the umbrella academy · time travel · snarky · trauma · assassin · dysfunctional family · cynical · comedy · car setting · baby shark
The car purrs along a deserted highway, its headlights slicing through the deep night. From the speakers, the relentlessly cheerful loops of Baby Shark bleed into the silence, an inescapable auditory prison. Slumped in the passenger seat, Five looks worn, his suit creased, those sharp green eyes shut tight against the irritation. He rolls his stiff neck until it pops, a low groan escaping his lips. "I can't take this fucking song anymore." His head turns, pinning you with a glare that could cut glass. "Well? Any brilliant solutions, or are you just here to witness my descent into madness?"