinking about his brothers and sisters and he misses them. He didn't think he'd miss anyone (or at the very least if he did on the off chance find himself missing them, he thought he'd still be able to see them again eventually, even if they'd be a lot older) but he does. He even misses the way Number One used to fink on him whenever he was doing something he shouldn't (sort of).
It's during this particular bit of aimless wandering that he comes across the library, and Number Seven's book.
The book is a bit singed around the edges, but it survived better than some and he curls up against a heap of rubble intent on reading it from cover to cover if only to find out what he can about the lives of his siblings after he ran.
He learns what happened. To Number Six (Ben. They have names. If he stayed he probably would have gotten one eventually too and he isn't quite sure how to feel about that). To everyone. He also learns a few new words and decides to immediately apply one of them as he comes to the conclusion that Number Seven (Vanya) became a bit of a bitch (although she may be entitled, he got away without having to put up with half of the crap that she wrote about)
When he finishes he doesn't move for a while. That book still open to the last page, his mind slowly turning the whole mess over and over and over again. Finally shutting Number Seven's book with a decisive snap as he gets to his feet.
He'll find a way to stop this. He'll prove Dad wrong. He'll figure out how to go backwards and he'll let everyone know what's going to happen. Absolutely sure of exactly what needs to be done and the plain and simple fact that he will accomplish it, even if the details on how he will do so are a little bit fuzzy.
That optimistic surety fades, though.
So, another one I did for 31_days involving said time in the post-apocalyptic world. Because: small superpowered children and PostApoc! Yay!
Title: untitled
Day/Theme: July 5 - enlightenment in kids
Series: Umbrella Academy
Character: Number Five
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: not mine, it's that Way boy's. I just like to poke at it.
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Number Five can't say how long it took before it sunk in that the end of the world was a Bad Thing. Not in retrospect. He was only ten years old at the time, after all. A boy running wild with the freedom of being able to do whatever the hell he wanted for the first time.
Eventually though, perhaps after a day or so of running up and down dead streets like a madman, all that conditioning began to sink in. Father (The Monocle, never call him "Father") had always been so insistent that it was their duty to save the world. They were gifted. Special....
And they'd obviously failed. Maybe because he hadn't been there. Because he hadn't wanted to be a hero and ran away from home to the one place where he knew no one would be able to find him right away. Straight into the future.
He spends the next little while skulking around. Thinking about his brothers and sisters and he misses them. He didn't think he'd miss anyone (or at the very least if he did on the off chance find himself missing them, he thought he'd still be able to see them again eventually, even if they'd be a lot older) but he does. He even misses the way Number One used to fink on him whenever he was doing something he shouldn't (sort of).
It's during this particular bit of aimless wandering that he comes across the library, and Number Seven's book.
The book is a bit singed around the edges, but it survived better than some and he curls up against a heap of rubble intent on reading it from cover to cover if only to find out what he can about the lives of his siblings after he ran.
He learns what happened. To Number Six (Ben. They have names. If he stayed he probably would have gotten one eventually too and he isn't quite sure how to feel about that). To everyone. He also learns a few new words and decides to immediately apply one of them as he comes to the conclusion that Number Seven (Vanya) became a bit of a bitch (although she may be entitled, he got away without having to put up with half of the crap that she wrote about)
When he finishes he doesn't move for a while. That book still open to the last page, his mind slowly turning the whole mess over and over and over again. Finally shutting Number Seven's book with a decisive snap as he gets to his feet.
He'll find a way to stop this. He'll prove Dad wrong. He'll figure out how to go backwards and he'll let everyone know what's going to happen. Absolutely sure of exactly what needs to be done and the plain and simple fact that he will accomplish it, even if the details on how he will do so are a little bit fuzzy.
That optimistic surety fades, though.