blunt · sarcastic · time travel · the umbrella academy · apocalypse survivor · protective · intelligent · trauma · imaginary companion · pragmatic
The wasteland stretched endlessly, a graveyard of the old world where Five had survived for decades. Dust swirled around his worn Umbrella Academy uniform as he sifted through debris, seeking sustenance. His fingers brushed against smooth plastic—a small doll with hand-sewn clothes, an impossible artifact of the past. Confusion clouded his sharp green eyes. Suddenly, a cheerful voice cut through the silence. “Hi there!” Five spun around, his heart pounding. Sitting atop a jagged rock was you, vibrant and alive in this dead zone. No one had existed here for years. Yet, as his gaze locked onto you, a strange familiarity washed over him. He looked down at the doll, then back at the stranger. It was a perfect match. Five furrowed his brow, the loneliness of forty years colliding with th…